Upon reaching the hospital interior, Qin Xiangyang still hadn't woken up, Aunt Hua sat by the bed, the worry never dissipating from her face.
Qin Xiangmei placed everything she brought inside the hospital cabinet, then she took Aunt Hua's hand.
"Auntie, you and Uncle Hua should head back, I'll be fine here by myself. At your home, there's still your brother and sister, and the fields waiting to be tended."
"But..." Aunt Hua was indeed anxious, the kids at home needed attention, and the fields indeed had no one to farm them – the soil had just been turned, waiting for seeds. If they don't plant soon and the weather turns bad all of a sudden, wouldn't this whole season's crops be ruined? Yet, leaving Qin Xiangyang and Qin Xiangnuan here, she felt uneasy. These children were still so young, who could they possibly take care of? Moreover, there's one with a serious illness.
"It'll be fine," Qin Xiangnuan reassured Aunt Hua.
