Qiao An was ecstatic, "Dad, you're awake?"
Sheng Lingyun leaned against the headboard, though weak, his eyes were sharp, "Qiaoqiao, you're back."
On the bedside table, there was a thermos box already opened, and Xia Shushu was pouring soup into a bowl.
"Qiaoqiao, would you like some?"
"No, thanks." Qiao An walked to the bedside and hugged her, "Aunt Xia, you should have some with Dad. You've worked hard these past days."
Xia Shushu patted the back of her hand and smiled, "It's no trouble."
Taking care of someone you love, how can that be considered hard work?
Little Nuomi, well-rested and full of energy, cheerfully called out to her grandpa, then clambered onto the hospital bed with all her might.
Luckily, the bed was big enough, so Little Nuomi climbing up didn't crowd Sheng Lingyun.
Seeing his beloved granddaughter, Sheng Lingyun immediately reached out to hold her.
"Dad, your health..."
"It's okay, I still have the strength to hold Little Nuomi."
