But this movement caused pain in Xia Ning's chest wound, making her continuously grunt in pain, until she finally sat back down with He Xing's help.
Having finally finished feeding her a bowl of congee, He Xing put the bowl and spoon back on the coffee table and said indifferently, "I'm going to my grandfather now. The caregiver will be back soon, if something comes up, give me a call."
This time, Xia Ning did not cling to He Xing and, behaving sensibly, she nodded in agreement and actively said goodbye to him.
He Xing stood in the corridor outside the ward and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, he finally felt his breathing ease; Xia Ning's perfume was too intense, and he nearly felt suffocated.
By the time he arrived at Old Master He's ward, the old man had already finished his meal and the doctor was conducting the final check. If everything went well with this check, they would be able to discharge him from the hospital.
