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

Su Lang leaned against the pillow, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The wound in his abdomen throbbed with pain, but he didn't care at all.

Lin Zhilan calmed her breathing, straightened her face, and tried to appear serious. "What should we do about Zhou Chen's matter?"

Su Lang tapped his finger twice on the bed sheet. "I'll have someone bring him to the island."

Rather than putting his wife in a difficult position, he decided to be the one to bring it up first.

Zhou Chen may be alive, but his identity is dead.

He is now Zhilan's legal husband.

As long as Zhilan doesn't intend to abandon him, Su Lang isn't afraid of Zhou Chen's existence at all.

"However," Su Lang said slowly, "we'll have to wait until I recover."

Lin Zhilan pursed her lips. "Okay."

She hadn't actually planned to meet Zhou Chen.

Lin Zhilan felt guilty.

She can't find the original owner of this body, and now she's trying to steal someone else's daughter.

The couple were each lost in their own thoughts, and for a while, neither of them spoke.

The door was suddenly opened.

Jiang Chengzhou, holding his younger sister's hand, rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Uncle, are you hurt?"

Jiang Chengzhou looked anxious and, without saying a word, reached out to lift the blanket to check his wound.

Su Lang reacted quickly, grabbing his flailing hand with her large palm. "Don't move, it's nothing serious."

Jiang Chengzhou only found out about Su Lang's accident today.

It wasn't until a friend told him that his aunt had gotten into a fight that Jiang Chengzhou learned about the whole thing.

Upon hearing that his uncle was injured, Jiang Chengzhou was extremely panicked.

She immediately dragged her younger sister to the hospital.

Now I see my uncle lying here with my own eyes. He has lost a lot of weight and looks unwell.

But he was still alive, and the anxiety that had been hanging over him all the way finally subsided.

Jiang Chengzhou sniffed, his eyes red-rimmed as he looked at Su Lang, "Uncle, it's so good you're not dead!"

Su Lang reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing as he scolded, "You brat."

Su Lang's gaze passed over her eldest nephew and landed on her daughter.

Linlin was being led by her brother, her little face tense, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Su Lang waved to her, "Baby, come here. Daddy hasn't seen you in so long."

Linlin didn't pounce on him as usual.

She stood there and looked at Su Lang, then turned around and buried her face in Lin Zhilan's arms, refusing to come out.

Lin Zhilan hugged her, gently patting her back with one hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong? It's Daddy. Don't you remember him?"

Linlin didn't say anything, she just hugged her mother even tighter.

After a while, she turned her head slightly and timidly glanced at the hospital bed.

Su Lang's once sharp and imposing features now appear even more deep-set and sunken due to his serious illness.

His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked haggard and thin.

He was completely different from the tough and handsome father that Linlin remembered.

When Su Lang saw her daughter looking over, she quickly smiled expectantly.

Upon seeing this, Linlin quickly looked away, buried her face in her hands, and clung tightly to her mother's neck, her little body trembling slightly.

Linlin had never seen her father like this before, and she instinctively wanted to resist.

Su Lang saw her daughter avoid her, and the light in her eyes dimmed for a moment.

The raised hand was slowly lowered.

Lin Zhilan lowered her head and whispered in her daughter's ear, "Are you scared? Daddy is just sick. He'll be fine in a few days, just like before."

Linlin nestled in her arms, and after a long while, she finally spoke, "A few days?"

Lin Zhilan was stunned for a moment before realizing that her daughter was asking her father how many days it would take to get better.

She thought about it carefully, "Soon, in thirty days, Mom will definitely be able to cure Dad."

If you raise Su Lang like a pig, he'll be fattened up in a month, right?

Lin Zhilan paused, then added, "And now Dad doesn't have to go out to sea anymore, so he can stay home with you every day."

Linlin looked up, large tears welling up in her eyes.

The little girl was at a loss, and when she opened her mouth, she burst into tears.

Lin Zhilan was startled and quickly hugged her, gently rocking her while patting her back and comforting her, "What's wrong, baby? Don't cry, don't cry, Mommy's here."

Jiang Chengzhou also became anxious and followed behind his aunt to comfort his younger sister.

Linlin cried so hard she could barely breathe. She sobbed, pointing her little finger at the hospital bed, "I want, I want Daddy."

"Okay, okay."

Lin Zhilan quickly put her to the bedside.

Linlin kicked off her shoes and tried to climb onto the hospital bed.

Su Lang quickly reached out and helped her daughter up.

Using her strength, Linlin pushed off the edge of the bed with her little feet and huffed and puffed her way up.

She lifted the thin blanket and slipped inside like a little eel.

Lin Zhilan was startled and quickly reached out to stop him.

Su Lang's wounds hadn't healed yet, how could he withstand such torment from the little darling?

But before she could reach out, Su Lang blocked her way.

"It's alright," Su Lang patted her daughter's back. "How much strength could she possibly have?"

Lin Zhilan glared at him, but also felt sorry for her daughter, so she didn't insist any further.

Linlin curled up and clung tightly to her father's arm, crying softly.

When she was tired of crying, she grabbed his hospital gown and used it to wipe her face.

Tears and snot soaked his chest, leaving a large wet patch on his hospital gown.

Su Lang felt a little bad. He took the handkerchief his wife handed him, patted his daughter, and said, "Baby, lift your head up, Daddy will blow your nose."

"don't want."

Linlin's voice was full of nasal tones, and she sounded pitiful.

"What's wrong?"

Linlin grabbed his clothes and said sullenly, "Daddy is ugly, I don't want to look."

Su Lang: "..."

Lin Zhilan quickly turned around, pretending to pack her things.

Jiang Chengzhou also quickly turned around and looked out the window.

But their constantly shaking shoulders betrayed their smiles.

Su Lang resignedly let his daughter wipe his nose with his clothes, and said helplessly, "Daddy isn't ugly. He'll grow back once he eats more."

"Hmm."

Linlin hiccuped and cried herself to sleep.

It's the middle of summer now.

Su Lang was weak and afraid of the cold, so he was only covered with a thin blanket.

Linlin won't do.

In addition, she cried again and broke out in a sweat.

Lin Zhilan wanted to pick her up.

Su Lang said, "Let her sleep here for a while. Chengzhou, bring me a palm-leaf fan."

"OK."

Jiang Chengzhou ran out quickly and came back with a palm-leaf fan.

Su Lang took it and gently fanned her daughter.

Lin Zhilan poured some warm water from the kettle, wrung out a towel, and wiped the sweat off her daughter's face and back.

Looking at Su Lang, he said, "Keep spoiling him. Sooner or later, he'll become a little devil."

Su Lang's wound has not yet been stitched up and has not fully healed.

It's somewhat strenuous to do any of the movements.

Even so, they still insisted on fanning their daughter.

Lin Zhilan wanted to offer advice, but she felt like she was playing the villain.

Su Lang chuckled, "My daughter is clever and quick-witted; I won't spoil her."

The couple exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.