At the hospital, Xiaang Tianmin just had some superficial injuries, nothing serious.
Shang Ruoya hurried over, her face full of worry: "Yanyan, how is your uncle?"
"The doctor said it's just some superficial injuries," Qiann Yan replied, "Uncle fainted, he must have been frightened. Mom, Aunt is already back, Uncle actually didn't need to come over to cook."
Shang Ruoya was taken aback: "Cook? Your uncle went over to cook today? Why didn't he tell me?"
"Maybe he forgot."
"I'll ask him later."
Xiaang Tianmin woke up, looking bewildered at Shang Ruoya's questions: "Cooking? When did I say I was going over to cook? If I were going, wouldn't I go with you? How could I go alone? That's so inconvenient."
Qiann Yan and Shang Ruoya exchanged a glance, both feeling confused; of course, Qiann Yan was pretending.
"Could he be possessed by evil spirits?" said the lady in the next bed.
Shang Ruoya shook her head and chuckled, not really believing in such things.
