Another man tried to grab Lin Ziyan's shoulder, but she kicked him out of the ward.

Not daring to make too much noise, the two slunk away.

Lin Ziyan glanced at the other people in the ward. The person pretending to be asleep stiffened and didn't dare to move.

She doesn't cause trouble, but at the same time, she's not afraid of trouble.

Her family used to worry that she was weak-willed and easily bullied, so they sent her to learn Taekwondo.

Later, her uncle taught her some counterattack techniques, otherwise these people would have really succeeded tonight.

Lin Ziyan thought that she should practice more in the future so that she wouldn't be rusty when she needed to use it.

I slept without any dreams.

At six o'clock in the morning, the lights in the ward suddenly came on, and everyone got up one after another to wash up.

After waking up, Jiaojiao's face became much rosier, but she coughed badly.

When the doctor made rounds, he added expectorant and cough suppressant medication, which helped a little.

The patient in the next room had been transferred to another hospital long ago, and by the time everyone noticed, the beds from that other hospital had already been moved over.

The next few days were mostly uneventful, during which Lu Qiuying and Xiao Jin both visited the hospital.

Taking advantage of her extended stay in the city, Lin Ziyan went for a stroll in the morning and returned to the hospital in the afternoon.

"I heard the patient in the next ward is from Beijing, and his family has some influence."

“That’s right, that old lady seems to know the hospital director.”

"Bed number 2 offended them, let's stay away from them..."

As soon as Lin Ziyan went upstairs, she heard several people whispering.

They were speechless after being scolded by Grandma that day, and they've been behaving themselves these past few days, but now they've started gossiping again.

Lin Ziyan walked into the ward and saw that the fat girl looked angry, while Jiaojiao had obviously been crying.

"What's wrong?" she asked suspiciously.

"Sister, let's go home..." Jiaojiao's nose was red, and her voice was choked with sobs.

Fatty said, "They just cut off Jiaojiao's medication, saying they didn't have any."

A dark glint flashed in Lin Ziyan's eyes as she turned and walked out of the ward, returning shortly after with her discharge papers.

"Fatty, pack your bags, we're going home." Lin Ziyan said, then walked out of the ward.

She can only get her prescribed medication after the hospital bill is settled.

The attending physician prescribed her enough medication and carefully wrote out the medical instructions.

Lin Ziyan knew that in the later stages, Jiaojiao would mainly need to take medication to clear phlegm.

Later, all she needed to do was take Jiaojiao to the county maternal and child health center for a follow-up examination.

If that's the case, then they don't need to live here.

"Ayan, it's too late to get to the bus station now. Why don't we stay another night?"

The chubby girl remembered this only after she had finished packing her things.

The long-distance buses from the city to Haixian stop running at 4 p.m.

Now that they've been discharged from the hospital, and they don't have any referral letters, they really have nowhere to stay.

"I just called Boss Huo, and he had his driver take us back. It just so happens that the driver is also going to the village to pick up shrimp tomorrow," Lin Ziyan said casually, stuffing the medicine into her bag.

"That's great!" The chubby girl's eyes lit up instantly.

Jiaojiao's eyes curved into a sweet smile as she sat quietly on the bed waiting.

Lin Ziyan thought that now that the other party had started to make a move, they must have a backup plan.

Rather than waiting to die, it's better to leave decisively.

…

After the three returned to the village, the driver helped them carry their luggage and then hurriedly drove back to the county town.

Grandma scolded, "Why didn't you invite the driver over for a meal?"

"It's so late, what time will it be before we get back to the county town?"

Lin Ziyan said helplessly, "Grandma, he's coming again tomorrow. Should we prepare something nice for him tomorrow?"

The driver was a man, probably worried that since the Lin family consisted entirely of women, eating at their home would cause gossip, which is why he was in a hurry to leave.

She was so exhausted that she could only relax completely when she got home.

There's no place like home.

Lin Ziyan took a deep breath; finally, the air didn't smell like disinfectant.

When she picked up the medicine, she noticed that the doctor had also prescribed an IV drip, which she could get at the village clinic later.

"Okay, you guys wash yourselves with water boiled with pomelo leaves tonight to get rid of the filth from the hospital..." Grandma muttered as she went out to pick pomelo leaves.

Fatty and Lin Ziyan exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.

Those who work in hospitals must be taking baths every day with water boiled with pomelo leaves, right?

Xiaoxiao, the second sister, sat on the edge of the bed looking at Jiaojiao, her eyes moist.

"Sister, is Jiaojiao really better? Why is she still sleeping?" she asked worriedly.

Lin Ziyan laughed and said, "She kept looking left and right after getting on the bus, and was excited for several hours. She didn't fall asleep until we arrived in the county town."

"She'll probably sleep until the next day. She ate a lot in the car and isn't hungry."

The second sister, Xiaoxiao, breathed a sigh of relief, propped her chin up, looked at Jiaojiao, and squeezed her chubby little hand.

The faint fragrance of pomelo leaves wafted into the house, and soon the yard became lively.

Aunt Huang came in with brown sugar glutinous rice cakes. After looking at Jiaojiao, she said, "She's lost a lot of weight. Jiaojiao has suffered a lot."

The chubby girl ate her glutinous rice cake and nodded vigorously, "Going to the city is really torture..."

She spoke vaguely, and Aunt Chen pressed her finger against her forehead, saying, "Eating can't shut you up."

She was terrified that her daughter would choke on the glutinous rice cakes; it made her heart race.

Lin Ziyan shook her head and chuckled, yawning.

…

the next day,

Lin Ziyan didn't go to the shrimp farm or the fish farm. Instead, she put on a straw hat and carried a small bucket and a large bag to go fishing.

When she arrived, there were already people there.

Lu Yun Shen turned his head and saw her, only nodded, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Neither of them spoke.

Sparrows chirped and chattered in the trees, while the waves enthusiastically plunged into the embrace of the rocks and then quickly retreated.

The scratching sound of paintbrushes seemed somewhat jarring in the quiet afternoon.

Lin Ziyan rested her chin on her hand, her paintbrush moving continuously as she immersed herself in the scene she was sketching.

She used to learn to draw purely out of interest; her grandmother happened to be an art teacher and taught her some things.

Later, Lin Ziyan studied ship design and then began to put in the effort to learn painting.

As Lin Ziyan was frowning in deep thought, the fishing rod suddenly moved, and quite a loud one at that.

She put down her paintbrush, collected the fish, and seeing that the bucket was full, she didn't put any more bait on the hook.

"Are you sure that just by setting the hook, the fish will bite?" Lu Yunshen's lips twitched slightly.

I've seen people act capriciously, but I've never seen anyone act as capriciously as when fishing.

Lin Ziyan replied matter-of-factly, "I've cast the line."

Lu Yun felt as if she had been hooked, sensing that she was implying something...

But when he came to his senses and looked over, Lin Ziyan was already coloring the painting.

As if guided by some unseen force, he walked behind her and looked at her sketchbook:

A cargo ship sails alone on the vast sea, waves crashing onto its deck.

The fishermen were hauling in their nets, the veins in their arms bulging, showing great tension.

The net didn't contain fish, but a large rock. The people on the boat, oblivious to what was in the net, were beaming with smiles, anticipating a bountiful harvest…

"Just do your own thing and don't worry about the results!" Lu Yunshen read aloud the words she had written beside him, lost in thought.

Does this painting have this meaning?

Why does it feel a bit like sarcasm to him?

Lin Ziyan ignored him and continued coloring the painting.

The sea breeze ruffled her hair, but her gaze remained unusually firm...