Sensing Linda's anger, Hans spoke up, "Is Herbert very angry, refusing to forgive you? It's all my fault, I'll go explain to him right away, don't let him misunderstand you because of me."
Hans hurried to get out of bed, but Linda immediately stopped him. "Why care about him? What you need to do now is focus on recovering."
"That way, when you're discharged, Mom and Dad will be happy to hear the good news. As for Herbert, he won't die, he's already been discharged," she said.
Linda recalled how I had desperately begged her before the surgery and she still felt upset.
She couldn't understand why I, as his relative, could be so heartless toward my brother. Seeing Hans always thought of me, she felt even more that I wasn't as good as him.
She thought that since I was so stubborn and insisted on leaving, I could just calm down on my own. When Hans was discharged, it wouldn't be too late to call me back.
In the doctors' office, the colleagues were laughing and chatting. When they saw Linda walk in, they all immediately went quiet.
Linda felt something strange. "What were you talking about just now?"
No one answered.