Uncle Chen hung up the phone and turned to Feng Qishi, saying, "I have something else to do, I'm leaving now."
"Work matters," Feng Qishi said casually.
Uncle Chen didn't want to lie to Feng Qishi and nodded.
"Then please go ahead," Feng Qishi said.
Uncle Chen smiled faintly, then turned to Zhang Yan, who was looking up at him, and said, "Eat less. If you keep eating, your body will definitely have problems."
"It's fine," Zhang Yan replied with a simple smile.
Uncle Chen was speechless regarding Zhang Yan's attitude. He walked past the aisle, opened the door, and looked at Dad Feng standing outside, saying, "Well, I'm leaving."
"I'll see you out," Dad Feng offered.
"No need," Uncle Chen declined.
Dad Feng pointed inside, and Uncle Chen understood immediately. "Alright then," he said, and walked out of the ward.
Dad Feng closed the door and left with Uncle Chen.
Inside the room, Zhang Yan walked to the door, opened it, and poked his head out to watch their retreating figures as they turned the corner. He then stood up, let out a sigh of relief, closed the door, and said, "They're gone." He walked back to the foot of the bed and looked at Feng Qishi's casted leg. "Your Uncle Chen said all that; what do you think?"
"What else can I think? Let's go," Feng Qishi replied.
"If you go," Zhang Yan thought of how Uncle Chen had cried for him earlier, his eyes darkening, "your Uncle Chen will definitely be very sad."
"Everyone dies eventually. Sadness is just a fleeting moment," Feng Qishi smiled faintly. "If it's possible, I'll have to trouble you then."
"Trouble me with what?" Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes.
"What else can I trouble you with? I won't be here anymore, and Uncle Chen will be alone. You'll have to help him through his grief, of course."
"You're quite clever with your plans, aren't you?" Zhang Yan pointed at Feng Qishi twice.
Feng Qishi grinned and said, "Mu Anxiao hasn't come to see me either."
"I'm here with you, and you still want her? That's too much," Zhang Yan said, displeased.
"Tsk tsk, are you jealous?" Feng Qishi chuckled.
Zhang Yan rolled his eyes at Feng Qishi and walked to the sofa. "I'm so tired of eating chicken feet and duck feet," he said, letting out a satisfied burp.
"You're truly greedy," Feng Qishi remarked.
"If I don't finish eating here and take it with me, it looks bad," Zhang Yan said, looking down at the trash can. "Alright, I'll help you throw it away."
"Are you afraid people will see and think I ate it, and then blame you!" Feng Qishi exposed him.
"You could say that," Zhang Yan admitted. He stood up and looked around, saying, "However, speaking of which, your leg is also a big problem."
"It is a problem, but," Feng Qishi turned his head and looked at the weather outside the window from a distance, "the sky's appearance just changed slightly. If I'm not mistaken, something has happened!"
"You can read the sky too?" Zhang Yan was surprised.
"Mu Anxiao taught me," Feng Qishi said, pointing at the apple on the table. "I want an apple, wash one for me."
"I'm an old man. For you to order me around like this, it's perhaps a bit too much," Zhang Yan said deliberately.
"Old brother, if you..."
"Call me old," Zhang Yan emphasized.
"Brother," Feng Qishi smiled.
Zhang Yan was quite pleased with Feng Qishi's address and his smile. "Your family is really amazing, to be able to buy apples at this season."
"Go wash it. As long as it's edible," Feng Qishi said.
Zhang Yan nodded, took the apple, and walked towards the bathroom.
Feng Qishi turned his head and looked at the apple on the table, sighing.
Just then, Mu Anxiao pushed the door open and entered. Feng Qishi heard it and asked, "Who is it?"
Mu Anxiao closed the door with her hands behind her back, walked swiftly into the ward, and looked at Feng Qishi, asking, "Are you lying to me?"
Feng Qishi was taken aback. "What about me?"
"Do you still have memories from your previous life, Shen Yan?" Mu Anxiao asked directly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi grinned. "What are you saying? How could I possibly have memories from a previous life? If I really did," his eyes darkened, "I wouldn't be in this state."
"Hu Yuan has them, so why wouldn't you?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Feng Qishi looked up and said, "How would I know?"
"You..."
Mu Anxiao's words were cut short as Zhang Yan emerged from the bathroom holding the washed apple. "Hu Yuan is a soul serving a sentence, so of course, he has memories. That's a punishment from the underworld."
"Why is it a punishment?" Mu Anxiao was confused.
"Sometimes, forgetting is a good thing. Remembering," Zhang Yan said, "only brings pain."
Hearing Zhang Yan's words and seeing Feng Qishi's bewildered expression, Mu Anxiao lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I thought you still remembered."
"If I remembered, it might not be a good thing for you," Feng Qishi suddenly said.
Mu Anxiao frowned.
"Think about it. If I remembered, not to mention that you're a female swindler, but the things you owe me, I wouldn't forget them. If I had memories of my previous life, given my personality," Feng Qishi gave a sinister smile, "I would definitely make you repay them."
"You..."
"Do you know what's the hardest thing to repay in a lifetime?" Feng Qishi suddenly asked.
"Borrowed money. That's why I don't borrow," Mu Anxiao's mind wasn't on the same track as Feng Qishi's, she said.
Feng Qishi's eyes narrowed. "You only think of money. The hardest thing to repay in a lifetime is gratitude."
"Gratitude? How is it hard to repay? Although I don't like owing favors," Mu Anxiao said, contradicting herself.
Feng Qishi's mouth twitched. "You are truly contradictory."
"What's wrong with being contradictory?" Mu Anxiao asked assertively.
Feng Qishi looked at her face and said, "As the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. But some people, they give you a little kindness, and then they want you to repay it manifold. You don't bring it up, you keep it in your heart, and then they still bring it up. Originally," he said, "I remembered it, but after she pressured me like that, I truly felt I was an idiot back then."
"Are you talking about your mother?" Mu Anxiao pierced Feng Qishi's innermost thoughts.
Feng Qishi sneered. "Mu the fool, your brain is working again."
"I think that in life, one shouldn't dwell on how much they've given, because if you were willing to do it back then, it means it was worthwhile in your heart. Like you, no matter how your mother treated you, I hope," Mu Anxiao walked to Feng Qishi's bedside, "that you leave with happiness, not pain."
Zhang Yan listened and started eating the apple.
"People who speak can always say beautiful things, but when it comes to doing them," Feng Qishi smiled, "it might not be the same."
"Think whatever you want," Mu Anxiao said, turning to look at Mother Feng, Feng Sen, and a young lady whom Mother Feng had persuaded to come in. She stepped back.
"Why are you here?" Mother Feng asked unpleasantly.
Mu Anxiao's mouth twisted, and she turned to Zhang Yan. "Grandpa, let's go."
"You are not allowed to leave," Feng Qishi suddenly commanded.