In the evening, Pei Yining came to the hospital with a pot of red sugar and black rice porridge she had cooked. She had specially consulted the doctor, who said Nianhua could have some liquid food. If things looked better tomorrow, she could make some bone broth to help her recover.
"Nianhua, how are you? Are you feeling any better?" When Pei Yining arrived at the hospital, Xu Nianhua had already been transferred from the ICU to a regular room. Pei Yicheng had specially requested a single room so that Nianhua could rest better.
"I'm good."
When Xu Nianhua saw Pei Yining's bandaged hand, she apologized, "Yining, I'm sorry. Things were urgent back then, and I pushed you straight to the ground."
"Nianhua, I should be the one thanking you. I just got a scratch, but you— you almost lost your life." Pei Yining sat by the bed, almost like showing off, and took out the porridge she'd cooked. "I made red sugar porridge for you. I asked Aunt Jin to teach me, and I made it myself. Try it."
