Mu Yiliang regained her composure, her expression somewhat apologetic.
"I'm sorry, I'll definitely be careful. Thank you!" She sincerely expressed her gratitude.
The doctor's face finally looked a little better.
"Rest assured, I will do my utmost to help you. If you recover well now, you'll suffer less in the future."
"I understand."
The doctor gave her an IV and then left.
Mu Yiliang leaned against the headboard, looking out the window, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
It wasn't the severe consequences the doctor mentioned that bothered her—if it would pain on rainy days, then she'd live in a sunny place. Not being able to have more children wasn't a big deal; after all, she already had Xiaoze. Perhaps she was inherently indifferent; if such a thing happened to others, even if not heartbroken, they'd be sad for a long time, but she didn't care much.
What troubled her was Jason's departure.
