Yao Zhiyuan's ward has been isolated separately, and a temporary ICU sign has been added to the glass above the door.
The door was ajar and opened with a gentle push. This was a high-end ward with an elegant environment. There was a partition at the entrance to block the furnishings inside. After Zhu Caiying sent Yao Xiaojing in, she did not continue walking in. She patted her
The girl, who had become silent since learning about her father's condition, pressed the girl's shoulder with a little force, released it, and stepped back to leave.
There was no human voice in the room, but the beeping of the monitor could be heard from time to time, which made people's hearts beat faster and make them nervous.
Standing behind the screen, she took a breath and then walked gently into the ward.
The house is neat and clean...
On the multi-purpose hospital bed where Xiang Yang lay, her seriously ill father lay. The noise she made did not wake him up from his sleep. An intravenous drip was hung on the back of his hand, and he was still sleeping.
He lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and haggard, his thick black eyebrows tightly knitted together, as if he was having some terrible nightmare in his sleep... The years had carved heavy marks on his face, and his face was tightly closed.
His eyes also covered up the light of his confidence and wisdom. Lying in front of Yao Xiaojing was just an old man approaching his twilight years, suffering from illness.
In fact, in the past few years, due to changes in her family, she had never taken a good look at him. Staring at him with such wanton fear was an extravagant wish that she could not even imagine.
Blood is thicker than water, and we are the closest relatives. No one in this world may not love us, but the ones who love us the most must be our parents and family members.
The soft light shines on Yao Zhiyuan's face.
He looked much older, and the black hair on his temples that always stood straight in her memory had actually turned gray. She gently ran her fingers through the white hair on his temples, his frowning eyebrows, his high bridge of nose and his slightly pursed lips.
The corner of his lips. Finally, his fingers landed on his bronze palm.
This hand could lift her young and naughty self without any effort. This hand also carried her through the luxuriant summer nights, leaving behind eternal memories.
At that time, she was so happy. With a complete family, a heroic father and a gentle mother, she was the most proud and arrogant child king in the compound.
Every day when her madness reached the extreme, she would step on the largest stone platform in the yard and demonstrate to her subordinates: I am Yao Zhiyuan's daughter! I am the most powerful!
No one dared to argue, because no one could compare to her fighting spirit.
At that time, the person she called the most was daddy... daddy...
At that time, she was Yao Xiaojing who owned the whole world...
Tears filled her cheeks at some point, and when she was surprised to see tears falling on the back of her bronze hand, she jumped back in shock.
What is she doing, crying in vain?
Just as she was about to reach out to wipe away her tears, she suddenly heard a low and hoarse call: "Xiao Jing..."
Xiaojing...
Yao Xiaojing turned her back and burst into tears.
She didn't want Yao Zhiyuan to see her looking sad and embarrassed. It was entirely her daughter's responsibility to come to see him. He was sick, and she was his daughter.
"Xiaojing... why are you here! Who told you!" the voice behind her raised, revealing a deep surprise and a hint of unnoticeable nervousness.
After waiting for a while, Yao Xiaojing stopped the surging tears. She lowered her eyes and turned around, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible and said: "Stop worrying about other things, and pay more attention to your body!"
His lukewarm tone would have made my father furious already under normal circumstances.
But Yao Zhiyuan grinned happily, showing the happiest smile since he was hospitalized.
"Dad is fine...Dad saw Xiaojing and all his illnesses are gone..."
Yao Xiaojing quickly raised her eyes to look at him and said angrily: "Okay, don't get sick. Tell me it's a stomach problem... Stomach problem... But why is there something wrong with the lungs! And you...
"I heard from Aunt Zhu that there have been many strikes! What do you mean... you don't want me to stay in Changsha, do you?" As she spoke, she thought of Zhu Caiying briefly mentioning several thrilling rescue processes to her.
His eyes couldn't help but turn red again.
Yao Zhiyuan's grin widened, and he patted the place in front of the bed and said, "Look what you said! Dad misses you... but he is afraid that you won't come back, so he scares you by getting sick and tests you.
My daughter's sincerity... I'm scared... As expected, my daughter still cares about me! Come, sit next to dad... let me take a good look at my daughter!" He took a deep breath and moved his sore and weak body to try to hold on.
Get up and lean on the pillow.
Yao Xiaojing glanced at him fiercely, but still followed his words, sat beside his vacant bed, and helped him shake up the bed frame.
"Look...look! He's much stronger than you!" Like she did when she was a child, she faced her loving father and pulled up her hair and bangs to show Yao Zhiyuan.
Yao Zhiyuan looked left and right, but couldn't find enough. He felt that his daughter seemed to be much thinner than during the exercise, so he couldn't help but frowned and asked: "How much does she weigh now?"
Yao Xiaojing dodged her eyes and said according to the weight during the physical examination: "49 kilograms."
"It's not like that! Come, let dad's big hand weigh you." He stretched out his strong and strong arms, trying to measure the standard weight using the same game method he used with his daughter when she was young.
Yao Xiaojing reached out and patted his big palm hard, and said angrily: "How old do you think I am... and weighing me? I think you should weigh yourself first."
"Haha..." Yao Zhiyuan laughed heartily. He held his daughter's hand in his and said in a very pleased tone: "Xiao Jing... It's great to have you by my father's side!"
After hearing what he said, Yao Xiaojing's nose felt sore and she wanted to shed tears again. She responded vaguely and tilted her head pretending to look at an inconspicuous corner.
Seeing the deep sadness in her eyes, Yao Zhiyuan felt a pain in his heart. He was not secretly sad for his illness, but felt uneasy and anxious for the future life of his Xiaojing and his beloved wife Chi Yuyan.