The next day, after sending her son off to school, Yuan Chun took out a bottle of malt extract, two cans of preserved fruits, a pack of sugar, and a bag of fruits from the grocery store, hopped on her tricycle, and went to the hospital to visit Little Uncle Fan.
Grandma Fan was peeling an apple when she saw Yuan Chun and was a bit surprised, "Madam Xiao Bao, what brings you here."
"Aunt Fan, I'm here to see Uncle Jiaojiao." Yuan Chun put down the gifts, looked at Little Uncle Fan who was already awake in bed, and asked, "How is Uncle Jiaojiao? Is his injury serious?"
Grandma Fan sighed, her face full of worry, "The doctor said one of his ribs is slightly cracked, and he needs to rest for a while."
"Mom, I'm fine. It's just a little crack. I'll be bouncing around again in a few days," Little Uncle Fan grimaced in pain but still smiled to comfort his mother.
