Wen Xiaoshu looked at the chicken soup on the gas stove and glanced at the clock.
The old hen soup should be about done by now.
It's rare that Fang Zhou has a day off, so she intended to nurture his health properly, as he had been working too hard in the hospital these past few days.
Since returning to work, Wen Xiaoshu had found more fulfillment in her life, yet she often worried that she wasn't caring enough for the child. As a stepmother, she was much more cautious than the average mother.
"Mhm, right, yes."
At that moment, Fang Zhou's voice came from outside the kitchen, talking on the phone.
"I'll come to the hospital to see the patient tomorrow," Fang Zhou said as he sat on the couch with his mobile phone. "For now, let's stop transfusing the blood of the 'Resentful Spirit'."
He uttered the words "Resentful Spirit" very softly, making sure his wife Wen Xiaoshu couldn't hear them.
