Due to the sudden incident, Jiang Zimo had no time to say anything to Bai Yanbing, so he rushed to the hospital to meet Murong Qingyi. After a short discussion, the two immediately flew back.
On a chartered flight, the only passengers were two young lovers.
Jiang Zimo's mental state has not been very good. She seldom speaks and her eyes are confused and sad.
Just before the plane took off, Murong Qingzhen was still hurriedly making phone calls. In just over half an hour, he not only properly solved the problem of the chartered flight, but also commanded the best doctors and experts in the city through remote control.
They all rushed to the villa in the south of the city.
Jiang's father suffered a sudden stroke. This kind of disease is not suitable for movement. Moreover, the ward in the villa in the south of the city has good ward conditions, and the required medical equipment can also be rented from the hospital.
Jiang Zimo just stared at his every move and did not express his opinions or views.
It wasn't until the flight attendant came up to remind the two of them to turn off their communication devices that Murong Qingzhen stepped forward and gently held her shoulders, with a soothing and doting tone: "Don't worry, your dad will be fine. I have made appropriate arrangements."
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Finally, she lost her strength and leaned against him, closing her eyes and looking very fragile. In fact, she had never been used to being vulnerable in front of others. She always told herself to be strong, but now, she could no longer pretend.
"Qingzhen, I'm so scared, I'm so scared!"
Afraid of losing, even though that family love has always been the deepest pain in her heart and always made her sneer.
It turned out that her uneasiness today was not unreasonable, she had already felt it. Yes, she obviously had the feeling that something was wrong, but she didn't expect it to be him...
What position does her father place in her heart?
"You don't have to be afraid, I have everything." Murong Qingzhen took a deep breath and pulled her into his arms. Breathing in the fragrance of her body, he gently stroked her long hair and whispered.
He knew that no matter how dissatisfied she was with her father in front of others, she was still an ordinary daughter. No matter how strong she seemed, she still cared about her father.
"Be strong. Your father is not a weak person. You have to believe that he will be able to overcome this difficulty."
"I don't want anything to happen to him, I don't want anything to happen to him... Qingzhen, can you promise that nothing will happen to him?" She turned around and buried her crying face into his chest.
"I promise." Murong Qingzhen's words unconsciously carried a strong male perseverance. He hugged her tightly to give her warmth and strength.
However, even if she was held in a warm embrace, she could not resist the cold chill of fear in her heart. It was not until this moment that she had to admit that she had completely lost the cold war between father and daughter that had lasted for more than ten years.
Already.
The moment she heard that he had suffered a stroke and was in coma, she almost collapsed.
What would she do? What if he never woke up, or... what if that was the case?
Involuntarily, she grasped the clothes on Murong Qingzhen's chest tightly. She shook her head and sobbed: "Brother Qingzhen...".
All the worries and doubts that Murong Qingzhen had before were temporarily melted into her soft and thin words of "Brother Qingzhen" that made her want to cry. Her bright eyes were full of tears, and her pitiful helplessness aroused a wave of heartache in him.
In his heart, he hugged her trembling body tighter.
Thank you to those who support me. Thank you for your support, which allows me to ignore those who say weird things. I love you...