On this particular morning, right at eight o'clock, the door to the hospital room opened, and only Jiang Limin walked in. Fang Shaohan had hoped all night, but Gu Xiaoqing never showed up.
He thought Gu Xiaoqing was delayed by something, as such things often happened. There would always be times when Gu Xiaoqing was held up by other matters on her way to the hospital room.
This wasn't unusual.
Jiang Limin gently handed a wet towel to Fang Shaohan, allowing him to wash his face.
This was usually Gu Xiaoqing's job.
Fang Shaohan awkwardly accepted Jiang Limin's goodwill.
At this point, Fang Shaohan could sit up and get out of bed independently, but his movements were slow, unable to complete actions quickly, and he still needed some time to adapt and exercise.
This was already a pleasant surprise.
