For the first time, Song Qiao knew what it meant to dig a hole and jump by yourself. She was silent for a moment and decided to ignore the topic, "Okay, let's eat quickly, Qiqi is still waiting for us to go back."
Gu Jingting laughed and let her be a coward.
After they finished eating, they packed midnight snacks for Mrs. An and continued to stroll back along the way they came.
Back at the hospital, Qiqi was sleeping soundly. Aunt An was waiting at the bedside. When she heard the noise, she immediately turned around vigilantly and found out it was Song Qiao and the others, so she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She stood up and came towards them, "The doctor just came to check Qiqi's physical condition and said that she is slightly better than before and can prepare for surgery the day after tomorrow."
Song Qiao was overjoyed and looked at Gu Jingting, "Great, will you have any problems then?"
Gu Jingting shook his head, "No."
"Then I'll trouble you this time." After Song Qiao finished speaking, she paused for a moment. Compared to what Gu Jingting had done for her, this sentence was really insignificant.
All she could do was to try her best to meet his conditions and requirements afterwards.
Gu Jingting understood what she didn't say, his eyes softened, his expression softened, and he responded calmly, "It's okay."
Mrs. An was visibly overjoyed, "Oh, that's great. There is finally hope for Qiqi's illness. Let's go to bed early today."
Gu Jingting was injured, and Song Qiao also opened a ward for him, which happened to be next door. It was more convenient for him to go back and rest.
"Okay." Gu Jingting did not refuse.
After he left, Song Qiao asked An's wife to go and rest quickly. She rarely had time and wanted to take care of Qiqi herself for one night.
"Ms. Song, you are usually very tired when filming. It's rare that you have time, so you should rest early." Aunt An declined, "I'm used to it, it's no problem."
Song Qiao still wanted to persuade her, but couldn't stand Mrs. An's firm attitude, so she directly pushed her down on the accompanying bed next to her, "Don't argue with me. When Qiqi goes back for surgery, there are still places where you need to be busy.
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"You've been tired all day. Let's take a rest."
Song Qiao wanted to get up, but Aunt An was too strong and pressed her firmly to the bedside. Xiaotang ran over, grabbed her hand, and said seriously, "Mommy, have a good rest. Grandma An and I are here."
"You are a kid." Aunt An patted his head and said, "The adults are still here. If I need your help, you should go wash up and go to bed."
"But……"
"No but, I get so much salary every month, why don't I just wait and play if I don't work?"
Aunt An was so resolute that she directly cut off Song Qiao's chance to talk to Xiaotang?
The two of them had no choice but to wash up and go to bed first.
Although Xiaotang was caught off guard, when he lay down next to Song Qiao, his eyes inevitably lit up. He leaned into Song Qiao's arms and said, "Mommy is mine today."
Song Qiao was so funny that she stretched out her hand and patted his back gently, "Go to sleep."
Xiaotang originally wanted Mommy to tell a story, but Qiqi needed to recharge her batteries now, so he had no choice but to give up his thoughts and bury his head in Song Qiao's arms.
Mrs. An also sat on the sofa next to her, took out the wool she brought and started to pass the time.
The ward gradually became quiet, with only the occasional sound of ropes pulling. The small hall soon fell asleep. Song Qiao lay down for a while, and began to feel sleepy due to the excessive exertion of energy during the day.
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The ward next door.
Gu Jingting sat in front of the window. The person behind him lowered his head with a respectful attitude. He asked doubtfully, "Mr. Gu, you helped Miss Song a lot this time. Why don't you take the opportunity to get that thing back from her?"
The favor of saving her life was exchanged for Song Qiao to return something that did not belong to her in the first place. She would not be at a loss no matter what, and there was no reason to refuse.
Gu Jingting glanced sideways slightly and said in a nonchalant tone, "When do I need your guidance when I'm doing something?"
Xiang Chen lowered his head, "I don't dare."
It seemed that Mr. Gu had never thought about this matter at all. He realized this and was wise enough not to mention it again, and turned to talk about other serious matters, "There is another question. The board of directors feels that you don't appear often in recent times.
The company, suspected of slacking off, lodged a protest.”
The most important thing is that if Gu Jingting donates bone marrow to that little girl, he will definitely have to recuperate in the hospital for a period of time, and the board of directors may not be able to suppress him.
"It seems that there are too many good days and I feel too leisurely." Gu Jingting said casually, "In that case, you take people to greet them and find something for them to do."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the hospital bed, "In the recent period, all matters in the company have been left to you to handle. If there are any difficult decisions, keep them for now. You can take care of the rest."
Xiang Chen responded and looked up to find that Gu Jingting was already lying on the hospital bed. He was stunned, "Mr. Gu, you, what are you..."
Do you really want to take a break and start being a patient?
Gu Jingting glanced at him and asked with real pressure, "Why, no?"
"No." Xiang Chen shook his head. He just finished reporting all the important things, so he just packed up his things and left.
Gu Jingting lay back on the bedside and picked up his phone. There was a message from Song Qiao inside, "Go to bed early and good night."
The corners of his eyes and eyebrows softened, and he typed a reply, "Yeah."
I sent the message, but there was no response for a long time. Most likely the person over there had fallen asleep.
Gu Jingting let out a soft "tsk", turned off the light and closed his eyes.
The next day, there were various physical examinations on Qiqi and Gu Jingting. Song Qiao stayed with them throughout the whole process. Listening to the doctor's instructions, he was so busy that he felt dizzy. Fortunately, the final results were all good.
After reading the results, Dr. Charles said that there would be no problem in performing the surgery the next day and that he would find ways to minimize the risk. After hearing this, Song Qiao felt more relaxed and thanked him repeatedly.
"This is what I should do." Charles shook his head, stood up and said with a smile, as if thinking of something, "If you really want to thank me, I think you should go and thank Mr. Gu. After all, he invited me here."
Song Qiao was startled after hearing this, and looked at the people around him out of the corner of his eye inexplicably.
He must have heard what he just said, but he didn't have any superfluous reaction. He stood quietly as if he was a bystander. This indifferent reaction made Song Qiao feel inexplicably complicated.
"Okay, I will find a chance to thank you." Song Qiao agreed.
After communicating with Charles, Song Qiao took Qiqi and left the office.
Qiqi raised her head expectantly, looked at Song Qiao and asked, "Mommy, after the operation, can I be like my brother and go anywhere?"
"certainly."
"Then I want to go on a roller coaster, eat ice cream, and eat hot pot."
Qiqi's little mouth crackled, pouring out all the thoughts that she had hidden in her heart for a long time. She would realize them one by one soon. By then, she would no longer have to lie on the hospital bed and watch her brother play with envy.
