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The corridor soon became empty. Xia Wan'an was still standing there in a daze until a nurse approached her, looking puzzled, and called out, "Mrs. Han?"
She snapped back to reality, gave the nurse a faint smile, and returned to the ward.
Han Jingnian was on the phone. Hearing the door, he looked up, then noticing her, he immediately patted the space beside him, gesturing for her to come and sit.
Xia Wan'an said nothing, quietly walked over, and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Han Jingnian naturally reached out, held her hand, gripping it tightly at times and loosening occasionally.
Sitting close, Xia Wan'an could faintly hear the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Han Jingnian's grandmother.
The conversation was mostly Han's grandmother knowing that he wasn't dead and scolding him. Han Jingnian was quite obedient, just repeatedly saying, "I know, Grandma," "I promise there won't be a next time, Grandma," and the like.
