"An Shi, An Shi, are you okay?"
Lin Xingye hadn't expected An Shi to suddenly get so worked up, either. It was as though he was pouring out everything he'd kept bottled up for over a decade all at once.
His intense emotions left him short of breath, and the sharp pain from straining his abdomen only made his suffering worse.
The pain was overwhelming. The doctors held him down and made him lie back, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, whether from the pain or sorrow, no one could tell.
He shook his head at Star with difficulty, trying to tell him not to worry.
In his panic, Lin Xingye tried to get up, but a doctor beside him stopped him, too.
[An An...]
[That horrible woman! I'll go tell her off for you! I went too easy on her last time!]
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Bristling with fury, he tried to climb out of bed again, only to sit right back down under the doctor's death glare.
[...I'll sneak over later.]
The people outside couldn't see what was happening and were clearly even more anxious than those inside.
"Mrs. An, since all you've come here to do today is upset the patient and make a scene, please leave."
Bo Xi had always respected his elders, and An Shi didn't want them to become hostile toward the other members of the An Family because of him, so they had always spared An Mother's dignity.
"Whatever else she's done, she gave birth to me and raised me. How could I bring my friends along to disrespect her? That's basic courtesy."
Those were An Shi's exact words back when Qi Sijing had wanted to stand up for him.
People understood gratitude,