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

Shen Yebai gave Jiang Hua the medicine he brought from the Jiang family. Because of her special condition, she couldn't take some medicines indiscriminately, so she could only receive intravenous fluids to temporarily lower her body temperature.

Fortunately, Jiang Hua is no longer in as much pain as before.

Upon hearing Shen Yebai's voice, Jiang Hua opened her eyes and found herself leaning weakly against his chest.

Shen Yebai, "When did you get sick?"

Xie Huai replied, "Three hours ago, it must have been because she got caught in the rain. It's been raining a lot in Wuchuan lately, and Miss Jiang is weak, so it's easy for her to catch a cold."

"I didn't tell you to take good care of her!" Shen Yebai's cold tone was tinged with anger.

"I'm sorry, sir! It was my negligence." Xie Huai bowed his head and apologized.

Shen Yebai held Jiang Hua's hand, which was almost cold. His large, warm palm enveloped her and tucked her into the blankets. "When did the doctor say she could be discharged?"

Xie Huai said, "It would be best to wait until Miss Jiang's fever subsides."

Shen Yebai was still somewhat dissatisfied with the surrounding environment. Xie Huai noticed his expression and explained, "The medical level in Wuchuan is limited, and the funding has not been allocated, which has delayed the construction. I will have someone supervise the construction within the next six months, and we will definitely rebuild and improve the medical facilities in Wuchuan."

"Go check it out."

"Yes."

Shen Yebai said, "Huahua likes cleanliness, so go buy a new quilt and change the sheets as well."

Xie Huai dared not delay.

Afraid that she would get cold, Shen Yebai took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. Jiang Hua opened her eyes, and the blurry outline in her vision became clear. Only after she could see his face clearly did Jiang Hua feel at ease and fall asleep again.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Shen Yebai stayed up all night, keeping watch by the bedside.

The nurse rushed into the ward. "I'm so sorry, family members of patients 102 and 103, but the hospital is short of beds. We just brought in two more seriously injured patients. Could you please understand and make an exception? You two can go home to recuperate. The hospital promises to waive your medication fees, but you still need to pay your hospitalization fees. I wouldn't have come here if the situation wasn't so serious."

Shen Yebai ignored what the nurse said; his attention was entirely on Jiang Hua. He touched Jiang Hua's forehead and found that her fever had not subsided.

The person who finally fell asleep has now woken up.

"Wake you up?"

Jiang Hua said weakly, "No, I'm not used to staying here. I want to go back." She never felt safe in unfamiliar environments, let alone in Wuchuan.

“Okay, I’ll take you home.” Shen Yebai turned to Xie Huai and said, “Handle the discharge procedures and check the flights to the capital as soon as possible.”

Xie Huai replied, "Yes."

Shen Yebai carried Jiang Hua out of the hospital, dressed in an expensive suit, exuding an extraordinary air that stood out from his surroundings. Given his status, the locals, upon learning of his arrival, immediately arranged a car, but he even cancelled the arranged accommodations and ultimately went to Jiang Hua's hotel...

The rain has stopped outside, but the wind is strong. A tree was blown down by the roadside last night, and highway workers are working on repairs. The rain has only stopped a little now.

Wuchuan Hospital.

Pei Zhan had also completed the discharge procedures. Song Qingran was sitting in a wheelchair. She hadn't brought any clothes with her when she came, and the coat she was wearing now was a new one.

"Mr. Pei, where are we going now?" Song Qingran was a little hesitant to speak because she had sensed the same emotion in this man since last night. He seemed angry, but Song Qingran didn't know why he was angry. Song Qingran remained silent, afraid to speak.

Pei Zhan: "It's not convenient for me to take care of you."

Song Qingran: "It's...it's okay...I can take care of myself. Mr. Pei, please take me to the hotel. I can walk almost again now."

The man only said one sentence, but Song Qingran felt inexplicably nervous. Her hands, which were on her lap, were clenched tightly, and she was very uneasy. Her face was flushed, and some inappropriate images suddenly flashed through her mind. She quickly shook her head to clear her mind of these thoughts.

Pei Zhan didn't take her to a hotel, but instead went to a family's house in an alley.

"...I haven't seen you for months. Remember to come over for dinner tonight. I've made a whole table of your favorite childhood dishes."

Pei Zhan: "It depends. I'll come over when I have time."

When Song Qingran heard that he was leaving, panic appeared in her eyes. She grabbed Pei Zhan's sleeve and asked, "Mr. Pei, where are you going? Are you leaving again? Will you... come back?" Her tone seemed reluctant to see him go.

A woman of about forty or fifty years old stood to the side, smiling without saying a word. She looked at the little girl in front of her and felt that she looked familiar. She looked just like Ah Xu when she was a child. If Ah Xu were still alive, she would have grown up to be as graceful as her.

Pei Zhan said, "I'm just going to take care of some business. I'll come back. You stay here and recover."

"I'm entrusting Aunt Cui to you."

"We've known each other for so many years, why are you being so polite with me? Don't worry, I'll take care of your girlfriend."

Song Qingran had heard this more than once. Her face flushed, and she hurriedly explained, "Auntie, I'm not Mr. Pei's girlfriend, I'm his sister."

This younger sister was an identity she made up to avoid misunderstandings.

Pei Zhan offered no further explanation.

After giving a few instructions, Pei Zhan left.

The woman helped Song Qingran tidy up a room.

After Pei Zhan left, she took her phone and made a call. "Chairman, I have found Mr. Pei. Don't worry, I will definitely bring him back."

"That's good. Be careful on your way back."

Song Qingran smiled broadly and hummed in agreement.

Stepping out of the alley, I lit a cigarette. The wind was strong outside, and I tried to light it several times by shielding the flame with my hand. I took a drag, looked up at the high-rise hotel with its dozen or so floors, and my deep eyes were unfathomable.

Jiang Hua still couldn't eat much at the hotel; she vomited up everything she did eat.

Xie Huai said, "Is it because Miss Jiang doesn't like Wuchuan's taste?" Ye Bai took a bite. Jiang Hua had just taken a few sips of the porridge but couldn't finish it. Wen Liang frowned and said, "Have the kitchen cook another batch, but without sugar."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door.

Xie Huai went to open the door.

The hotel manager walked in carrying a clay pot.

“Mr. Shen, I think Miss Jiang is not used to the food in Wuchuan. The food here is sweeter. This porridge is made according to the taste in the capital. Maybe Miss Jiang can eat a little bit of it.”

Shen Yebai said, "Bring it over here."

Jiang Hua took a bite and said, "This...tastes so familiar..." After not speaking for a long time, Jiang Hua finally said something.