Madam Li had already left, and Ye Jian was accompanying the fatigued Old Madam Qin, with the emergency room's light still on, the situation inside unknown.
Qin Xiu's gaze darkened as he pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze to look at Ye Jian, whispering, "Sorry." If it weren't for him, the Du mother and daughter wouldn't have said such things.
"Madam Li and her daughter are narrow-minded; what does that have to do with you?" Ye Jian smiled, "Without you, they wouldn't have kind words for me anyway. You needn't take it to heart."
Although Madam Li's pointed words were provoked by Qin Xiu, Ye Jian wouldn't blame him for it. Madam Li and her daughter versus Qin Xiu—she considered them separately. She wouldn't conflate the two, nor would she take out her anger at them on Qin Xiu.
"Mother, Grandma," Du Jiayi stormed into the ward, her words still laced with barely concealed fury.
