Shortly after, Ye Mengyan caught up to me. She reached out and grabbed my arm, asking me nervously.
"Xiaoyun, what are you doing?"
Only then did I realize that my mind had wandered off.
Waking up from my daze, I hurriedly calmed myself down and replied to Ye Mengyan:
"Oh, I'm sorry. My eyesight isn't great, I must have taken a wrong look."
"The inpatient department is this way, keep going!"
"Alright!"
On the way, Ye Mengyan continued to talk with Shen Yishu on the phone.
Ye Mengyan was one of those gentle little girls who, even when angry, still spoke softly.
We arrived at an ward on the third floor of the inpatient department.
I saw an old woman lying in a hospital bed. She must be over fifty years old, but her hair was completely white, her complexion was waxen, yet her eyes were kindly and soft.
"Mom, I've come to see you. This is my good friend Xiaoyun!"
Ye Mengyan introduced me.
"Hello, auntie!"
I greeted her.
"Xiaoyun... dear, sit down! You're Mengmeng's friend!"
