Lin Ruoyun looked at him, her heart filled with endless worries, yet she knew that some things needed time to be resolved.
At that moment, back in the domestic hospital, Jiang Yuzhu was busy at work.
The hospital corridor was wide and bright, with warm artistic paintings hanging on the walls and a fresh scent of disinfectant permeating the air.
Jiang Yuzhu wore a neat white doctor's coat, her hair simply pinned up, epitomizing professional meticulousness.
Jiang Yuzhu had just walked out of Men Ling's hospital room, her mood slightly heavy.
Over time, Men Ling's physical condition had gradually improved; even the hair she had shaved off due to chemotherapy was slowly growing back, like the sprout of hope stubbornly blooming.
In the corridor, Jiang Yuzhu's steps were light yet firm. Her heart was filled with encouragement for Men Ling.