Miss Su took the warm towel from Sister Chen's hand and gently wiped the sweat from Su Lu's forehead.
"Indeed, this girl has always been sensible and able to endure since she was little. She has swallowed all sorts of bitterness..."
Sister Chen sighed, "Ah, I feel being sensible isn't really a good thing. Those who are sensible in this world often suffer all kinds of grievances."
Su Zhe had not expected this caregiver to be so philosophical, but then he thought about it, and it didn't seem so surprising. In a hospital like this, all sorts of life's expressions constantly unfold, in every variety imaginable.
Indeed, Su Lu had indeed suffered all kinds of worldly grievances.
"Brother..." Su Lu heard Su Zhe's voice, but because she was still groggy, her eyes only cracked slightly open, and her gaze was somewhat blurred.
"Ah." Su Zhe eagerly responded and leaned down, "Are you awake? Does it hurt?"