Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Fu Zhengting, in the south of the city, was eating the porridge fed to him by Uncle Zhong, while also thinking about Mu Tiantian.

Thanks to Mr. Han for mentioning the auto show, he finally had some ideas in his mind.

It's just too vague and confusing.

But it's better than a blank page where you can't remember anything.

He wasn't in a hurry; he believed he would remember someday.

Uncle Zhong noticed that Fu Zhengting was eating his porridge quietly and was very well-behaved.

He asked with a smile, "Ah Shen, is the porridge good?"

Fu Zhengting told the truth, "It's so-so, not particularly delicious."

It's getting cold, and he wants to eat a hot pot.

Uncle Zhong astutely saw through his thoughts, "Once the doctor says I can eat other things, I'll buy ingredients and come here to make hot pot for you."

Fu Zhengting felt a warmth in his heart and hummed in agreement.

After finishing his work, Qian Zhikun came over to check on Fu Zhengting. Standing next to Uncle Zhong, he looked at Fu Zhengting and asked, "Mr. Fu, how are you feeling?"

Fu Zhengting was getting a little annoyed by the question, and replied briefly, "It's alright."

Qian Zhikun found it funny; losing his memory had made President Fu suddenly aloof.

He didn't want to disturb Uncle Zhong and Fu Zhengting's sweet time, so he turned to leave.

Uncle Zhong suddenly thought of a question. He put down the porridge, saw Qian Zhikun out, and asked somewhat excitedly at the door, "Dean Qian, does your hospital have any connection with the People's Hospital in Dongcheng...?"

Qian Zhikun was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted.

He asked Uncle Zhong with a smile, "Is Mu Tiantian at Dongcheng People's Hospital?"

Uncle Zhong nodded.

He needed to prepare for Fu Zhengting in advance.

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Once Fu Zhengting has removed the bandage from his head and can get out of bed, it won't be appropriate for him to openly visit Mu Tiantian. Perhaps he could take advantage of a hospital event to go to Dongcheng with the medical staff to see Mu Tiantian.

Alternatively, Qian Zhikun could arrange for Fu Zhengting to be transferred to Dongcheng Hospital.

Qin Dongyang couldn't very well refuse to let Fu Zhengting be hospitalized.

Qian Zhikun thought about it carefully, then took out his phone to check the calendar. He slapped his forehead excitedly, "Uncle Zhong, you really reminded me! In half a month, we'll be sending someone to Dongcheng Hospital for a medical exchange seminar..."

Uncle Zhong's eyes lit up, and he also became excited.

Before Uncle Zhong could even make a request, Qian Zhikun assured him, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I know what to do!"

He had witnessed Fu Zhengting and Mu Tiantian's love story, so like Uncle Zhong, he hoped to help the two get together.

Uncle Zhong patted Qian Zhikun's arm to express his gratitude, "Then thank you, Dean Qian."

Last time, it was thanks to Qian Zhikun posting the video of Han Qikai and Qin Fei trying to please Jiang Hui that Fu Zhengting was spurred to rush back to Nancheng from Dongcheng.

It took about two weeks for Fu Zhengting to be able to get out of bed.

To facilitate their "conspiracy," he and Qian Zhikun exchanged phone numbers.

Uncle Zhong watched Qian Zhikun walk away before turning around and going inside.

He glanced at the opposite ward, a knowing yet mocking smile spreading across his face. He wanted to close the door to prevent anyone from seeing, but in the end, he softened and didn't close it.

She returned to the bedside and continued to feed Fu Zhengting porridge.

The ward across the street.

The ward door wasn't completely closed; it was slightly ajar.

As soon as Xiao Hailan woke up, she kept a close eye on the movements in Fu Zhengting's ward. Whenever she heard the slightest noise, she couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door.

She could still vaguely hear Uncle Zhong and Qian Zhikun talking in low voices.

You can go to Dongcheng Hospital with the hospital director.

Great.

She was also worried about how to legitimately visit Mu Tiantian in Dongcheng.

Since it's inconvenient for Tian Tian to come over, they will go over to her.

Uncle Zhong genuinely cares about her son's happiness.

Although Uncle Zhong didn't welcome her, she was very grateful to him.

Jiang Hui also peeked and eavesdropped with Xiao Hailan.

She could hear it fairly clearly.

The thought of a way to visit Mu Tiantian in Dongcheng instantly dispelled her gloom.

Xiao Hailan helped Jiang Hui back to the hospital bed and sat her down.

Jiang Hui picked up the sweater and continued knitting, murmuring to herself, "I need to finish it quickly so I can take it to Tian Tian to wear."

Sweaters can be bought, but the meaning behind the one she knitted is different.

"We won't be able to live together anymore," Sweetie thought of her as she looked at the sweater.

"Ah Hui, teach me how to knit one, I also want to knit one for Ah Shen, a matching outfit for us," Xiao Hailan said with a shy smile.

Compared to Jiang Hui, she is far inferior.

They have absolutely no idea how to sew or knit clothes.

The clothes she knitted for her son by hand represent her heartfelt wishes and are different from those bought from stores.

She also wanted to find something to do to pass the time.

Jiang Hui took out the men's version from the bag and handed it to Xiao Hailan, smiling, "I've been wanting to knit matching outfits for the two of you for a while now."

Xiao Hailan took the sweater and smiled, "Ah Hui, you're so sure about our Ah Shen."

"Absolutely. From the moment Tian Tian brought Ashen to see me, I knew from the first glance that Ashen was a reliable man," Jiang Hui said confidently.

"That shows you have a good eye for men!" Xiao Hailan jokingly praised.

She was truly grateful that her son hadn't inherited Fu Zhenlong's bad genes.

Jiang Hui recalled her failed marriage and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Once bitten, twice shy. I've been beaten up by that scumbag, so I can't refuse."

Xiao Hailan put her arm around Jiang Hui's shoulder and comforted her, "You only see through men and wake up after being beaten up."

Jiang Hui nodded and smiled frankly, "That's all in the past. Thanks to Tian Tian's encouragement, I've let it go a long time ago."

Xiao Hailan was very happy for Jiang Hui, "You'll have me from now on. We're the Deep and Shallow Couple Alliance."

She was still a little worried about whether Qin Dongyang would advocate for a marriage between Ling Jieyu and Mu Tiantian.

With a hint of probing, she cautiously asked Jiang Hui, "Hui, do you think Tian Tian might be so exhausted by the feud between our two families that she might compromise and marry the man her parents arranged for her?"

After careful consideration, Jiang Hui gave her answer: "Based on my understanding of Tian Tian, ​​she won't give up unless Ashen takes the initiative to do so."

Xiao Hailan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'm relieved."

She earnestly followed Jiang Hui and began knitting a sweater.

Over at Mu Tiantian's place.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts of Fu Zhengting, clasped her hands together, and prayed sincerely for the little girl, just as she had prayed when Fu Zhengting was in a coma.

If miracles can happen to Fu Zhengting, I hope they can happen to the little girl too.

Ling Jieyu looked at Mu Tiantian, who was praying devoutly beside him; he didn't believe in this stuff.

Prayer is just self-comfort; if it were truly effective, people wouldn't be dying in hospitals every day.

The girl's mother even knelt down in front of the emergency room door and bowed repeatedly.

At this point, what else can we do besides this kind of self-comfort?

She only hoped that God would let her live ten or twenty years less so that her daughter could grow up healthy.

Qin Dongyang, Xia Guiying, and Grandpa Qin also prayed for the little girl.

Standing at the very back, Du Lijuan was too embarrassed to go forward and silently prayed in her heart.

Time ticked by, and finally the doctor pushed open the door to the emergency room...