In the hospital room
Lu Ming pushed Jing Yiren's wheelchair to the bedside, gently lifting Jing Yiren onto the bed.
He positioned two large pillows behind her.
He adjusted the hospital bed's backrest with the remote control to make her feel comfortable.
Then Lu Ming stowed the wheelchair away, lifting a thermos that he had requested the domestic help at his home to send earlier, from the bedside table.
Inside was the hot soup that Lu Ming had requested to be prepared.
Lu Ming unscrewed the thermos, scooping the soup into a bowl. He removed the Chinese herbs from the soup along with the slightly fatty pieces.
He chose the best pieces of the ham and put them in the bowl.
He then scooped up spoonfuls of soup, blowing on it before feeding it to Jing Yiren.
"..." Jing Yiren blushed, her clear and soft gaze radiating warmth as she looked intently at Lu Ming.
She smiled faintly at Lu Ming, "Uncle, I can do it myself! No need..."
