At night, Pei Yining arrived at the hospital with the brown sugar black rice porridge she had cooked. She had consulted the doctor specifically, who said that Nianhua could have some liquid food, and if her condition improved by tomorrow, they could start making some bone broth to nourish her body.
"Nianhua, how are you feeling, any better?" When Pei Yining reached the hospital, Xu Nianhua had already been moved from the intensive care unit to a regular ward. To let Xu Nianhua rest better, Pei Yicheng had specially requested a private room.
"Much better."
Seeing Pei Yining's bandaged hand, Xu Nianhua apologized remorsefully, "Yining, sorry, it was urgent then, I had to push you to the ground."
