No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Susie nodded with a smile, "Yeah, I'm all good now, healthy. I want to live a normal life, catch up on everything I missed." Seeing Susie like this was truly heartwarming.

"Great, I support you," I agreed, but still cautiously asked, "Can you understand all these? If not, we can get you a tutor."

"Of course," Susie chuckled, "Felicia, I feel like I got smarter after the heart transplant. I understand all these things at a glance." I paused for a moment. She rested her on her chest, asking "Felicia, do you think the original owner of this heart was a genius?"

"What are you talking about? Geniuses use their brains, not their hearts," I dismissed her idea.

But deep down, I had felt the same way too.

Still, I didn't want Susie to dwell on such thoughts, to avoid any unnecessary worries.

"You were always smart, your brother said so," I corrected her again.

Susie laughed, "Felicia, I really want to go to college. I want to experience school life."

"Sure!" I showed my support and flipped through the books she was reading. Many pages were marked with notes, and it was clear that these were second-hand books.

Curious, I asked, "Who got you these books? Your brother?"

"No, a friend," Susie said, her gaze slightly evasive.

Sensing something was off, given her innocence, I feared she might have been deceived, so I teased with a smile, "Wow, making friends even while hospitalized? And a positive influence at that, not bad."

"Not really a friend," Susie appeared a bit shy.

I pretended to be confused, "You've lost me."

"It was someone visiting another patient, got lost in their book and ended up in my room by mistake. Scared me at first; I thought it was a burglar. He mentioned he was studying for his PhD..."

Once Susie finished her story, I understood it was a serendipitous meeting.

Although the story seemed harmless, I still thought it was best to be cautious.

So, I indirectly said, "Sounds like a good person to know. I'd like to meet this ambitious scholar myself. Which ward is his family in? We should thank him properly, maybe invite him over for dinner or O something."

"I didn't ask," Susie replied instantly, "Felicia, I've already thanked him. Dinner is too cliché, let's not."

She didn't even ask which ward he was from, what else could I say?

I flipped through the book again, admiring the neat handwriting on the notes, thinking that a person's handwriting often reflects their character. This person must be decent, with no ill intentions.

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"No," Susie replied, wrinkling her nose, "Felicia, did you bring me anything tasty?"

Ernest hadn't contacted Susie either?!

I was momentarily lost in thought, "It's baked pear."

"Baked pear?" Susie seemed unfamiliar with it.

"It's delicious," I said as I unwrapped the baked pear Ivan gave me and placed it in front of Susie.

She licked her lips and took a sip of the pear juice first, "Wow, it's so sweet."

"Go on, it's good for your throat," I watched her, zoning out.

"Felicia?" Susie waved her hand in front of my eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Felicia, are you sure you and my brother didn't have a fight? You seem so distracted," Susie had a keen sense of noticing the odd. "No fight, don't worry about..." Before I could finish, there was a knock on the door.

As Susie said, "Come in," the door opened.

The person who walked in left me utterly stunned.