Jiang's mother's surgery went well, and the doctor was optimistic. Jiang's father and Ethan Jiang both breathed a sigh of relief. Relatives came in waves, chatting with Jiang's mother, who was in a much better mood, and the smile on her face became more relaxed and natural.
Everyone agreed not to mention what happened that day anymore. It was like an inexplicable dream that was quickly lost in the passing days.
Ethan Jiang ran around the hospital all day, bringing the test results to Jiang's mother and communicating with the doctor about follow-up treatment. Even after switching shifts with Jiang's father who rushed over after work, he dragged his tired body back home to cook some simple porridge and side dishes according to the online videos, and sent them over early in the morning. Ethan Jiang was a little unsure about the amount of water in the pot. He gestured with a bowl for a long time, but finally gave up and turned back for help: "Hey! How much should I put in...ah?"
No one answered except the sound of the wind whistling outside the window.
Ethan Jiang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his face felt cold. He raised his hand, and tears started to slide down his cheeks, dripping drop by drop onto the cold floor, creating a sad and beautiful splash of water.
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