The following days were busy and fulfilling for Ji Xiaosong.
Every morning at the crack of dawn, she would carry a carefully prepared breakfast and hurry to the high-end private hospital where Jiang Yao had helped transfer Shen Fengming.
The faint scent of disinfectant filled the hospital. Down the quiet corridors, only the sound of her light, hurried footsteps could be heard.
"Mom, I'm here."
Ji Xiaosong gently pushed open the door to the hospital room, a warm smile on her face as she spoke softly.
Shen Fengming was propped up against the soft hospital bed. Seeing her daughter come in, her weary expression instantly softened, her eyes filling with tenderness and relief. "Xiaosong, you're up so early again. Aren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired, Mom."
Ji Xiaosong smiled as she walked to the bedside and placed the breakfast on the small table. "I made your favorite shrimp congee and a vegetable omelet. Go on, try some."
