"It's better for the doctor to go in and take a look first."
Wang Rui spoke at the right time.
The doctor nodded and pushed the door in. Soon they heard the doctor's voice.
"Hey, you're awake."
When people outside heard those words, they all looked in from the door, but Fu Yanye's tall body stood there frozen and still.
"It's okay, just take care of yourself and you'll be fine. You have to adjust your mood as well."
The doctor asked her several things before bed and then gave her instructions.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Zhuo Jian's voice was still hoarse.
"I see that your husband is very worried about you. He has been watching you outside and never left."
The doctor said again.
Zhuo Jian stopped talking. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't smile, so he gave up.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, and Chang Xia and the others didn't dare to go in, so they could only watch from the outside.
Zhuo Jian looked outside and saw Chang Xia wiping her tears and called her: "Xia Xia?"
Her voice was very soft, but Chang Xia still heard it. She leaned forward excitedly and wanted to go in, but was afraid that Fu Yanye would disagree, so she subconsciously turned to look at him to ask for his opinion.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but he didn't stop him either.
"Go quickly."
Yuan Man urged in a low voice.
Chang Xia immediately ran in, squatted beside her bed and cried: "Madam, you finally woke up."
"Where's Cheng Li Cheng Qing?"
Zhuo Jian raised his hand and slowly wiped her tears, and asked her in a pale voice.
"Both young masters are safe and sound. They are being taken care of in the old house together with young master Chengcheng."
She was unconscious for a long time, and then she became like this.
She couldn't feel at ease.
Chengli Chengqing was also sent to the old house.
She knew the tempers of the elders in the old house.
They would never let her take the child away.
What should she do?
Wang Rui's cell phone rang outside. After answering it, Wang Rui looked at Fu Yanye and whispered, "Mr. Sheng is breaking in downstairs."
"Go tell him that Zhuo Jian is fine."
Fu Yanye listened, said lightly, then turned around and entered the house.
The sky was dark and the ward seemed a bit cold.
He walked in.
Zhuo Jian saw the black fabric of his suit out of the corner of her eye and knew it was him. She turned her face away and lowered her eyes.
Chang Xia gently closed the door when she went out.
There were only two of them left in the room, and it was so quiet that it felt depressing.
One doesn't want to see each other in the hospital bed.
One stopped at the door.
The distance between them was just a few minutes away.
However, someone always has to take the first step.
He knew that this time, he had to go first.
Scenes from the past come to mind, and her gentle smile can make people feel enlightened and reborn after death.
He walked to her bedside and stopped, his hands hanging down, clasping them silently.
I wanted to speak, but I didn't know where to start.
He didn't raise his eyes. After realizing that she didn't want to see him again, he silently walked to the window with his long legs.
Only then did I realize that it was raining lightly outside.
He looked at the thin raindrops, and he didn't know when someone opened a hole in his chest. The blood was cold and slowly flowing out.
Zhuo Jian turned sideways, always avoiding him.
He turned to look at her solemnly, but it only made the room more depressing.
The atmosphere in the ward seems to be like this.
The rain outside gradually became heavier, his dark eyes sharpened, and the next moment he turned around and walked out.