"Mom, Jiaojiao needs to stay here for a couple of days to avoid a relapse. You were busy all of last night, so get some sleep here first. I'll go back and get some clothes for you to change into."
"Okay, remember to have them cook some millet porridge and bring it over for Jiaojiao to drink," the Ruanlin Family matriarch instructed. Then, as if remembering something, she pulled him back, "Actually, you don't need to come back. Have Du Qing bring it over, since she has to go to work tomorrow anyway. There are a ton of things waiting for you at home, and the house construction needs you there too. I can take care of things here by myself."
"It's alright, Mom. I will arrange everything," Ruan Jianguo patted her hand. Building the house was important, but in his heart, his daughter would always be his top priority. She was still sick in the hospital; it was impossible for him to stay calm at home.
The Ruanlin Family matriarch knew she couldn't persuade him, so she said no more.