He had just finished sending his message when he walked back into Lin Wan's hospital room.
Inside, soft voices were speaking. Lin Wan's voice sounded weak yet gentle. It was clear that Cui Jiangjing's medical skills were reliable; she had already woken up.
"I heard from my mom. Thank you for everything this time, Miss Chu."
Chu Xi smiled warmly, her demeanor kind and approachable. "It was nothing, really. Just lending a helping hand since I happened to be able to. Don't worry about it. You've just woken up from surgery, your body's still very weak. Try to talk less and rest more. We can chat when you're feeling better."
Lin Wan's clear black-and-white eyes looked at her with appreciation. Her regard for Chu Xi, who carried herself with poise, modesty, and discretion, instantly grew. Lin Wan nodded faintly and replied in her frail voice, "Mm, okay."
