At this time, the old lady of Nangong wanted to ask who Mu Beiwan's parents were, but she was afraid that she would be surprised. Moreover, she was also worried, afraid that she was mistaken.

After all, in this world, there are many people who look alike. Therefore, before she found out whether Mu Beiwan was the person she was looking for, she didn't dare to rashly reveal her identity, for fear of scaring Mu Beiwan.

Moreover, she is also afraid that she will make a mistake, and it will not end well.

So, with this contradictory and excited mood, the old lady of Nangong secretly looked at Mu Beiwan all the way, until she arrived at the hospital and entered her wife's ward, and then she took her eyes back.

Mu Beiwan followed into the ward and saw an old man lying on the hospital bed, asleep with his eyes closed. However, the old man was very thin, his cheekbones protruded high, and it was evident that the old man was suffering from illness.

Seeing the old man, Mu Beiwan couldn't help but feel distressed. She reached out and touched the location of her heart, guessing a little more about the old man on the hospital bed.

She knew that the old man in front of her should have something to do with her, otherwise how could she feel distressed for no reason.

Without waiting for others to speak, Mu Bei took the old man's pulse before night. Old Madam Nangong looked at it, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She stood aside, looking at Mu Beiwan seriously, and the more she looked at her side face, the more she felt like her daughter.

She just stood like that, and didn't open her mouth to disturb Mu Beiwan. Zheng Yuan saw that the old lady had been standing, moved a chair over, and said, "Old lady, sit down!" ”

"Thank you!" Old Madam Nangong thanked Zheng Yuan and sat down on the chair. It's just that her gaze still fell on Mu Beiwan's body without blinking.

After taking the pulse for a while, Mu Beiwan knew what kind of disease the old man had. So, she withdrew her hand and turned her head to meet the somewhat excited gaze of the old lady of Shangnangong.

After meeting the old lady's gaze, Mu Beiwan was slightly stunned, and shouted softly: "Old lady? ”

Old Madam Nangong came back to her senses, and looked at Mu Beiwan, her eyes instantly became loving. That gaze Mu Beiwan saw it in Grandma Mu's eyes, so her heart also warmed up. She raised a smile and said, "Old lady, don't worry too much, the old man's illness is a worrying illness, I will give him an injection in a while, and then prescribe a side medicine to eat, and there will be no big problem in recuperation." ”

"Thank you, little girl!" Old Madam Nangong's face also showed a smile. In fact, she knows why her wife is sick, one is to blame herself, and the other is to worry.

"You're welcome, old lady. My surname is Mu, my name is Beiwan, you can call me Wanwan, everyone in my family calls me that. ”

"Mu Beiwan?" Old Madam Nangong silently read a sentence in her mouth, feeling a little disappointed in her heart. Although the name is similar, the surname is different. She remembered that her son-in-law should be surnamed Murong.

If the little girl in front of her is Xue'er's child, she should be called Murong Beiwan.

Mu Beiwan didn't miss the look of disappointment in the old lady's eyes, although she was puzzled, she didn't ask more. She glanced up at the old man, who was still asleep, and turned to open her medicine box.

After she took out the golden needle, she said to the old lady: "Old lady, I will give the old gentleman the needle now, do you wake him up first?" ”

The old lady looked at the needle in Mu Beiwan's hand, and then gently shook the old man on the bed, "Zhong Xian, wake up!" ”