It was rare for Zhou Shufen to be so calm, yet she didn't seem to have much edge when facing her. In addition to her heartache due to Xiaoyi's illness, Jiang Ruolan felt that Zhou Shufen was not very natural at the moment.

Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips and smiled friendly. She politely said, "Thank you, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Shufen was stunned for a moment as she glanced at her expressionlessly. "Why are you thanking me? Auntie An saw that you were still asleep and about to go down to get medicine, but when she saw me back in the ward, she asked me to take care of your IV drops. I only watched you for more than ten minutes."

After she finished speaking, she played with the fragrant flowers in her hands while coldly saying, "Don't think that I'm taking care of you out of kindness. Jiang Ruolan, our relationship is unusual. Even if you were an ordinary friend, you still wouldn't be qualified for me to take care of you."

Jiang Ruolan smiled, but she did not retort.

Fortunately, Zhou Shufen's words allow her to understand her current situation. She must have slept in the hospital for two days before she woke up.

Zhou Shufen placed the flower and then stood there, holding the vase with both hands, looking at the petals. It was unknown what she was thinking at this moment.

Jiang Ruolan was a pregnant mother, after all. Seeing Zhou Shufen in this situation, she could understand her feelings. She wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how to put them into words.

According to Xian Guiying, Xiaoyi was the daughter of Zhou Shufen and a New York man, but no matter how proud or defeated Zhou Shufen was in the field of love, at least she was very diligent in her daughter's education.

Jiang Ruolan had seen Xiaoyi before. She was a cute, sensible, self-reliant, weak little girl, but unfortunately, her body wasn't healthy enough until it made one's heart ache.

Jiang Ruolan was hesitant about whether she should comfort Zhou Shufen or not. Still, at the same time, she was also considering whether her (Zhou Shufen) personality would anger her instead. Since she didn't want to argue with Zhou Shufen at a time like this, Jiang Ruolan could only look at her and weigh the pros and cons in her heart.

At this moment, Zhan An pushed open the ward door and walked in, holding some medicine boxes. Seeing Jian Ruolan waking up, she sighed in relief and walked towards her with a smile. "Ruolan, you finally woke up. How do you feel?"

"Mom, I've made you worried. I'm fine, this is just a minor injury." Jiang Ruolan grinned, trying to look energetic.

"You said so, but you forgot that I was with you when Dr. Li treated your wound. Although the wound on your forehead is small, the wound is very deep. You have to go to the hospital and stitch it up a few times! The Old Man is very worried about you. After he came back home yesterday, he didn't sleep well. He was afraid something bad might happen to you."

Zhan An placed the medicine box in her hand on the bedside table. "These are the anti-inflammatory medicines prescribed by doctors. He also said that these medicines don't have any effect on pregnant women."

Jiang Ruolan nodded. "Thank you, mom. My wounds have been sewn, so there should be no problem."

"What do you thank me for? You were in a coma for two days, and you almost scared me to death. Fortunately, Jiang Yijun was quick to save you and the Old Man, otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable."

Zhan An still had a lingering fear on her face as she patted Jiang Ruolan's hand. "But don't worry, even if there are some stitches on your forehead, the Old Man specifically told the doctor to make sure it would not leave scars on your face."

Jiang Ruolan didn't really care about this. After all, she was only injured on the hairline. However, when she saw Zhan An's serious expression, she could only smile silently.

She had just woken up and had no strength to talk. There was no mirror here, and she didn't know how she looks right now, but she can imagine that after losing so much blood and fever due to inflammation a few days ago, her face was definitely not good.

"Hey you! Don't move! What do you want? Let mom take it for you!" Seeing Jiang Ruolan raise her hand, Zhan An quickly pushed her hand down onto the bed and whispered.

"Mom, I want to drink some water."

"Wait, I'll get some water. After drinking the water, you can drink chicken soup." Zhan An stood up to pour water. As she got a glass of water, she turned to Zhou Shufen before smiling at her. "Miss Zhou, sorry for troubling you just now."

"Auntie An, why did you say that? Isn't that natural? When someone asks for help, I have to help her." Zhou Shufen smiled. It was clear on her face that she had great respect for Zhan An.

That's right, Zhan An was Xian Zihao's mother, after all.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruolan felt very glad that she had met Xian Zihao. To be able to meet such an outstanding and warm man like him in her life, it was the greatest blessing to her.

Even so, there were still some people who didn't know to cherish him when they were young.

