It was just after eleven in the morning when Zhang Hong, dressed in a white lab coat, came into the hospital room.

“Grandpa Zhang!”

“Grandpa Zhang!”

Da Bao and Xiao Bao were sitting with their grandma, reading picture books.

When they looked up and saw the familiar doctor grandpa, they both smiled brightly and greeted him in their soft, childish voices.

“Good, good! Da Bao, Xiao Bao, Grandpa Zhang came to check on you. Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Zhang Hong had no resistance when it came to these two adorable little ones.

His own grandchildren weren’t around, and he lived at home with only his wife.

So he had a special fondness for these two of Xiao Ru’s. Even his tone softened naturally when he spoke.

“Not uncomfortable anymore.”

“We’re all better, Grandpa.”

The two little ones shook their cute little heads with bright smiles, responding sweetly to the doctor.

They weren’t just trying to avoid medicine or injections—they truly felt better now, not uncomfortable at all.

“Great, great. That’s good. When you go home, rest well and sleep more. Don’t be picky with food. Wear enough clothes, keep your socks on. If you’re cold or hungry, tell your grandparents or parents, okay?”

While giving his instructions, Zhang Hong reached out and gently touched their smooth little foreheads, then listened to their hearts and lungs, nodding in satisfaction.

“We know.”

“We’ll behave.”

The two children nodded seriously, cooperative and obedient, not the least bit afraid or noisy.

This made Zhang Hong like them even more—he almost wished he had such adorable grandchildren himself.

He reached into his pockets but found only cotton swabs and a handkerchief—nothing good to give them.

“Good kids.”

He felt a little embarrassed, disappointed he had nothing nice for them.

Qiao Jiuru also looked at her sweet, smart grandsons and thought about how, in their past life, they had gotten sick and died so young.

When they passed, they were small and thin, lacking food and warm clothes, not even having had a full meal.

Her eyes reddened uncontrollably, and her heart ached like it was being crushed—so much so that she could barely breathe.

“Xiao Ru? Xiao Ru, what’s wrong?! Are you feeling unwell?!”

Zhang Hong had just turned to talk to Qiao Jiuru about some news he’d received when he noticed her pale face and silent tears.

He was immediately alarmed.

Qiao Jiuru waved her hand, trying to say she was fine, but the pain was so intense she could only sob without being able to speak.

Da Bao and Xiao Bao saw their beloved grandma crying and were frightened.

Their little mouths trembled as they crawled over to her, clutching her tightly with their tiny hands.

The sight didn’t just upset Zhang Hong; even Qiao Jiuru, who was momentarily consumed by painful memories, was instantly brought back to reality by their crying.

“Da Bao, Xiao Bao, don’t cry. It’s Grandma’s fault. Grandma won’t cry anymore, so you two don’t cry either.”

She quickly wiped the tears off her face and hurried to comfort the children.

Thankfully, once she stopped crying, they did too.

“Xiao Ru, what happened? No matter what, you still have us.”

Seeing the situation calm down, Zhang Hong breathed a sigh of relief and firmly decided he’d visit the Su family that evening.

“Brother Zhang, I’m fine.”

This wasn’t the right place to talk, so Qiao Jiuru shook her head slightly and glanced at the door as she spoke.

Zhang Hong understood immediately.

“Xiao Ru, Xiao Feng’s placement has been arranged. There are two options—one is a nearby team in Yi Province, the other is on an island. Once he decides, he can leave at any time.”

His old friends had been helpful.

Not long after he made some calls, they got back to him.

As soon as they heard it was for arranging a hospital posting for Su Feng, they quickly provided two options in under two hours.

So he came personally to deliver the good news to Qiao Jiuru.

“Brother Zhang, let Xiao Feng go to the island. The environment is simpler there and farther from the mainland. That way, my husband and I won’t have to worry.”

Without hesitation, Qiao Jiuru chose the island for her younger son. Without any major reason, it would be difficult to leave the island, which made it safer. And while resources there were scarce, seafood was plentiful—they wouldn’t go hungry.

Zhang Hong immediately understood.

This was to prevent Xiao Feng from coming back to look for them once he learned something had happened, effectively restricting his movements and keeping him safe.

So, someone really was targeting the Su family.

“I’ll call them in a bit and tell them to issue the appointment notice right away so Xiao Feng can report as soon as possible.”

Zhang Hong had always been efficient.

Once he understood the situation, he acted quickly—he couldn’t wait to get Su Feng to safety.

“Okay. Thank you, Brother Zhang.”

In front of Zhang Hong, Qiao Jiuru finally showed a clear sign of relief. Her body relaxed, too.

“It’s no trouble.”

Zhang Hong waved his hand.

Time was of the essence.

He needed to return to his office and push those old friends to issue the letter.