He was happy to do favors for Ye Feng.
The Yang family members all gathered around.
Yang's mother was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to a regular ward.
Everyone deliberately kept silent for fear of disturbing Yang's mother.
However, the silence did not last long.
About an hour later, a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner walked in: "What kind of ward is this? It's so small and dirty! And there's a strange smell in the air!"
Behind her followed a pot-bellied man with a fawning expression.
Ye Feng frowned slightly, and the Yang family members' expressions also turned ugly.
The woman, dressed in a mink coat and heavily made up, looked completely out of place in the simple hospital room.
She looked around, her eyes filled with disgust: "The sheets are so dirty, and the kettle is so old, how can anyone live here!"
She pointed at Sister-in-law Yang and said in a harsh tone, "Hey, you, go change the sheets and get a new kettle!"
Ye Feng, unable to bear it any longer, said, "This is a hospital room, please keep your voice down."
The woman glanced at him dismissively: "Who are you? What business is it of yours what I say? You country bumpkin!"
Ye Feng clenched his fists, forcing himself to endure it.
Yang's mother needs to rest, so he can't cause trouble here.
The woman, however, became even more insistent, walking to the window and opening it: "The air is so stuffy, we need to let it ventilate!"
Yang's mother started coughing from the cold wind, and Yang's older brother quickly went to close the window: "My mother just had surgery, she can't be exposed to the wind..."
The woman shoved Brother Yang aside, nearly knocking him to the ground: "What's wrong with getting some fresh air? If you can't even handle a little breeze, why are you in the hospital! You might as well go to the crematorium!"
Her husband chimed in, shoving Yang's wife: "That's right, stop making a fuss!"
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