When Jiang Yixia accompanied Sister Li into the hospital's inpatient department, the scent of disinfectant filled the corridor.
Sister Li walked ahead, her steps hurried, a thermal flask in her hand.
She grumbled as she walked, "That stubborn old man. I told him to do less work, but he just wouldn't listen. Well, look at him now. Comfy lying in a hospital bed, is he?"
Jiang Yixia followed behind, listening to her ramble on and trying to hide a smile.
Although Sister Li often complained about her husband, it was clear she still loved him very much.
When they reached the door to the hospital room, Sister Li pushed it open, still muttering, "Li Guoqiang, I'm telling you, if you dare try to carry anything heavy again when we get home, I'll..."
Her words caught in her throat when she saw the man lying on the bed, his face pale.
