"Um..." Su Lu was somewhat distracted, her gaze drifting toward the emergency room doors from time to time.
Aunt Zhao, sensing her state, decided not to continue making small talk and went straight to the purpose of the call, "I see that you haven't fully recovered, and since I'm here with nothing else to do anyway—I'm not really into traveling—how about I continue to take care of you, Miss Su?"
Although distracted, Su Lu had heard the other party clearly, "How could I agree to that? You came out to relax, you should enjoy yourself. I can't bother you like this. Besides, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine."
There's nothing I can't handle.
Zhao Ying, unable to persuade her, pondered for a moment, then said, "Mainly... mainly because my son spent quite a bit to set up this trip for me, so I thought I'd earn some more, to help him out. If I could continue taking care of you—after all, you offer quite a good rate."
