Watching Lu Xueyou put on a strong front, Zhang Xiaowei almost burst out laughing.
"I think you're overthinking it," Zhang Xiaowei chuckled, helplessly explaining, "I'm worried that if you keep bluffing, I'll have to leave the treatment of your mother's illness to you alone."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xueyou instantly relaxed.
Being pulled aside by Zhang Xiaowei, he had thought his mother's illness was beyond hope and that Zhang Xiaowei was going to quietly tell him to prepare for the worst.
"In the coming period, we need to supplement your aunt with calcium. Don't worry about the calcium tablets, I'll buy them. Other than that, just have your dad make a single bed. That's it."
After giving the serious instructions, Zhang Xiaowei paused for a moment before quickly reiterating his point.
"The reason I wanted to talk to you alone is because I don't trust your dad. From now on, no matter what, you need to remember everything firmly, lest my words are taken lightly by him."
