"Aunt Fang," Xia Lu walked into the ward and greeted Fang Ailing.
After some time had passed, Fang Ailing's complexion had greatly improved, and her whole demeanor seemed restored.
"I came to see Luo Fan," Xia Lu said.
She placed the fruit she was carrying on the table and approached the bedside. Luo Fan seemed unchanged at first glance, but upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences from before. Xia Lu felt that he had lost his vitality, and had grown accustomed to him lying there. If he were to suddenly wake up one day, it would be a surprise.
"Aunt Fang, how has Luo Fan been recently? Any problems?"
Fang Ailing shook her head, "No, Luo Fan is doing well. The doctors and nurses have been taking good care of us."
Xia Lu nodded. After sitting for a while, she pulled a card from her bag and handed it to Fang Ailing. "Please, take this."
Fang Ailing looked surprised, "What is this...?"
