"It's okay, this child's digestive system is sensitive to begin with, and she's about to have surgery. It's my fault for not taking better care."
Yangyang lay on the bed, hands over her stomach, looking frail and weak, evoking sympathy.
Lu Chenyuan's voice softened involuntarily, "I'll apologize on behalf of Auntie and remind her to be more careful."
Yangyang gave a weak smile.
Lu Chenyuan touched her sweat-damp hair; the pain was so intense she broke out in a cold sweat.
Bai Xiaoyin poured Yangyang a cup of hot water, "If you still feel unwell, call the doctor."
Yangyang shook her head and said, "It's okay, Mom, I'll just endure it."
Lu Chenyuan went downstairs and returned to Ou's ward where Lin Yan and her son were watching videos on a tablet, laughing happily.
Seeing Lu Chenyuan, Lin Yan handed the tablet to Ou, "Watch a little more then it's time to sleep."
