Halfway through, Dr. Zhao came to check the ward.

Ji Changmu chatted with the nurse for a few words outside the ward.

"Auntie, I'd like to ask you to trouble me these days." Ji Changmu was polite and a gentleman, with a measured advance and retreat.

The nurse aunt nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Ji, you are too polite. You have given me such a high salary. I should be responsible and dedicated."

"Thank you." Ji Changmu nodded, "Did my mother say anything to you?"

Ji Changmu knew very well that his mother usually didn't want to disturb his work because of him, so she rarely spoke to him about her innermost feelings. She always said that she was fine and everything was fine.

"Mr. Ji, Madam doesn't talk much, but she is recovering very well today. She did talk to me a lot when she got up early in the morning. I am also from Bincheng. Sometimes she talks to me about the old Bincheng. Sometimes she talks to me about the old Bincheng.

Let’s talk about the past, in short, it’s quite nostalgic.”

"Did she say anything about my father or anything sad?"

"No, Madam didn't mention it. She just sighed a few words when looking at the photos of my granddaughter, and then asked me to take more photos for her to see in the next two days."

"Granddaughter? How old is your granddaughter?"

"It's two years old. It's very cute. Let me show you." The nurse aunt seemed to be particularly excited when she mentioned this and pulled out the photo album from her phone.

Ji Changmu was silent.

He knew that although his mother wouldn't say anything, she really wanted a grandchild in her heart.

He looked up at the photo the caregiver had pulled out.

The two-year-old girl is very lively. Some are laughing and some are crying. There are photos and videos.

The nurse kept chattering: "Mr. Ji, this is a one-year-old photo, and this is a two-year-old photo. Look, this one is crying very sadly because this is the first time she has caught a cold. It's so fun. Now she can jump and sing...

I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I shouldn't disturb you with personal matters."

The nurse then realized that she had said too much and put away her phone.

"It's okay." Ji Changmu said calmly, "I know my mother likes children very much."

"Yes, I can see it."

Ji Changmu didn't say much, and the nurse didn't speak again without permission.

Not long after, Dr. Zhao came out of the ward rounds and said to Ji Changmu: "Mr. Ji, Madam is recovering well. Today's electrocardiogram is normal. Don't be tired or stimulated in the past few days. Everything is fine."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, that's right."

Dr. Zhao left with his assistant, and the nurse also entered the ward to take care of Yang Shuzheng.

Ji Changmu stood in the smoking room and smoked a cigarette, his eyes downcast and silent.

He is not a good son.

During the day, Ji Changmu went to his mother's office again. This office was opened by him purely for Yang Shuzheng to pass the time, but Yang Shuzheng kept it in order.

There are fifty or sixty employees, and Yang Shuzheng comes here almost every day. This place has become another place of sustenance for her.

This was the first time for the employees of the office to see Mr. Ji and Mr. Ji. They were very surprised, especially the female employees. They couldn't imagine that Mr. Ji was so young.

Ji Changmu didn't stay long. He went to his mother's office to help her pack up some documents. Yang Shuzheng was afraid that she would be bored in the hospital and wanted to read the documents.

Ji Changmu also checked the phone call that irritated Yang Shuzheng. Of course, there was no result, so he stopped checking.
Chapter completed!