After the X-ray, Sister Zhang pushed Jiang Xinjie back to her ward, and saw Shen Liya walking out.
"Mom, you are here."
"Xinjie, where have you been so early?"
Shen Liya looked at Jiang Xinjie. Jiang Xinjie replied awkwardly, "I accidentally fell from the bed last night. The doctor was worried about my leg refracturing, so I came for an X-ray this morning."
Jiang Xinjie knew that Shen Liya would find out soon anyway, so she might as well tell her.
"You fell off the bed? My god, Xinjie, is your leg okay?"
Shen Liya suddenly felt terribly distressed.
"I'm fine. The doctor said if my leg had any problems, I would have a low fever. But my temperature is normal, so I should be fine."
Jiang Xinjie held Shen Liya's hand and said in a sweet voice, "Mom, I want to go home for Chinese New Year. Can I?"
She didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore. Every time she closed her eyes, she'd remember how Zhao Jie looked lying in the morgue.
