In the hospital, Zhang Xiangcao was recovering impressively fast and could eat solid food by the following day.
When she woke up, she noticed an elderly lady had taken the bed across from hers. The old woman squinted her eyes, her lips were thin and her cheekbones sharply protruding, giving off a rather severe appearance.
The old lady glanced at Zhang Xiangcao, squinting, "With a face like that, you must not be a virtuous woman, are you?"
Zhang Xiangcao was stunned, unsure of why she had somehow offended the old lady. The woman's words were harsh and had dashed Xiangcao's tentative intention of striking up a conversation in the ward. But there was no reason to offer her face only for it to be slapped.
"Caocao, come and eat. I brought something good for you."
