Actually, We Should Be Grateful for Our Mistakes!

Jinling University's front street, the campus infirmary.

Jinling University's infirmary was renowned among all the universities in Jinling City. Not only was it well equipped and spacious, but its medical supplies were also sold at cost, with great care taken to ensure students' quality of life.

Of course, none of those things mattered most. The most important point was that the infirmary's medical staff were almost all students from Jinling University's medical school.

The men were all handsome, and the women were all beautiful. No matter how difficult or unusual the illness, they treated it patiently and seriously. However miserable you felt, the moment an angelic face appeared before you, you could still feel a faint sense of pleasure at the sight.

Compared to the indifferent attitudes of certain hospital doctors, students preferred visiting the campus infirmary. After all, no one would turn down the caring gazes of handsome men and beautiful women while receiving treatment.

So, for many Jinling University students, being sick was sometimes quite a pleasant experience.

Jun Wangchen had not wanted to come to the infirmary in the first place. The basketball that had struck his back had done no real harm. Even if it had, with his acupuncture skills, a single needle would have done the trick. There was no need to go through the trouble of applying medicine.

However, he had one bad habit: he could not refuse a beautiful woman's request, especially one as breathtakingly beautiful as Zi Hanyan.

As the saying went, if he did not descend into hell, who would?

Alas!

How tragic!

To uphold love and truth, Jun Wangchen had set aside his own wishes and reluctantly agreed to let Zi Hanyan take him to the infirmary.

Reader (This User Has Ascended to Immortality): "Everyone, move aside! Let me piss him back to his senses!"

Before entering, Zi Hanyan glanced around. Seeing hardly anyone nearby, she quickly pulled a mask from her pocket and put it over her exquisite face.

Her earlier appearance at Mino Court had already attracted considerable attention. If she appeared openly again in a public place like the infirmary, she would inevitably draw a crowd of admirers, and Jun Wangchen, who was beside her, would be the first target of their hostility.

She had put on the mask to keep Jun Wangchen from becoming the object of the entire university's resentment.

The moment they entered the infirmary, a female student wearing a miniskirt approached with a warm smile. "How can I help you two?"

"Hello. My friend was accidentally hit in the back by someone's basketball just now. Sorry for the trouble, but could you take a look at him?" Zi Hanyan said, pointing to Jun Wangchen's back.

The student paused, her gaze settling on Jun Wangchen. After looking at him for a few seconds, she scratched her head apologetically. "Of course, but you might need to wait in the waiting room for ten minutes first. We have quite a few patients right now, and our doctors are a little overwhelmed!"

Zi Hanyan frowned and was about to say something when Jun Wangchen waved a hand. Leaning toward her ear, he whispered, "Zi Hanyan, I'm really fine. Why don't we forget about it?"

"We can't do that. What if it leaves you with some lasting problem?" Zi Hanyan shook her head, then turned to the student. "We'll wait in the waiting room for ten minutes. Please call us when it's our turn."

"All right." The student nodded and smiled apologetically, handing Jun Wangchen a numbered ticket before stepping aside to remove needles and collect medicine for other students who had finished their injections.

Seeing this, Zi Hanyan said nothing more and led Jun Wangchen into the waiting room.

There were already quite a few people in the waiting room, both men and women, many accompanied by their partners. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, without any noise or commotion.

The two exchanged a glance and, without discussing it, found a secluded spot near a corner and sat down.

After a moment of silence, Zi Hanyan suddenly looked at Jun Wangchen with gratitude in her eyes. "Jun Wangchen, I came to find you today because I wanted to thank you sincerely. I may never be able to repay what you've done for me!"

"W-well... surely that's a little exaggerated?" Jun Wangchen scratched the back of his head sheepishly, though he felt rather proud inside.

After all, getting to spend time alone with Jinling University's campus beauty was already an extraordinary stroke of luck, let alone inspiring such gratitude in her.

"Jun Wangchen, I'm not exaggerating. It's the truth." Zi Hanyan nodded earnestly, pressing her lips together as a mist of tears gathered in her eyes.

"Do you know? For the past six months, I've been missing someone, someone very important to me.

Even though I could see her every day and sit beside her, keeping her company as time quietly passed, I longed to exchange just a few words with her. I would have traded my entire lifetime for those few words.

Every day, I was consumed by longing and pain. Every night, I dreamed of all the little moments we'd shared. Every morning, I found a patch of my pillow soaked through. Back then, I couldn't believe I had so many tears..."

Jun Wangchen quietly listened to Zi Hanyan's murmured words without interrupting, even though he knew the person she missed was her mother.

"I thought I would never hear her affectionately call me 'Yan'er' again for the rest of my life. But then a miracle happened.

