Part 3The Star that Blooms in Darkness

The next day, after rehab, Mom was about to leave with me.

Dr. Zhao, passing by the door, suddenly stopped her. "We are short of a temporary logistics staff here. Not much work, paid, handle it after work. If you are willing..."

"I am willing!"

On the way back, Mom smiled.

"Our Holly is a little lucky star. Even heaven is protecting you."

"My little baby will definitely get better."

From that day on, Mom went to the rehab room whenever she was free.

Dr. Zhao, seeing this, deliberately lingered around her, teaching her hand by hand.

Thanks to the rehab subsidy, our lives became much better.

Mom finally didn't have to rely on colleagues' handouts to get enough to eat.

In the rehab room, children cried inside, and parents cried outside.

Only my mom was different; she could accompany me inside.

Mom coaxed me, "Holly, let's play a game here."

But the game wasn't fun at all. It was painful and tiring, often leaving me sweating all over.

I was young and didn't know how to refuse.

I just started trembling every time I saw the door of the rehab department.

Whenever this happened, Mom's eyes were bright, saying Holly wasn't afraid, but her body trembled even more than mine.

Finally, one day, Dr. Zhao told her, "You know everything for this stage. You can do it at home from now on."

Mom and I both breathed a sigh of relief.

The corners of Dr. Zhao's mouth turned up slightly. "I will regularly check the inpatient building."

Mom and I froze simultaneously.

Dr. Zhao tucked her hair behind her ear, turned, and left, hiding her merit and fame.