In the afternoon, Mu Yiliang accompanied Yan Sijue to the sanatorium.
But Lan Yueru seed not in good spirits. She kept her head down, playing with a comb, refusing to look at anyone.
Yan Sijue crouched down and held her hand, "Mom."
Lan Yueru flinched, trying hard to free her hand, seemingly unwilling to be touched by him.
Yan Sijue frowned slightly. In the past, although Lan Yueru had no reaction to him, she at least didn’t dislike him.
What happened?
Mu Yiliang also noticed sothing amiss and tentatively asked, "Aunt Lan, do you rember ?"
Lan Yueru still had no reaction.
Mu Yiliang, like Yan Sijue, tried to hold her hand, but she also broke free.
Yan Sijue’s expression changed sowhat. This was the first ti Lan Yueru showed any response to the outside world, even if it ant she disliked him. At least it was an emotional expression.
Ten minutes later, Lan Yueru’s attending physician and several caregivers gathered together, looking at each other in confusion.
"Does this an she’s getting better?" Yan Sijue asked with bright eyes.
The attending physician frowned and said, "The cause of this result could be many things. A more likely scenario is that the patient is physically uncomfortable but doesn’t know how to express it, leading to a low mood or even inexplicable anger."
A caregiver also bravely said, "This... this situation has occurred before. Once, the patient refused to eat and even broke a bowl... Later, I found out it was because the patient hadn’t slept well the night before and had a sore neck..."
Yan Sijue, disappointed, frowned and waved his hand, "Then quickly find out why she’s uncomfortable!"
The doctors and nurses hurriedly responded and quickly dispersed.
Mu Yiliang, seeing the man angry, quickly soothed, "At least it shows she has emotions; that’s a good thing. She will gradually get better!"
Yan Sijue smiled helplessly, "It’s okay, I will keep waiting."
They returned to Lan Yueru’s side, but this ti, she was not alone.
She sat side by side with Xin, holding Xin’s hand as they both stared out at the courtyard in a daze.
Seeing this scene, Yan Sijue was montarily stunned, his brows slightly furrowing, seemingly a bit displeased.
Mu Yiliang completely understood the reason for his displeasure. Apparently, Lan Yueru seed to trust Xin very much, willing to hold Xin’s hand when feeling unwell, yet rejecting her own biological son.
After all, for so many years, Xin was the only one by her side.
Seeing them, Xin stood up, smiled at them, and tried to withdraw her hand, but Lan Yueru clutched it tightly, refusing to let go.
Xin made a helpless expression.
Yan Sijue pressed his lips tightly, "It’s okay, you sit down. She needs you."
Xin had no choice but to sit down and let Lan Yueru snuggle against her. She turned her gaze to Mu Yiliang, "I’m sorry about last ti, it was my negligence."
"I’m fine. Don’t worry about it," Mu Yiliang shook her head, dismissing it lightly.
Yan Sijue looked at his mother blankly, ultimately unwilling to give up. He again stepped forward and tentatively held her other hand.
This ti, Lan Yueru didn’t let go.
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Mu Yiliang watched as they stood on either side of Lan Yueru, feeling rather displeased. But on one side was her son, and on the other was the life-saving benefactor from years ago. It was understandable for Lan Yueru to be close to them. Mu Yiliang wouldn’t be so tactless as to intrude.
So she had to stand aside and wait silently.
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