After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"Dad, let Mom go and take a look. It'll put your mind at ease."

Seeing Xu Yueyun's condition, Lin Zhilan was probably only half-believing and half-doubting when told that Su Lang had recovered.

Rather than letting her live in fear, it would be better to let her go see Su Lang directly.

Su Bingcheng sighed and had no choice but to agree.

Xu Yueyun was helped to the living room, where she noticed Lin Zhilan's injuries. She grabbed Lin Zhilan's hand and asked anxiously, "What happened to you? How did you get hurt like this?"

Lin Zhilan touched the wound on her neck. "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Su Bingcheng said, "The person who deliberately provoked you today, your daughter-in-law went and got into a fight with him."

"You silly child," Xu Yueyun said, both anxious and distressed, "Even porcelain shouldn't collide with tiles, and those with noble lives should give way. How could you have gotten into a fight?"

"I'm just so angry," Lin Zhilan sniffed. "I can't sleep at night if I don't get my revenge."

Xu Yueyun asked helplessly, "Has the medicine been applied?"

"I've already gone, Mom, don't worry."

Xu Yueyun sighed. That family was related to Lin Zhilan's previous in-laws, so she couldn't say anything more.

Lin Zhilan accompanied her parents-in-law as they slowly walked to the hospital.

Qin Qing and Lin Zijun saw her and immediately came over.

"Master, Commander Su has returned..." Qin Qing frowned. "What happened to your injuries?"

Lin Zhilan has fair skin, and after the wound was treated with medicine, the purplish-blue marks looked even more shocking.

The nail scratches that ran from his chin to his collarbone were particularly noticeable.

Lin Zhilan looked down at herself, then suddenly remembered something and looked up at Qin Qing. "Qin Qing, take my parents in to see Su Lang. I have something to do here, so I won't go in yet."

Qin Qing was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant and led Xu Yueyun and Su Bingcheng into the ward.

The ward was quiet.

Su Lang lay on the hospital bed, looking much thinner than before.

His features were already quite defined, but now that his cheeks are sunken, he looks rather emaciated.

When Xu Yueyun saw her son like this, she couldn't stop crying.

Su Bingcheng's eyes were also a little red. He put his hand on Xu Yueyun's shoulder and patted it gently twice.

As if sensing something, Su Lang's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing my parents standing by my bedside with red eyes, my heart skipped a beat. "Dad, Mom, what brings you here?"

"We came to see you. How are you feeling now?"

Su Lang forced a smile, enduring the pain, and said, "I'm fine, aren't I? Please stop crying."

Xu Yueyun sniffed, turned her head and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief. "I won't cry. I feel relieved to see you."

Su Lang scanned the ward but did not see Lin Zhilan.

"Mom and Dad, you're here. Where's Zhilan?"

Xu Yueyun glanced at the door subconsciously and answered somewhat vaguely, "Zhilan... is busy right now and will come in later."

Su Lang immediately frowned.

He stared at his mother's expression, his voice slightly urgent, "Has something happened to Zhilan?"

As he spoke, he propped himself up on his arms and tried to sit up.

But he was covered in injuries, and the slightest movement caused him to groan in pain, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Su Bingcheng quickly stepped forward and pressed down on his shoulders, "Don't move, just lie still!"

Hearing the commotion inside, Lin Zhilan, who was outside the door, couldn't stand still any longer.

She pushed the door open and went in. "I'm here. Nothing happened."

Su Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her come in.

His gaze then fell on her, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Come here," Su Lang said in a deep voice.

Lin Zhilan pursed her lips and took two steps forward.

"Come a little closer."

"Okay, okay," Lin Zhilan said, feigning impatience as she stood by the bed. "Is this alright now?"

Su Lang raised his hand and pushed her sleeve up.

The bruises and welts from his wrists to his elbows were a shocking sight.

Su Lang stared at the scars, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Xu Yueyun glanced at her son and daughter-in-law, gently patted Su Bingcheng's arm, and gave him a wink.

Su Bingcheng understood and helped his wife slowly walk out.

The ward door was closed.

"Who did this?" Su Lang frowned.

"In your current state, you still want to help me get revenge?"

"Zhilan!" Su Lang's voice turned somber.

Lin Zhilan met his gaze and knew she couldn't fool him anymore.

She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Don't worry."

Su Lang didn't speak, he just looked at her.

"Song Fang and her mother-in-law went to see Mom and told her about your injury. After hearing this, Mom was so angry that she had a heart attack."

Lin Zhilan placed her hand on the back of his hand. "But don't worry, she's fine now. Mom took her medicine, and as you saw, she's in good spirits."

Su Lang took her hand in his, "So, what happened to your injuries?"

Lin Zhilan raised her chin slightly, "I was so angry that I went to fight with the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."

"But I didn't suffer any losses," Lin Zhilan added. "Their injuries were much more serious than mine, and Zhou Jianjun even tried to argue with me, so I slapped him too."

Lin Zhilan admitted that the slap was a bit excessive.

However, Linlin's experiences in the book, including Song Fang's current hostility towards her, all stem from this man.

Even if Zhou Jianjun truly loved the original owner of this body, it was still the original owner and Linlin who suffered a great misfortune.

Upon hearing Zhou Jianjun's name, a glint of light flashed in Su Lang's eyes.

He gently stroked the wound on Lin Zhilan's hand. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I've already applied medicine, it just looks scary."

Seeing that he still had a sullen face, Lin Zhilan changed the subject, saying, "I remember now, when you had your surgery, you wrote the character 'Zhou' in my palm. What did it mean?"

Su Lang's gaze paused slightly, and his fingers lingered on the back of Su Lang's hand.

"Really?" He lowered his eyes, his tone flat. "Maybe I'm just confused from my illness and don't remember anything."

"Commander Su," Lin Zhilan's lips curled into a slight smile, "when you were delirious from your illness, you didn't write my name, you didn't write the child's name, but Zhou Chen's?"

Su Lang didn't respond, as if deliberately avoiding the question.

If people can live, they won't want to be saints anymore.

Lin Zhilan stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, pulled her hand out of his palm, crossed her arms, and said, "Okay, I get it now. Zhou Chen is the most important person in your heart, right?"

Su Lang's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Zhilan, don't joke with me."

"Okay, then you can rest here. I'll be going now." Lin Zhilan stood up, making a move to leave.

"Zhilan".

Su Lang grabbed her wrist, but not with much force.

But thinking of his injuries, Lin Zhilan still couldn't bear to shake him off.

Seeing that she had stopped, Su Lang was silent for a few seconds. "Sit down first, and I'll tell you."