Sheng Youxia glanced at the entrance to the clinic, where a patient waited anxiously.
She looked like it was her first time here, very nervous and uneasy, her daughter next to her had her hands clasped together, praying silently.
"Tell him it's okay, just a couple of people started arguing, but everything has been handled now."
"Okay," the nurse replied, relaying the message as Sheng Youxia had instructed.
Sheng Youxia thoughtfully looked towards the corridor. Even though Wen Jinglan's figure had disappeared, it didn't mean she wouldn't return.
Compared to the hate in her heart, perhaps Liang Nianwei was nothing.
This method would only keep her at bay temporarily.
After returning to the hospital room, Wen Jinglan called Mrs. Liang. Liang Nianwei was on an IV drip, very weak. Mrs. Liang handed her the phone, and they talked for a long time.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the room.
Wen Jinglan hurriedly ended the call, "Who is it? Come in."