After regaining her composure, Zhou Jiao refused to have Military Doctor Zheng come over. She knew the condition of her own health; just now, it was merely that her spirit had been stretched too tight.
Now she didn't know which grandson of the Cheng Family was in trouble, nor the severity of the illness, but she and her daughter should immediately go to the hospital to accompany Old Mrs. Cheng.
"You stay home and rest, I'll go."
Zhou Jiao felt weak all over, too tired to explain, so she left the study and began to put on a coat, hat, and scarf hanging in the living room.
"So stubborn, just like your dad!" Miao Lishan muttered, worriedly supporting her out of the yard, "Walk slowly, the car won't arrive so quickly."
Early spring had not yet arrived; the nighttime streets were quite desolate, with only occasional shadows appearing.