"Come, drink some water." Zhan An smiled as she handed a glass of water to Jiang Ruolan.

She took a big gulp of the water and choked. Zhan An quickly patted her on the back and said, "Slow down, child. I wanted to feed you something yesterday, but you were unconscious. You must be very thirsty, right?"

Jiang Ruolan raised her hand to wipe her mouth and gave Zhan An a silly smile. "Right, mom, where's Yijun?"

Zhan An was quiet for a moment. She then looked at the time, "Yijun sent the Old Man back to Xian Residence yesterday, but he hasn't come today. I think he also worried about you. He should come soon."

Jiang Ruolan nodded and took another sip of water silently. Her eyes were calm as she thought back to Jiang Yijun, who rushed to the ancestral hall that night.

At this moment, a nurse came in and told Zhou Shufen to go to the intensive care unit. She got up from the seat and ignored Jiang Ruolan, who was looking at her. She then followed the nurse from behind.

Zhan An sat down next to Jiang Ruolan and slowly poured some chicken soup into the bowl. Occasionally she glanced towards the bed opposite her with a thoughtful expression.

"Sigh, it's spring now. The hospital is full of people. At first, I wanted to let you stay alone in one room, but there were no more empty rooms." She sighed, "Later, I want you to stay in a private hospital. The environment there is better and there are a lot of empty wards, but Dr. Li says that this subsidiary hospital is very professional in treating head injuries."

"Mom, how could I be so spoiled? I can stay anywhere, let alone that the person staying in that bed is just a child. Zhou Shufen is also our acquaintance, so it wouldn't be too awkward for me to stay in this room." Jiang Ruolan laughed.

Zhan An looked at her and gently said, "It's good then. As long as you don't feel awkward. Mom is just afraid that you might feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Ruolan smiled and said softly, "Mom, I already know the past story between Zihao and Miss Zhou. It's all a thing in the past. You don't have to be afraid that I'll be unhappy when I see Xiaoyi."

Zhan An nodded her head, "Honestly, that day, when Xiaoyi called Zihao 'daddy', it terrified me too. After all, I had lived in America for many years, so I knew some general things about Zhou Shufen and Zihao back then."

"Everyone knows that Xiaoyi and Zihao have nothing to do with each other. However, the child suddenly called him that way in front of you, so mom was afraid that you would not be able to accept it. Sigh, that kid is Zhou Shufen's daughter. She has always had a temper since childhood. Luckily, her nature is not bad, but she's just a little too arrogant."

"She does have something to be proud of." Jiang Ruolan then looked thoughtfully at the door of the ward.

Unknowingly, Jiang Yijun had arrived. He stood in front of the ward door with a fruit basket in his hand. Inside the basket was Jiang Ruolan's favorite fruit. Seeing that Zhan An was still there, he stood in front of the door and didn't enter.

"Yijun is here." Zhan An stood up and walked closer. "Ruolan asked about you just now. You two are siblings, after all, so have a chat. I will go see Zhou Shufen and her daughter."

Jiang Yijun didn't even spare a glance at Zhan An. He just stared at Jiang Ruolan.

Zhan An was already used to Jiang Yijun's attitude, so she just smiled and turned to Jiang Ruolan, "Mom will be back soon. Be careful, your wounds have just been stitched. Don't move."

Just after Zhan An left, Jiang Ruolan looked at Jiang Yijun.

"You're finally here?" She was the first to speak as she gloomily looked at him.

Jiang Yijun stood in place. His expression was cold, but it still couldn't hide the anxiety and pain he felt for her. In the end, he moved his eyebrows slightly and continued walking in.

"Does it still hurt? Yesterday, after sending the Old Man back, I called the hospital and asked about your condition. There is something I have to do, so I can only come today after managing a few things." Jiang Yijun placed the fruit basket and lifted the strands of soft hair from her forehead. He looked closely at the part of her head that was covered with a white medical cloth and used his fingers to gently stroke the swelling.

Without any expression, Jiang Ruolan turned her head away slightly and avoided his hand. In a cold voice, she said, "Such a heavy beam fell down. I'll try hitting you with it and you are going to see yourself whether it hurts or not."

Jiang Yijun looked at her for a long time before finally sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Ruolan stared at IV droplets on her hand and thought for a moment. She then looked back at Jiang Yijun and earnestly said, "Jiang Yijun, I will call you Jiang Yijun now. I am waiting for you to give me a reasonable explanation."