This man must care so much about that mother and child.

Little did he know, he was oversimplifying things.

Tang Jiang's car accident that left him in a vegetative state was merely a contributing factor.

The disasters that befell Zhang Weiguo were so numerous that even one of them would be unbearable for an ordinary person!

Shen Xiang felt as if her heart had been ripped out, the pain so intense that she almost curled up in agony.

She ruined him...

It was she and Jiang'er who dragged him down!

In the following days, Shen Xiang became a complete zombie.

She lived mechanically, mechanically shuttling between the two wards.

During the day, she would first fetch hot water and carefully wipe Zhang Weiguo's hands and face.

He lay quietly on the bed, breathing steadily, his face deathly pale, like a sleeping jade sculpture, unresponsive no matter how she called to him.

Then, she would spend all the rest of her time standing outside the glass window of the intensive care unit, greedily watching that small figure inside.

Tang Jiang was covered in tubes, which were keeping his fragile life alive.

Zhang Weimin has to work during the day, so he can only come over at night.

This seven-foot-tall man became terribly haggard in just a few days, with sunken eyes and an unshaven beard.

He not only had to worry about his younger brother and godnephew, but also had to find a way to raise the bottomless pit of medical expenses.

As for his paralyzed father and insane sister, Shi Fangfang was left to take care of them.

On this holiday day, around noon, Zhang Weimin's wife, Shi Fangfang, arrived at the hospital carrying a thermos.

She was dressed in clean work clothes, with a polite smile on her face, and called out as soon as she entered the ward.

"Oh, Shen Xiang, you've really worked hard. I made some chicken soup, drink some while it's hot to nourish yourself."

Shen Xiang raised her head blankly, looked at the thermos in her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

But he didn't reach out to take it.

She had no appetite left.

Moreover, she knew that Shi Fangfang's purpose in coming was far more than simply bringing a bowl of chicken soup.

Sure enough, Shi Fangfang handed the thermos to Zhang Weimin and asked, seemingly casually.

"Weimin, what did the doctor say? Are Weiguo and Jiang'er's conditions... getting better? The medical expenses must be quite high every day, right?"