The child needed care.
And money.
"...Sis, I'm fine..."
After saying everything, the Orange felt a little better.
She didn't need anyone to comfort her.
All that comforting...
Ever since her child was born, she'd heard it so many times.
So many times that she'd almost lost the ability to feel grateful for anyone's comfort.
Of course.
She was grateful.
She knew she ought to be grateful.
But...
All that comfort was floating in the air, like a castle in the sky...
It offered her no tangible help at all.
She still had to face everything on her own.
A lot of the time, she wished that if someone was willing to show her even a little kindness, they wouldn't need to say much. They could simply sit quietly with her and listen.
Madam Xiao felt helpless.
She wanted so badly to help the Orange.
Even if she could only make things a little easier for her.
But...
There was nothing she could do.
The only thing that could ease the Orange's mind now was for the child's condition to improve.
And that was the hardest thing of all.
She wasn't a doctor.
She was no miracle worker, either.
All she could do was pray to Heaven, bless the child, and hope it would show mercy and not take a young life too soon.
"...Which hospital?"
At last, Madam Xiao thought of something else she could do.
She wanted to visit the Orange.
To see the poor child.
"I'll come to the hospital and see you and the child."
"You..."
She wanted to tell the Orange not to put too much pressure on herself, but then she remembered...
The hospital had issued a critical-condition notice...
And here she was telling the child's mother not to feel