"If you didn't do it, people wouldn't make things up. Let's not talk about Zhenzhen, but why would Qiuhe lie and frame you? Enough, stop explaining."
Grandpa Jiang didn't want to hear Jiang Xiumei's excuses for herself. He really was exhausted, and just wanted to lie down for a while. But Jiang Xiumei didn't dare let go of his hand. "Dad, the surgery..."
"Alright, the surgery has already been scheduled. But what I just said wasn't a lie—after your surgery, there's only a twenty percent chance of recovery. Don't get your hopes up too much."
After Grandpa Jiang finished speaking, he lay down on the bed next to them. This ward had two beds, and the one next to them was empty for now. He was barely a patient himself, so lying down for a bit wasn't a big deal.
With the mood so tense, no one in the Jiang Family who stayed behind said anything.
