Song Xiang had a high fever and suffered from recurring nightmares. Several times he opened his eyes and saw Yan Han standing guard by his bedside.
He stared at her closely, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Yan Han had already forgotten time and space. When he heard her ask, he raised his head and looked at the clock, "It's eight o'clock."
"How's it going over there, Brother Shiheng?"
"The situation is very stable." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang nodded, with a weak expression, and held his hand, "Where is the baby? How is the baby?"
Yan Han closed his eyes, leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, "It's okay, it's okay."
He pressed his forehead against hers and spoke with difficulty, "Don't worry about anything else and just relax, okay?"
Her temperature has been rising. If it goes up any higher, she will need to take medicine.
Song Xiang held his hand and choked: "I won't take medicine. You ask the doctor to insist on physical cooling."
Yan Han's throat was dry, he was angry, he didn't know how angry she was, but he felt even more distressed, so he could only suppress his emotions to coax her.
"I promise to protect the baby without hurting you."
Song Xiang was thoughtful and aware of the meaning behind his words. She subconsciously touched her belly and nodded blankly.
Yan Han said again: "Be calm. Your high fever is related to your mood. The doctor said it was caused by sudden fear."
She saw with her own eyes the blood on Gong Shiheng's face, and she once suspected that Gong Shiheng would not be able to get out of the operating room. It was impossible that his body was not responding after suffering all afternoon.
Song Xiang curled up and nodded, "Okay..."
"Don't tell dad yet," she added.
Yan Han said: "Don't worry, he doesn't know yet. Uncle Zhe has warned everyone in the Rong family."
Song Xiang was relieved now. She was really uncomfortable. She had to get closer to him and absorb his breath before she could force herself to sleep.
Yan Han held her in his arms, including the quilt, and patted her gently, "Be good, sleep for a while."
"Um……"
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Outside the ICU
Mrs. Gong was inside all the time, Xiao Sheng silently did not come forward, and stood guard at the end of the corridor.
Li Ying looked a little uncomfortable and moved to her side, "Go and look out the window. Auntie is very easy to talk to."
Xiao Sheng didn't respond and sat down on the spot.
Li Ying saw that she was still holding the document in her hand, and the corner was broken.
"He's fine." Li Ying emphasized.
Xiao Sheng finally reacted and looked up at her intently.
Not far away, the ward door was pushed open and Madam Gong came out.
"Auntie." Li Ying hurried over.
"Thank you, Sakurako."
"It's okay." Li Ying said.
Mrs. Gong was helped to sit down opposite Xiao Sheng. She looked up and saw Xiao Sheng. She hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Are you Sheng Sheng?"
Li Ying:???
Xiao Sheng looked up and swallowed hard, "Do you still remember me..."
"Of course I remember." Mrs. Gong sighed, looked at her from head to toe with emotion, and murmured, "She has grown so big."
Xiao Sheng was silent.
"Do you know each other?" Li Ying asked.
Mrs. Gong did not answer directly, but first asked about Xiao Sheng's current situation.
Xiao Sheng answered them all, but his eyes kept going to the door of the ward.
Mrs. Gong saw the problem and asked no more questions. She wiped her tears and said to Li Ying: "Yingzi, take your aunt to the doctor to ask about the situation. I was too anxious just now. There are some things I haven't figured out yet."
Li Ying nodded immediately, "Okay!"
Xiao Sheng nodded to Mrs. Gong and watched them leave. She stood up and walked towards the door of the ward.