Jiang Yuzhu stood at the entrance of the hospital for a moment, gathered her emotions, and then walked lightly into the lobby.
Her footsteps rhythmically followed the calm echoes within the hospital, her heart filled with concern for Men Ling.
She passed through the corridors, heading straight for Men Ling's ward along a familiar path.
The air in the corridor was filled with the clean scent of disinfectant, the atmosphere of the hospital quiet and solemn.
Jiang Yuzhu gently pushed open the door to Men Ling's ward, and the door hinge made a slight creaking sound.
Her movements were gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the quiet of the ward.
Men Ling lay on the hospital bed and, seeing Jiang Yuzhu come in, her face showed a weak but warm smile.
"Sister-in-law, you're here," Men Ling spoke in a feeble voice, but it was filled with welcome and gratitude.
