He broke down in tears, bursting into tears, and was heartbroken. A man who sheds tears does not shed tears lightly, just because it is not the time to be sad.
Leng Zongkai's heart ached and he patted his back to comfort him. "Don't be like this. Just let your mommy go and rest assured. Daddy will take care of you in the future."
On the other side, the door to the ward opened, and several doctors in white coats walked out, all of them authoritative figures in the medical field.
Leng's mother was shocked and rushed forward, "Doctor, how is my son?"
Qingting held his breath, and his nervous palms were covered in cold sweat.
The leading doctor had a serious expression, "Young Master Rui has a severe concussion and there is blood congestion on the back of his head. He needs to stay in the hospital for careful observation..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng's mother couldn't wait to interrupt him.
"Is it life-threatening?"
It sounds terrible. Why is my son so unlucky?
Qingting's face turned pale, his heartbeat was beating fast, and he was a little out of breath.
A smile appeared on the doctor's face, "Ji Ren has his own destiny. There is no danger to his life. The congestion will slowly dissipate over time. Madam Leng, don't worry, you will get better soon."
Everyone heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Leng's mother beat her chest excitedly, terrified.
Qingting's eyes were hot, his feet were weak, and he almost fell down. Great, it's okay. He is alive and well. Is there any better news than this?
She pushed the door open uneasily and saw Leng Qirui lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his head wrapped in white gauze, with faint blood oozing out.
Her trembling hands gently touched his face, tears filled her eyes, and she felt a sense of joy that she had regained something.
She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the gauze. Two hot tears rolled down her forehead, leaving a pool of water stains.
Leng's mother, who was standing at the door, looked at this scene with a complicated expression, her brows furrowed, and she was extremely confused.
Qingting knew nothing about this and was focused on Leng Qirui. Seeing that it was very late, she persuaded Leng's mother to go home and rest. She stayed in the hospital quietly all night, refusing to leave despite any words.
Only by his side can she feel at ease.
The slender jade hand always held his big hand tightly and wouldn't let go for a moment.
Looking at the handsome face on the hospital bed, she stayed up all night, looking at it dreamily, with countless thoughts running through her mind.
A ray of morning light brightened the sky, and the sky lit up little by little. The bright light penetrated through the curtains, bringing warmth to the room.
It’s another new day, hope is in the world!
The person on the bed opened his eyes quietly and showed a faint smile, "Tingting."
Although the voice was weak, it was full of vitality. It was like the summer sunshine shining into Qingting's dark heart. He couldn't help but feel shaken and cried with joy. "You're finally awake. It's great. It scared me."
"Fool, wherever you are, I will be there, always with you."
Ever since Leng Qirui woke up, Qingting has been by his side, doing everything with ease, serving tea and water, and taking care of patients.
As for the patient, he pestered her all day long and wouldn't let her leave his sight. He was very clingy.
Maybe he was frightened, or maybe he was scared.
After several days of observation, he finally couldn't bear the disinfectant smell of the hospital and rushed out of the hospital.
Qingting was busy following him, satisfying his various requests, and was really enjoying it.
Being able to stay with each other like this is a blessing in itself.
Leng Qirui had a video conference to hold, and Qingting was busy in the kitchen, carefully making old hen ginseng soup.