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Lin Fan hadn't expected to accidentally touch Lin Shuying's inner thigh, so he instinctively withdrew his hand quickly, his face burning.

Lin Shuying, standing to the side, also had her ears turned red and looked somewhat unnatural.

The two claimed to be husband and wife, but they had only slept together once, and that was after Lin Fan was drunk.

Therefore, even though Lin Fan has lived two lives, he is still quite unfamiliar with matters of love and sex.

After so many years of marriage, the two are like strangers. They rarely have any intimate gestures or even speak to each other.

Therefore, some of their interactions really resembled those of a young man and woman who had just met, acting coy and shy.

"Third brother, Shuying, it's getting late. You've all had a long day. Get some rest."

Fortunately, Liu Chunlian's voice broke the awkward atmosphere between the two.

She carefully packed up the wild mushrooms and two pheasants that Lin Fan had brought and placed them under the bed in the hospital room.

She tidied up some other household items that Lin Fan had brought from home before turning around to look at the two of them with affection.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan seized the opportunity to roll out of bed, scratched his head, and looked at Liu Chunlian, saying, "Mom, you and Shuying can sleep in the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

The ward is so small that if you sleep on the floor, there's nowhere to even put your feet down, so it's not advisable for both of you to sleep on the floor.

Fortunately, the hospital bed under Lin Shuying was not small, and there was still room for another person to squeeze in.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chunlian waved her hand and said with a smile, "You've been busy all day, you should get some rest tonight. Why don't you and Shuying squeeze into the bed?"

Recalling the romantic scene from just now, Lin Fan quickly waved his hand and helped Liu Chunlian to the bedside.

"Mom, I remember you have rheumatism, right? Your legs hurt when it gets cold."

“It’s been raining these past two days, and the ground is so damp. You can’t stand sleeping on the floor. Why don’t you squeeze in with Shuying?”

Liu Chunlian wanted to say something more, but Lin Fan interrupted her directly: "Mom, there are still children in bed. You and Shuying are not very tall, so you can squeeze in."

"If I were to squeeze onto the hospital bed, the three of us might fall off if we're not careful. Okay, Mom, go and rest."

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm still young and strong. I'm not as fragile as you think."

Seeing Lin Fan's concerned expression, Liu Chunlian felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She didn't expect that her third brother would still remember that she had rheumatism.

Over the years, Lin Fan has been completely indifferent to his family.

Although she didn't say it, she was still quite disappointed.

After all, although Lin Fan is not their biological son, he was adopted at a young age, and they have a real bond of more than ten years. They are closer than blood relatives.

Now, watching their children, whom they have raised for so many years and poured their hearts and souls into, grow up, they are like strangers to their parents, and even harbor resentment.

How could she not be sad and heartbroken?

I came to the hospital because I was worried about my daughter's health and wanted to take care of her, but I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise.

The third brother, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to have changed his personality. In front of her, he no longer had the awkwardness he used to have, but instead became very affectionate.

Now, he's even more considerate, making a makeshift bed on the floor so she can rest in bed—something that would have been absolutely impossible for Lin Fan before.

"Okay, the third child is sensible. Mom will listen to you. Mom is going to bed now."

Liu Chunlian's eyes were a little red as she looked at Lin Fan with a relieved expression and spoke.

On the hospital bed, Lin Shuying gazed at the sincere and filial Lin Fan, momentarily lost in thought.

If only... if only time could stand still at this moment.

If Lin Fan had continued to behave like this all these years, how happy she would be, and how pleased her parents would be!

I fear this is all just a dream, and when I wake up, Lin Fan will have reverted to that cold and indifferent stranger, uncaring about his wife and daughters, looking down on his parents, and loathing everything about his family...

With this thought in mind, the ward quickly fell silent, and Lin Shuying drifted off to sleep.

In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight broke through the window and shone on Lin Shuying's face, she slowly opened her eyes.

Qiao'er was still fast asleep in his arms.

Not far away, Liu Chunlian, the mother, was squatting under the windowsill, diligently washing the clothes, but Lin Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Lin Shuying felt a tightness in her chest, and for some reason, she felt nervous and flustered.

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at her mother in the corner and asked softly, "Mom, where is he?"

Liu Chunlian raised her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled, "Awake? Third brother went to fetch hot water, he should be back soon."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuying remained silent, but felt much more at ease.

A short while later, the ward door opened, and Lin Fan strode in carrying two thermos bottles.

Seeing that Lin Shuying had woken up, he walked to the bedside, picked up the small iron basin on the ground, added some hot water and some cold water, tested the temperature with his hand, and then picked up the towel hanging above his head and waved it around.

"Wash your face first, then eat."

Then, as he spoke, Lin Fan gently picked up a towel and wiped Lin Shuying's cheek.

Lin Shuying instinctively wanted to dodge, but looking into Lin Fan's gentle eyes, she pursed her lips and leaned closer, though she still said somewhat shyly, "I... I can wash myself!"

Lin Shuying only had a leg infection and was a little weak, but eating and washing her face were not problems at all, so she didn't need to be taken care of as carefully as Lin Fan.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan paused in his actions, then said with a slight hint of disappointment, "Alright, then you do it yourself."

After saying that, he put the basin on the bench, smiled at Lin Shuying, and went to tidy up the mushrooms in the basket in the corner.

Seeing Lin Fan's somewhat forlorn figure, Lin Shuying immediately felt a pang of regret.

She regretted talking too much. She only thought of taking action herself because she was a little ashamed, but she didn't expect Lin Fan to misunderstand.

Thinking about their relationship and what Lin Fan had said yesterday, Lin Shuying's expression became extremely complicated.

A slight tightness settled in my chest... What was I really thinking?

Is she still willing to accept Lin Fan's goodwill and start over with him, or is she going to be the same as before, having no expectations of Lin Fan and letting things take their course?

Now, even she herself is confused.

……

At noon, Lin Fan planned to cook chicken soup for Lin Shuying using the pheasant and mushrooms he had caught the day before.

There is a small courtyard outside the main hospital building, where many people carry a small stove and a small pot to cook their own meals.

This small cylindrical stove is very convenient. Just put some firewood in, and if you have the means, add a few pieces of charcoal or honeycomb briquettes, and you can have a meal ready.

The hospital provides water free of charge. Lin Fan killed the pheasant, washed some mushrooms, and then, with a pot in hand, skillfully started making soup.

Before long, the fragrant aroma of chicken soup filled the entire courtyard.