As Jiang Xue walked in, she immediately noticed her mother's exhausted face and her father's pale complexion. This time, his face looked much worse than the last time she saw him.
Seeing her parents like this, Jiang Xue couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was all her fault for being useless, not only failing to honor them properly but also causing them trouble.
"Daughter, why are you here?" Father Jiang, lying in the hospital bed, was the first to see Jiang Xue, his face lighting up with joy.
"Dad, I've come to see you." Jiang Xue smiled and walked to her father's bedside, looking at him and asking, "Dad, how are you feeling? Any better?"
"This illness is what it is, nothing much better or worse." Father Jiang dismissed Jiang Xue's concern, while Mrs. Jiang wanted to speak but held back after catching Father Jiang's warning glance.
