Zhao Dazhuang tightly held the old lady's hand, crying like a child, while Liu Xiue followed suit, tears streaming down.
Zhao Meimei also cried, not overly saddened, but her parents' tears had infected her emotions, making her momentarily mournful.
Perhaps seeing her beloved second son suddenly, the old lady, who had been bedridden for a long time, suddenly regained some strength. Her spirits visibly improved, and by evening, she was able to lean against the bed with support and have heartfelt conversations with Zhao Dazhuang.
Zhao Meimei, sweet-tongued and attentive, stayed by the bedside after entering the hospital, occasionally peeling an orange or handing over a cup of warm water.
The whole family stayed at the hospital until midnight before the old lady forced them to leave to go get some rest.
