Momo's Gradual Change

C132. A Father Like This.

Chapter 132: A Father Like This

Wu Ting was gradually improving.

After yet another check-up, Dr. Zhao finally delivered the words they had all been waiting for, his face beaming. “Youth is on your side; you’re recovering excellently. As long as nothing unexpected arises, you’ll be able to stand again.”

Grandma Wu clamped a hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. Wu Ting’s eyes also brimmed with tears, but she managed to keep them from falling.

These past days, no matter how unbearable the pain, no matter how much she suffered—even when the pain brought beads of sweat to her brow—she never let out a single complaint. She was driven by a single thought: she had to stand again.

She would stand again.

If she couldn’t stand, how could she care for her grandmother?

If she couldn’t stand, how could she ever repay Yimo’s kindness?

Song Yimo had saved her life. She could only repay such kindness by standing on her own two feet.

Watching the pair, who were too overjoyed to think of anything else, Song Yimo asked on Wu Ting’s behalf, “Dr. Zhao, is there anything Wu Ting should avoid? Any dietary restrictions?”

“For now, she needs to stay in bed as much as possible. Even after discharge, she can’t overexert herself, particularly avoiding strain on her shoulders. Good, consistent rest is essential. For the first year, she absolutely shouldn’t lift anything heavy, and she should avoid spicy or stimulating foods. Other than that, she should be fine.”

“Dr. Zhao, what exactly do you mean by heavy?” Song Yimo pressed for clarity.

Dr. Zhao didn’t mind explaining further. “Let’s say, for example, carrying water. Not a whole bucket—not even half. If she can avoid putting any strain on herself, she should.”

“Dr. Zhao, I have another question,” Song Yimo asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Will Wu Ting need physical therapy after surgery? And when should that start?”

“If she continues to recover well, she can begin a month after being discharged. It’ll depend on her progress—if she’s healing well, she may only need a few sessions. But above all, she must avoid fatigue; adequate rest is key.”

“Note it. Thank you, Dr. Zhao.”

Dr. Zhao nodded with a warm smile, glancing at his watch. “I have another surgery shortly. If you have any further questions, you can reach out to Dr. Chen.”

Song Yimo stepped aside to let him leave, and as he walked out of the room, she turned to Wu Ting, her face visibly relaxed. “Now can you rest easy?”

“I wasn’t worried to begin with. I knew I’d stand again if I had to crawl to do it.”

Song Yimo didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled out her laptop, preparing to get some writing done. But just then, the door creaked open, and a head poked in, bringing an instant scowl to Wu Ting’s face. She turned to her visibly pleased grandmother. “Grandma, did you tell them the address?”

Grandma Wu attempted to smooth things over. “We’re family. What’s a little quarrel? You can’t hold grudges forever—it’s all in the past now, dear, all in the past.”

Wu Ting gave a cold smile, saying nothing in response.

Through the door came two adults and a child, looking every bit like a family of three.

Song Yimo recognized the man at the front—he was Wu Ting’s father.

Politely, though not warmly, she greeted him as “Uncle Wu,” then stood up, ready to leave for the day. Matters of the Wu family should stay with the Wu family, and she was an outsider here.