When Zhao Yuan walked into Liu Lili's examination room, she was still asleep.
Chen Kaihua sat by the hospital bed, holding his wife's hand, his gaze tender and gentle.
His devotion to Liu Lili was plain for all to see, and many admired him for it.
Countless young women found themselves wishing they could meet a man just like him.
Some women who had boyfriends or were married had complained to their partners more than once today, "Can't you learn a thing or two from Chen Kaihua?"
When he saw Zhao Yuan arrive, Chen Kaihua quickly rose to greet him.
His gratitude toward Zhao Yuan was heartfelt. This surprised many onlookers, who couldn't help but mutter, "Why is Chen Kaihua so incredibly grateful to Zhao Yuan? He hasn't even cured Liu Lili yet, has he?"
They didn't know what Chen Kaihua and Liu Lili had been through, so of course they couldn't understand why Chen Kaihua felt such profound gratitude toward Zhao Yuan.
"How is Ms. Chen's condition?" Zhao Yuan asked.
