A successful surgery was really only the first hurdle.
After that, they still had to face challenges like high fevers, convulsions, and wound infections.
And the first night after the operation was the most critical.
If Xin Ziqi left, then she would be on watch alone tonight.
'Never mind the unpleasant memories this earthen hut has given me before, just sharing a room with the vagrant... that's not appropriate either.'
Ping'an had no choice but to obey the decision Xin Ziqi made.
Ji Huan glanced outside. The sky was indeed growing dark.
"Then I'll have to trouble you here for a bit. I'm going to the Hu Family's place first."
Xin Ziqi didn't say a word, already engrossed in his research on plaster casts.
Dabao was sitting upright at the entrance of the main hall, using the last sliver of daylight to practice his writing.
But he was clearly distracted. Every couple of strokes, he would glance toward the courtyard gate.
