After he had arranged the children's affairs, he could stay with her in the hospital with peace of mind. In the evening, her mother Cheng Zhimin happened to send a video message, wanting to meet the children. She was surprised to see that his background was in the hospital.
: "Why are you in the hospital? What happened?"
"It's okay, Tinglan fell down." Afraid of disturbing her, he deliberately stood by the window and whispered.
"Ah, what about the children when you are in the hospital?" Cheng Zhimin's first subconscious reaction was to care about whether there was someone to pick up and take care of the children.
Zhuo Yu'an couldn't help but feel helpless, and emphasized: "Mom, Tinglan is in the hospital, shouldn't you care about her condition first?"
Cheng Zhimin was stunned. Although the truth was true, his feelings were biased. His first subconscious reaction was that his grandchildren had no one to take care of him and he couldn't wrong them.
"I'm sorry, did Tinglan fall seriously?" It's not that he really doesn't care at all, but there is a sequence.
Zhuo Yuan was a little annoyed by the false greetings, even from his own mother. Looking at Tinglan who was still sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, his heart ached.
She has no parents and no other relatives at home. She seems to be isolated in this world without a place to come. Although she has never said a word of self-pity about this, he knows that she longs for this family affection in her heart. A
No matter how a person grows up and matures, there is always a piece of his heart left for his parents. Even if he has a weak relationship with his parents, it is difficult to be truly unfeeling.
So when he heard his mother's indifference to Tinglan, he felt even more sorry for her. He hung up the phone and wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to tell her that with him and children in the future, her life was already blossoming and bearing fruit.
Fan Yemao was no longer alone. But he was afraid of waking her up, so he had to continue to sit gently holding her hand.
In the middle of the night, after she finished the infusion, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep beside her hospital bed.
Shu Tinglan slept particularly well that night. Although when she woke up, she was still a little dizzy when she moved a little, but she felt nothing as long as she kept her posture still. She no longer felt like vomiting, and there was only a dull pain in the lump on her forehead.
My whole person feels much better.
Zhuo Yu'an woke up at the same time as her, looked at her without saying a word, and silently observed her reaction. Seeing that she no longer had any pain on her face, he relaxed a little after being hung up all night.
"I'm making you worried." Shu Tinglan remembered that when he was at the law firm, his face when he came over was probably frightened.
Zhuo Yu'an replied coldly: "I didn't expect that the legal industry is also a high-risk industry now. Shu Tinglan, if there are any dangers in the future, please tell me all at once so that I can be mentally prepared, otherwise I will be scared to death by you sooner or later."
"I haven't encountered it yet, how do I know? But which industry is not at high risk? You programmers are still at risk of sudden death, right?"
"He's still talking back. It seems he didn't damage his brain." Zhuo Yu'an teased.
"My head still hurts." Her posture was very stiff, as if her neck was stiff. She was motionless. Only her clear eyes were moving with Zhuo Yu'an.
Zhuo Yuan is both distressed and funny
: "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
She wanted to shake her head and say she wasn't thirsty, but when she shook her head a little, she felt dizzy again, so she had to continue to maintain a stiff posture.
"Feed me." She said coquettishly, but there was no one in the ward anyway.