Xu Qingli kept pondering over what Lu Chenyuan said to her in the ward. He had his reasons, leaving her with nowhere to vent her anger.
Exhausted, she lay on the hospital bed, trying to take a nap, but was disturbed by Lu Mingxun entering without knocking.
Always so thoughtless.
"My brother has been here, right?" Lu Mingxun asked deliberately, seeing the bedside table clean and tidy, devoid of anything extra. He continued, "Did my brother visit you empty-handed?"
Xu Qingli replied, "Do I need anything from him? I lack nothing, and he knows it, which is why he came empty-handed."
Lu Mingxun sat on the sofa for quite a while without speaking.
With his fingers supporting his chin, his mind seemed far away.
"Your brother suggested I undergo surgery."
Breaking the silence, Xu Qingli spoke, and Lu Mingxun said, "I'm afraid of the risks."
Xu Qingli replied, "Your brother's idea is that waiting longer poses even greater risks."
