Zhong Yun'er got angrier and angrier as she spoke, and without caring whether the child was full or not, she casually put him on the sofa.
She no longer wanted to care about him. If this burden could really live to see that day, she would give him away.
Although he's disabled, he's still a boy, so he shouldn't have trouble finding a buyer.
The next morning, Zhong Yun'er went to the hospital.
She looked up at the two remaining flights of stairs, panting heavily.
"What kind of lousy hospital is this? The inpatient wards are on such a high floor, they didn't consider the families at all, ugh—"
She was complaining when she lost her footing and her knee slammed hard on the step.
The fair skin broke through a layer and started bleeding instantly.
She could only sit on the stairs, her hands tightly protecting her knees, unable to utter a sound from the pain.
Zhong Yun'er blew on her wound for a long time, but it still didn't help. She was already exhausted these past few days, and today she suffered another serious injury. She felt extremely frustrated.
"Li Qingqing, all of this is thanks to you. Don't let me get a chance, or I'll make you pay for all the suffering I've endured today a thousand times over!"
Zhong Yun'er gritted her teeth. When had she ever been so humiliated in Shanghai?
She was pampered by her parents from a young age, unlike Li Qingqing, who was like a weed.
Zhong Yun'er's eyes were red, and she gently touched her wound with one hand before quickly pulling her arm back.
Li Qingqing had already arrived at the ward with a thermos. Jiang Fu's eyes lit up when he saw that the person who came in was not Zhong Yun'er.
“Sister-in-law, you’ve finally arrived. Could you please not send Zhong Yun’er over again? She’s so clumsy and can’t do anything right. She’s always bumping into this or that. I don’t think she’s the kind of person who can take care of others.”
Li Qingqing had become quite familiar with Jiang Fu after taking care of him for the past few days. She smiled and said, "It's not good to always trouble people, but she insists on repaying the favor. I can't say much about it. You don't know the rest of the story. She grew up with Huai Chuan, so their friendship is deeper than mine. If I didn't agree to her coming, Huai Chuan might be unhappy."
With just a few words, Li Qingqing extricated herself from that unbearable relationship.
Although Jiang Fu had already made some guesses these past few days, hearing these words spoken directly by Li Qingqing still made him even more contemptuous of Duan Huaichuan.
Just as he was about to say something, Li Qingqing brought over a bowl of fish soup: "Never mind, let's not talk about these unhappy things. This is fish soup made by my sister Song. She makes different kinds of soup every day. Have a bowl and see if you like it."
Li Qingqing opened the insulated food container first, and a fresh and fragrant aroma wafted out. The pungent smell of disinfectant was gone from the ward, replaced by the tempting aroma of food.
The milky white fish soup looked very appetizing, and two large, crisp bok choy were added to it.
Jiang Fu wasn't particularly hungry, but seeing the bowl of soup made his stomach rumble twice.
As time went on, he stopped being polite to Li Qingqing. Jiang Fu's injuries were slightly less severe, and the doctor said he could be discharged in another week. If it weren't for the cast on his calf, he could move freely around the ward.
Jiang Fu took the bowl from Li Qingqing's hand: "Then I'll thank you in advance, sister-in-law. This soup looks delicious. It seems I'm a lucky person. Whenever you come to visit, I can always get a bite of whatever you bring."
Li Qingqing carefully raised Duan Huaichuan a little and put a pillow behind him. Every morning, she would massage Duan Huaichuan's limbs to stimulate his muscles.
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