Shi Qian glanced in the direction of the small kitchen and realized that her mother had also seen the scene just now. Her face immediately turned red and she glared at Fu Sinian.
Shi Qiuran walked over with three glasses of jasmine and placed them on the table.
"Have some tea."
"Mom, stop busying yourself. Sit down and rest for a while." Shi Qian pulled Shi Qiuran to the sofa. "Mom, you said there's something going on at the hospital. What is it?"
"Today, the attending doctor said that my body is almost healed and I can arrange for my surgery."
"That's great! Did the doctor set a time?" Shi Qian was excited and gripped her mother's hand tightly. As long as her mother underwent surgery, she would recover!
"The doctor said that we should discuss setting a time."
"The sooner the better, of course! What do you think, Mom?"
"That's what I thought."
"Tomorrow, then," Fu Sinian suddenly said.
