Wen Mian sat by the hospital bed, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, chatting with the slightly pale girl lying in the bed and telling her about the outside world. A warm smile always graced her face, and her eyes were filled with care.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the girl's mother came in with a cup of water. Seeing Wen Mian, a grateful smile appeared on her face, "Miss Wen, I really can't thank you enough for coming to see our Xiaoyun."
Wen Mian took the water, carefully helping the girl to drink. Her movements were as gentle as if she were handling a treasure, her face full of affectionate expressions, "It's nothing, knowing you're all right puts my mind at ease."
After the girl finished drinking, Wen Mian put down the cup and very carefully advised, "Xiaoyun, you must take your medicine on time and listen to the doctor, so you can get better sooner." Her tone was full of concern and tenderness.