When I came home after class at noon today, the person who had haunted my dreams and filled my thoughts for the past six months was standing before me, as if in a dream!"

At this point, a stream of tears suddenly slipped from Zi Hanyan's eyes. Jun Wangchen knew they were tears of excitement and joy.

"I was afraid it was a dream, afraid that heaven was playing some bewildering joke on me. But when her hand touched my cheek, it felt so real, so familiar, and so much like everything I'd been longing for."

"I slapped myself and felt a burning sting. I took a pen and dragged it hard across my hand, and the red mark and pain lingered.

Finally, I understood that none of it was a dream. The person who had haunted my dreams and filled my thoughts for the past six months... had woken up!"

"That person is my mother. At noon today, she woke from her vegetative state. Although she's a little drowsy, her mind is clear. Even though she's forgotten the car accident six months ago, she still remembers every one of my habits."

"I thought my prayers over the past six months had worked, but my father told me someone had cured her..."

Zi Hanyan's murmuring stopped there, but the gratitude in her eyes as she looked at Jun Wangchen only deepened.

"That person... was you!"

Having listened silently to everything, Jun Wangchen gazed at Zi Hanyan for a long moment, then shook his head with a faint smile. "Zi Hanyan, you don't really need to thank me. The person you should truly thank is your father."

"My father?" Zi Hanyan froze, and hatred suddenly rose across her lovely face. "Why should I thank him? What has he done for my mother these past six months?

Every day, all he cared about was work. He was always meeting someone with power or someone with money. He never truly cared about his wife.

He even forgot my birthday yesterday. Tell me, why should I thank someone who can't even remember his own daughter's birthday?"

Seeing the resentment in Zi Hanyan's eyes, Jun Wangchen patted her shoulder and shook his head. "You're mistaken. For the past six months, your father has constantly sought out renowned doctors to treat your mother. Even after repeated failures, he never gave up on her. That shows his love for her never diminished with time.

As for why he's kept himself busy with other things these past six months, perhaps he couldn't accept the reality that his wife was in a vegetative state. He might have been numbing himself, hiding how much he missed her and keeping his feelings for her under control."

At those words, Zi Hanyan went still. Her gaze grew complicated, as though she was deep in thought, or perhaps feeling guilty.

Indeed, her father had grown much more haggard over the past six months because of her mother. All his daily rushing around had really been another way of searching for a treatment for her.

Just like yesterday, when he had forgotten her birthday because he had contacted Bai Ren, Jinling City's leading medical authority. He had spent the entire day seeking Bai Ren out and bringing him gifts. Ultimately, it had all been for her mother.

Yet throughout those six months, she had often blamed him for failing in his duties as a father and hated him for not protecting her mother. She had frequently sulked and argued with him, sometimes even deliberately hiding to frighten him.

Thinking of all this, Zi Hanyan felt even guiltier, and tears slipped helplessly from the corners of her eyes once more.

Her father had truly sacrificed so much for their family!

Watching the tears spill from Zi Hanyan's eyes, Jun Wangchen smiled faintly. He took a tissue from his pocket and offered it to her. "Zi Hanyan, you don't have to feel so much guilt and blame yourself so harshly for what you've done. We all make mistakes.

When I was little, I always lied to my mother and told her I had no money. Now, I always lie and tell her I still have money.

When I was little, whenever I bought something and brought it home, I always told my mother it had cost more than it really did. Now, whenever I buy something and bring it home, I always tell her it cost very little.

When I was little, whenever I was wronged outside, I would come home and cry to my mother. Now, whenever I'm wronged and come home, I always find a way to keep smiling in front of her.

Actually, we should be grateful for our mistakes, because after going through them, we've grown up. We still have the chance to make up for the mistakes we made before. Isn't that the most wonderful thing?"

Zi Hanyan paused. The tears at the corners of her eyes suddenly stopped, and her misty gaze grew brighter and brighter. "Jun Wangchen, thank you for helping me see things clearly. I understand now!"

Seeing Zi Hanyan smile again, Jun Wangchen smiled warmly in return.

Over the years, he had seen quiet, refined girls cheat on their partners, and he had seen brash girls who smoked and drank remain faithful to their love. He had seen people in suits and ties viciously curse their parents, and he had seen people covered in tattoos care for hospitalized elders with meticulous devotion.

So much gentleness... was only an act!

But character and the kindness deep in someone's bones... could not be faked!

"Here!" With a pleased smile, Jun Wangchen winked at Zi Hanyan and shook the tissue in his hand, motioning for her to take it and wipe her tears.

Zi Hanyan paused, then accepted the tissue with a smile.

In the tranquil waiting room, a ray of sunlight somehow slipped through the window. Though blazing, it felt wonderfully warm...