Shen Qingqing didn't know when Madam Jiang would come to switch shifts.
The morning was busy, so the atmosphere wasn't as awkward.
In the afternoon, there was no need for rehabilitation. With just her and Jiang Zhixun in the ward, it felt uncomfortable.
Sitting on the stool, she didn't speak or do anything else. The air was extremely quiet.
Jiang Zhixun wanted to talk to Shen Qingqing but couldn't find a topic.
He had to find something to do.
"Ahem..."
He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Qingqing, I want to go to the bathroom."
Jiang Zhixun couldn't see, and needed someone to support him while he walked.
Fortunately, the ward had a private bathroom, which greatly facilitated his daily needs.
As the caregiver, Shen Qingqing had anticipated this situation.
She bent down, placed his slippers properly.
Instructed him to put them on himself.
Then extended her arm forward, "Hold on."
