Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

Guilt, self-blame, grief, heartache... these emotions crashed down on me like a mountain.

However, he had no time to sort out his thoughts, as Aunt Xiang was still in the hospital, and her current situation was uncertain.

Zhou Jingchen immediately drove to the hospital, speeding along the way, his heart pounding in his chest, filled with anxiety and unease.

How should he face Aunt Xiang?

The Wen family adopted him for one or two decades and treated him like their own son. However, when they needed help the most, he not only failed to lend a helping hand, but also caused Wenxi to suffer such a humiliating disgrace.

Ingratitude and kicking someone when they're down—even though these things weren't his doing and were all caused by his grandmother, he was still inextricably linked to the Lu family, and there was no way he could choose to do so.

The more Zhou Jingchen thought about it, the more confused he became, and his heart began to throb with sharp pain.

At 11 a.m., Zhou Jingchen arrived at the Third Hospital and went straight to Song Xianglin's office without any hesitation.

"Which ward is Aunt Xiang in?" He asked, his expression serious and his tone anxious.

Song Xianglin opened his mouth, and after a long while, he said softly, "16th floor of the inpatient department, room 1608."

As the elevator slowly ascended, the muscles at the corners of Zhou Jingchen's eyes twitched more and more violently due to extreme tension.

He walked slowly out of the elevator, followed the ward number to room 1608, placed his hand on the doorknob, and felt a thin layer of sweat on his palm.

Just then, a familiar and gentle voice came from behind: "Who are you looking for?"

He turned around abruptly, and what came into view was Xiang Qin, who was wearing a hospital gown.

Xiang Qin was also stunned. The cup in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," spilling warm water all over the floor.

Their eyes met, and both of their eyes welled up with tears. They spoke almost simultaneously:

"Aunt Xiang."

"Jing Chen".

Xiang Qin never expected that she would see Zhou Jingchen again.

The young man before me was tall and slender with handsome features. The immaturity between his brows had faded, replaced by maturity and composure. The last time I saw him was when he was nineteen years old.

Her lips trembled with emotion, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably: "Jingchen, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Jingchen knelt down in front of Xiang Qin almost without hesitation.

He looked at the person in front of him, whose temples were streaked with silver and whose face was etched with fine wrinkles. The once graceful Aunt Xiang was no longer the same as before and had aged too much.

A wave of sadness washed over her. "Aunt Xiang, I'm sorry I'm late."

His voice choked with sobs as he held Xiang Qin and wept bitterly, overwhelmed by grief.

Upon hearing the words "I'm too late," Xiang Qin understood that he must have learned of Wen Zhiting's passing.

Inside the ward, both of them had tears in their eyes. Xiang Qin reached out and took his hand, her loving gaze falling on Zhou Jingchen again and again, scrutinizing him carefully.

"Jingchen, how have you been these past few years?"

"fine."

"Is your leg...healed?"

"Yes, Auntie, I have a support frame installed inside. Now I can run and jump just like a normal person."

Xiang Qin's gaze fell on his left leg, and she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's great, that's great." Xiang Qin raised the corners of her lips and gently patted his hand with her other hand. "My little Jingchen, you finally don't have to suffer anymore."

A simple sentence brought tears to Zhou Jingchen's eyes again, and a surge of bitterness welled up inside him.

He looked up and asked, "Auntie, how are you feeling?"

"It's alright, the surgery is already done, and now he only has chemotherapy every month, so there's nothing seriously wrong." Xiang Qin patted his shoulder and asked gently, "Have you seen your sister yet?"

Zhou Jingchen nodded and answered with "Mm," then hurriedly asked, "Do you know where she is now? I haven't been able to contact her lately."

"I don't know either. That girl is stubborn. She never tells me where she's going, only that she's going to work in another city."

Zhou Jingchen lowered his head, hot tears falling onto Xiang Qin's hand: "Aunt Xiang, I'm sorry. You and Uncle raised me for so many years, and you've been so good to me, but I couldn't help you when you needed me most, and... and..."

The words of Wenxi being humiliated by his grandmother when he went to the Lu family to borrow money stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

"Child, it's all in the past, don't blame yourself." Xiang Qin gently patted his back, her tone tender. "Our family's situation has been complicated over the years, and we haven't been able to contact you. Don't blame your aunt. Your uncle and I were just afraid of being a burden to you."

"I know, I know everything." Zhou Jingchen pressed his forehead against the back of her hand, a suppressed sob escaping his throat, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Over the next few days, Zhou Jingchen personally visited several high-end private hospitals near Shenzhen. After repeatedly comparing their medical standards and recuperation conditions, he transferred Xiang Qin to Dingkang Precision Medicine Private Hospital, the best hospital near Shenzhen.

This is a foreign-invested hospital with advanced medical technology and professional convalescent functions. It not only has the most advanced chemotherapy equipment in China, but also provides dedicated caregivers for personal care.

The new premium ward has excellent natural light, a color TV, and a private bathroom. It is bright and clean everywhere, making it very comfortable.

Zhou Jingchen sat down beside Xiang Qin's bed and said softly, "Auntie, don't worry, I've already taken care of the loan shark issue."

"How could we possibly accept this... We're afraid we'll never be able to pay back that money in our lifetime," Xiang Qin said, her face showing remorse.

"The kindness you and Uncle have shown me cannot be measured by this amount of money." Zhou Jingchen looked at her earnestly. "Uncle has passed away. Please allow me to be here with you and show my filial piety as much as possible."

Since then, Zhou Jingchen has come to the hospital every day to accompany Xiang Qin.

Xiang Qin was overjoyed. Whenever she saw him, she felt happy and liked him no matter how she looked at him.

On the day of chemotherapy, he stayed at the hospital all day, taking care of her, bringing her water, feeding her medicine, and tucking her in, being even more attentive and meticulous than a professional caregiver.

The caregiver who was looking after Xiang Qin saw this and said with a smile, "Your son is so good to you! I have never met such a thoughtful and considerate young man."

Xiang Qin smiled from ear to ear: "This child has been sensible and considerate since she was little."

The warm sunlight streamed into the ward through the window, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Zhou Jingchen sat on a chair to the side, quietly peeling fruit for Xiang Qin.

Xiang Qin looked at him and suddenly asked, "Jing Chen, do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhou Jingchen paused in his fruit-peeling motion, then lowered his eyes and replied, "We talked."

"That's wonderful." Xiang Qin's eyes crinkled with anticipation. "I wonder what kind of girl Jingchen likes? Could you bring your girlfriend over sometime so Auntie can take a look?"

Zhou Jingchen pursed his lips slightly, looked up to meet Xiang Qin's gentle gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then softly replied, "Okay."