No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Xu Qiulan: "The master just fell asleep, but he's fine now."

"Dad, it's good that you're alright."

Thinking about Pei Zhan's situation, she felt somewhat irritated.

Regardless, he protected his father at the time; if it weren't for him, his father would be seriously injured and in the ICU now.

From one perspective alone, she did indeed owe him a huge favor.

Logically, she should have taken care of it herself, but...

The thought of Pei Zhan's cold face made her feel cheated.

"Miss, you've just woken up, why don't you eat something first?"

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." Jiang Hua looked at the person on the hospital bed next to her. Jiang Weiguo was wearing a hospital gown, his eyes were closed, and the heart monitor next to him was beating steadily.

It's alright now, that's good.

Jiang Hua picked up her phone from the bedside table, opened it, and saw that Chen Bao'er had sent her a message about Song Qingran's posts on other social media platforms.

Her latest update included a picture of Pei Zhan's back at a banquet...

The caption was simple, just three words: Thank you... I will definitely try my best to become better, just like you.

Jiang Hua opened the picture and stared at the man's hand for a while.

The man had distinct joints, and there was a faint mole on the joint of his slender index finger. Although it was blurry, it was enough for her to see clearly.

She swore on her life that it was definitely Pei Zhan's hand.

An unknown restlessness welled up inside her, and she suddenly felt utterly bored.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Hua found Song Qingran's social media account and also found out which hospital room Pei Zhan was in. She sent Song Qingran a picture.

These are photos of Pei Zhan taken in the hospital room just now.

The person in the photo is wearing a hospital gown, with their eyes closed and their face extremely pale.

Even in this disheveled state, the man's face was still excessively handsome.

Jiang Hua stared blankly at the man's photo for a moment, then frowned inwardly and cursed him as a bastard.

Song Qingran replied to her very quickly.

Song Qingran: May I ask which hospital this is? The person in the photo you sent is very important to me.

Just from the words, one can imagine Song Qingran's anxious expression towards Pei Zhan...

However, Jiang Hua didn't pay much attention to it.

She glanced at her father on the hospital bed, then reached out and pulled the switch on the IV bottle.

Thinking that Pei Zhan had saved her father's life, she went to Pei Zhan's ward and found that he had no one to take care of him.

So, Jiang Hua sent her a private message anonymously.

He's injured, do you want to come and see him?

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end immediately became anxious: "Who are you? How did Mr. Pei get injured?"

Before Jiang Hua could even check her messages, the other party sent several voice messages.

"Could you please tell me which hospital Mr. Pei is in?"

"He is a really important person to me."

Jiang Hua found the tearful voice irritating and clicked her tongue, her voice tinged with impatience.

Jiang Hua didn't even frown; she simply edited a message and sent her the address.

Before long, the delicate little white flower came over.

She was still dressed in a delicate and pitiful outfit, and even though she was there to take care of a patient, she was wearing high heels.

Jiang Hua was speechless and rolled her eyes inwardly.

Pei Zhan's ward is on the floor downstairs, while Jiang Weiguo's is on the floor downstairs. The hospital has been secured.

When she came downstairs, Song Qingran had just arrived at Pei Zhan's ward. Her eyes were red, clearly indicating that she had already cried on the way there.

When Song Qingran entered the ward, Zuo Xiangnan was taking care of Pei Zhan, who had lost too much blood and hadn't woken up yet.

Upon seeing who it was, Zuo Xiangnan was surprised. "Miss Song? What brings you here?"

Song Qingran's eyes were red from crying. "Someone told me that Mr. Pei was injured, and I want to come and take care of him."

She walked up to Pei Zhan with a pained expression.

Seeing Pei Zhan's still-bleeding wound, tears immediately streamed down her face. "Mr. Pei, how did you get hurt like this..."

Looking at Song Qingran like this, anyone who didn't know better would think that the man lying on the bed was the person she loved most.

Jiang Hua remained downstairs and did not come down.

After she woke up, she wiped Jiang Weiguo's hands and carefully applied the medicine.

Xu Qiulan couldn't bear to watch any longer and said, "Miss, you've only slept for a while, why don't you go lie down for a bit longer?"

"I'm fine. I'll stay here to see my dad. I'll leave once he wakes up."

"So... are you still going to France? The person who was supposed to be with you in France yesterday couldn't get in touch with you, so they called your home."

Xu Qiulan handed over the plane ticket, which Jiang Hua tore to shreds in the next second. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Dad, from now on I'll stay at home and stay with you forever, okay?"

Jiang Hua held Jiang Weiguo's hand, who was still unconscious. Now... she understood that there were some things she was destined to never be able to give up.

For example, one's own blood relatives...

Compared to everything she wanted, Jiang Hua's heart was tipped in another direction.

If Jiang Hua had to choose between Ji Liangchuan and her father, without a doubt, she would choose him...

Pei Zhan woke up three days later.

The wound is healing very well, thanks to the use of top-quality, highly effective medications.

During this time, Song Qingran had been taking care of him closely and had never left his side. When she saw the person who had woken up, Song Qingran's eyes instantly reddened.

Pei Zhan's eyes softened, and his voice became gentler, "Don't cry, it's not serious."

Song Qingran's eyes were red from crying, like a jasmine flower swaying in the wind. "I didn't know you were hurt..."

Pei Zhan wanted to reach out to comfort her, but he pulled on his wound, making his face even paler with pain. However, his tone was still gentle, "You've had a hard time these past few days. I'm already very happy that you came to see me. You should go back to class. Xiang Nan will take care of things here."

Song Qingran grasped Pei Zhan's wrist. "No, you always took care of me when I was sick or injured before. This time you're so badly hurt, I can't just abandon you."

She glanced at Jiang Hua out of the corner of her eye, and choked up, saying, "Before, when I only had a minor injury, you took care of me all night, and when I had a fever, you stayed up all night watching over me..."

Pei Zhan instinctively reached out to take Song Qingran's hand, but then he saw Jiang Hua watching him from outside the door.

His furrowed brows were quickly smoothed out, and his gaze remained fixed on the doorway.

Song Qingran said, "Mr. Pei, the doctor said you can eat once you wake up. I'll go buy some for you now."

Pei Zhan replied, "Yes, thank you."

Upon hearing that he wanted to eat, Song Qingran immediately turned and left the ward.

Jiang Hua waited until she left before carrying the thermos into Pei Zhan's room. "...It seems Song Qingran took good care of you; you look great."

Pei Zhan's dark and unfathomable gaze fell on Jiang Hua, his eyes following her every move.

"This is some leftover bone broth that my dad asked me to bring over to you."

After Jiang Hua put her things down, Zuo Xiangnan tactfully turned and left the ward.

"Don't let your father's good intentions go to waste." Jiang Hua stood by the hospital bed with her arms crossed. Seeing his disheveled appearance, she was in a relatively good mood.

It's all karma...