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After Lu Chaochi arrived, for some reason, Lu Bozhou was no longer afraid of Jiang Mian's exhaustion, even when he saw her looking sleepy.

He was no longer afraid. He always felt that with his son around, he would be a little safer.

Lu Bozhou lacked confidence in himself, feeling that he wasn't the type to keep Jiang Mian, but Lu Chaochi certainly was.

Ever since Jiang Mian woke up, her hospital room has been very lively.

There are always many people, both during the day and at night.

During the day, everyone wanted to stay with her. If Jiang Mian was awake, everyone would gather in the ward. If Jiang Mian was sleepy, everyone would go to the living room.

Since no one wanted to leave, it's clear that what happened before had terrified everyone.

In this situation, she probably won't recover until she is confirmed to be fully recovered and discharged from the hospital.

Song Wan ladled the soup from the pot into a small bowl and placed it in front of Jiang Mian. "Have another sip? The doctor said you're malnourished and need to recover quickly."

Jiang Mian couldn't actually drink much. After she woke up from her coma, her stomach capacity was affected, and her appetite became very small. She would often feel full after eating just a little bit.

So they were all trying to find ways to get her to eat more.

Song Wan kept an eye on her, making sure she ate small, frequent meals.

At that moment, Jiang Mian couldn't eat much, but seeing her mother's worried eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse.

He took the soup bowl and sipped it slowly.

"I don't understand how I could suddenly develop a heart condition..." Even now, thinking about it still makes Song Wan feel lingering fear.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment, "It's probably because of overwork before, that's why."

As Song Wan listened, her heart clenched. Even if she knew that what Jiang Mian meant by "before" might refer to the past when this unfamiliar Jiang Mian existed.

But I still can't help feeling sorry for her.

How exhausted must a young girl be to wear down her body like this? It's probably not just physical fatigue, but also mental anguish.

"It's alright." Song Wan patted Jiang Mian. "Everything will be alright."

Jiang Mian stayed in the hospital for more than half a month before finally being discharged.

In fact, she had already regained her mobility a few days earlier. Previously, due to some muscle atrophy, which slightly affected her limb strength, she had started rehabilitation therapy.

She didn't think it was a big problem, but others didn't think so, so she had no choice but to stay for another week.

The weather was great on the day I was discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Mian had changed her clothes and was ready early; she was practically impatient to be discharged from the hospital.

Song Xu came to the ward with the discharge papers, "There's still a form here that hasn't come out yet, so..."

Upon hearing Song Xu's words, Jiang Mian's face fell, and her voice was somewhat dejected, "No way, am I not going to be discharged from the hospital today?"

Seeing her undisguised expression, Song Xu smiled and said, "It's not that bad. I can get all the formalities done for you first. I know you want to leave."

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with gratitude.

She had indeed had enough of the hospital stays. After all the formalities were completed, Jiang Yu picked up her luggage bag and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Yu's gaze still held some concern. "Are you sure you don't need to use a wheelchair or have someone help you or something?"

Jiang Mian shook her head and gripped her crutch. "I can do it myself. Don't worry."

Her right leg muscles are not yet strong enough and she needs to continue rehabilitation. It's not that she can't walk, but her steps may still be a little unsteady, and she may need to use a crutch or similar tool.

Jiang Yu sighed softly and glanced at the man pushing the wheelchair and silently following behind.

Jiang Yu wasn't worried about his sister's inability to walk; he was looking at the person pushing the wheelchair behind them.

Jiang Yu had long suspected that this man's eyes looked like they were about to break whenever he saw his sister walking unsteadily...

Jiang Mian noticed Jiang Yu's gaze, and she knew what he was looking at. She could see better than anyone the suppressed emotions in Lu Bozhou's eyes as he accompanied her through her rehabilitation these past few days.

But she had no intention of changing her mind; she simply wanted to walk on her own, within the limits of her ability.

This will allow for a faster recovery.

Gong Yan was waiting in her car outside the inpatient department. When she saw Jiang Mian come out, she got out of the car to greet her. "I'll be your driver today, isn't that thoughtful?"

"Very thoughtful." Jiang Mian smiled, her eyes crinkling. "There wasn't even a junior supervisor around to oversee things."

Recently, Lu Chaochi has been very concerned about her, wanting to keep an eye on everything, big or small, for fear that something might happen that would be bad for his mother.

It's quite amazing that the child wasn't with her when they came to pick her up from the hospital.

Gong Yan smiled and said, "The little supervisor is overseeing the arrangement of your room at home. Get in the car."

Gong Yan opened the passenger door and helped Jiang Mian into the car.

Gong Yan got into the driver's seat and saw Jiang Mian looking through the rearview mirror at the man folding up his wheelchair next to the back of the car.

Her gaze was calm.

Gong Yan asked softly, "Let me confirm again, you're planning to go back to the Jiang family, right?"

Jiang Mian didn't look away, and softly hummed in agreement, "What's wrong?"

“It’s alright. I’m just worried that you’ll feel sorry for him and give in, and compromise. Although…” Gong Yan hesitated for a moment, then sighed, “Even if you really can’t bear to leave him and choose to go with him, we can all…understand.”

Having witnessed Jiang Mian and Lu Bozhou teetering on the brink of life and death, it seemed that nothing was unacceptable anymore.

In life, nothing is more important than death.

Jiang Mian's gaze remained fixed on the man at the back of the car.

Lu Bozhou was dressed casually today, wearing a stand-up collar shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his lean forearm, the muscles taut with every movement.

The veins on his forearm are very prominent.

He put the wheelchair in the trunk.

Jiang Mian whispered to Gong Yan, "I can't bear it."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yan was taken aback, "Then you..."

“But it can’t always be me giving in, compromising, and taking the initiative to understand, and then he doesn’t have to say anything and everything goes back to the way it was.”

Jiang Mian turned to Gong Yan and said, "It can't always be like this, at least not in the future. He has to take the initiative to get what he wants, he can't always wait for me to understand, compromise and give in."

“If he can hold back and not say anything, I can also hold back from being soft-hearted towards him,” Jiang Mian said.

Hearing this, Gong Yan felt somewhat gratified.

People used to say she was love-struck and couldn't care about anything else when it came to Lu Bozhou.

But now it seems that Jiang Mian has completely regained her rationality and is able to stop letting her emotions cloud her judgment when it comes to emotional issues.

"Yes, just keep that in mind." Gong Yan nodded.

The wheelchair and luggage were already in place, and Jiang Yu and Lu Bozhou got into the back seat of the car together.

Gong Yan turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Jiang family's location.

Before long, they arrived at the gate of the Jiang family villa.

Gong Yan got out of the car, glanced at Lu Bozhou, and then called Jiang Yu away.

Then, turning to Jiang Mian, he said, "We'll take our luggage inside first, then come out to meet you."

This was giving them some time alone. Gong Yan felt like she was a living bodhisattva.