"Wow, to still be so considerate after two years, he truly is a rare good man. I'm so envious of you."
"Yes, he really is a great husband, always shielding me from wind and rain, very doting on me. Yet oftentimes, I haven't understood him enough. He bears the weight of the family business alone, works hard, and there are still illnesses I'm unaware of... I feel like I'm really quite an unqualified wife."
"Don't say that. Being loved by someone means you have qualities worthy of love."
Ji Wei smiled bitterly, "Perhaps."
Standing at the doorway, Mo Qian, who had just returned with the medicine, overheard their conversation. When he heard Ji Wei's words of self-reproach, a complex expression flashed in his dark eyes.
He pushed open the door to the examination room, walked in, and handed the medicine to the female doctor.
The female doctor explained how the medication should be used and advised Ji Wei to walk less and rest more over the next two days.
