The first month of the new year is almost over, and there is still a heavy snowfall in XX City.
Mr. Zhao stayed with his daughter for more than half a month, but had to rush back because of something at home.
Before leaving, he was extremely worried and wanted to take Qingqing back to his hometown.
But I also feel that what Mu Mu and the others say makes sense. The hospitals in my hometown's county are not as good as the hospitals in XX city in all aspects.
"Mu Mu, you must take good care of Qingqing for me. Come as soon as I finish my family affairs."
Xuehu, who was standing aside, rushed to answer, "Uncle, don't worry, I will take good care of Qingqing."
After a pause, he continued: "My mother is a military doctor. She heard about Qingqing's situation and has already arranged a time to come and take care of her personally."
When Mr. Zhao heard this, he snorted coldly, "I would be even more worried if you were here."
Xuehu became anxious, "Uncle, I am sincere to Qingqing. You can rest assured that you will never go wrong by leaving her to me."
We have been together for many days, why don’t my father-in-law still believe him?
Sure enough, fighting is easy, chasing women is difficult, and making the father-in-law happy is also difficult.
He has not succeeded in either of the two difficult tasks.
Why.
"Okay, wait until she wakes up and tell her you're sincere. There's no point in telling her."
Mr. Zhao told Mu Mu a few more words, then waved and left.
It was Friday night again. Xue Hu parked his car in the hospital's underground parking garage, got out of the car, wrapped himself in his coat and walked towards the elevator.
There's a traffic jam on the road and it's almost nine o'clock.
The military exercise just ended two years ago, and apart from training new recruits, there is nothing else to do in the army. He can come to the hospital every weekend to accompany Qingqing.
When he got out of the elevator, he felt excited. Every weekend, as soon as he got to this floor and stepped out of the elevator, he couldn't wait to rush to Qingqing's ward, wanting to see her as soon as possible.
After turning the corner and arriving at the ward where Qingqing was, he looked up and saw a tall figure standing at Qingqing's door. He was slightly startled.
Then... isn't he one of Luo Jian's guards?
Why is he here?
Oh no, my love rival is here.
Xuehu immediately quickened his pace again.
When he arrived at the door of Qingqing's ward, Luo Jian's security guard gave him a military salute.
Xuehu didn't have time to care about this now, so he pushed open the door of the ward and barged in.
When he entered the door, two eyes looked at him.
Two pairs of eyes, one is deep and bright, the other is clean and bright.
Xue Hu was so nervous just now that he was panting now.
Luo Jian put down the bowl in his hand and threw it in front of Qingqing to moisten his lips. He looked at Xuehu and asked in a calm tone: "Is there anyone chasing you behind?"
As he spoke, he turned around, stretched out his hand to tuck Qingqing's quilt, and gently scratched her plump face twice with his fingers.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but raise.
Silly girl, wake up quickly.
Seeing Luo Jian's actions, Xue Hu was very angry. He walked over and greeted Luo Jian in a master's tone, "Colonel Luo, why didn't you even make a call when you came? Please take care of me."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to the young man standing at the head of Qingqing's bed and asked curiously: "Who is this child?"
If you dare to answer that he is your long-lost illegitimate son, I will definitely give you a meeting gift immediately.
"Wang Yichen, I know you Qingqing." Luo Jian pointed to Wang Yichen and introduced Xuehu, then pointed to Xuehu and introduced Wang Yichen, "Chenchen, this is about Uncle Xia Youchuan."
Wang Yichen was not in a hurry to say hello to Xuehu. Instead, he glanced at him with a frown and asked Luo Jian, "Brother Luo Jian, who is he?"
Luo Jian smiled and replied: "Uncle Xia Youchuan."
Brother Luo Jian? Uncle Xia Youchuan?
Call him brother or uncle? Xue Hu was not convinced. He walked over and pointed at Zhao Qingqing lying on the bed and asked Wang Yichen, "Boy, what did you call her?"
