Nursing Home, Patient Room.
Lin Aidang, who rushed over after work, gently wiped Mrs. Lin's face and hands with a warm towel.
He had just put down the towel and was planning to massage the old lady when he found his hand tightly grasped by hers.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll get you a pen."
With her only functioning hand, Mrs. Lin scrawled on a piece of paper, "Let the second son come back."
Lin Aiguo gently patted the anxious old lady, "Mom, I'll think of a way to bring my brother's family back to accompany you. Don't worry; they'll be back soon. First, focus on getting better; the doctor said you mustn't get anxious."
Mrs. Lin wrote again, "When will I get better?"
Lin Aiguo paused and smiled, "The doctor said very soon. The main thing is to keep a happy attitude and not to worry about things. In about half a year, you'll be able to walk."
"And talk?"
Lin Aiguo smiled, "Very soon, you'll be able to speak within a year."
