In the golden autumn season, when the oranges ripened, Pang Feng's courtyard bustled with joy, as Jiang Daquan and his wife Sun Aifang were in great spirits.
A week had passed, and after a week of meticulous treatment from Pang Feng, Jiang Daquan's complexion had changed drastically. He looked almost indistinguishable from a healthy person. He had just visited the county hospital, and medical examinations showed that all his vital signs were strongly recovering.
Sun Aifang's face was full of shame as she said, "Little Pang, I owe you an apology. You are our principal's lifesaver. If not for you, he really wouldn't have made it through this ordeal. Without him, I would have had no life left to live. And yet, despite all you've done for us, I still didn't believe in you that day. I'm so ashamed..."