"Okay," the companion who was tightly grasped by her shoulder slapped her arm off dissatisfiedly, "be more productive, but it would be a good thing for your body temperature to drop."
He lowered his voice and said, "Didn't I get called to the dean's office yesterday when I came to take over? Before I went in, I heard something being said inside that seemed to be planning to build a building for our hospital..."
"It's not him! Looking at your potential, you are an older chairman of Ruiyan."
As she said that, the girl raised her chin in the direction of the ward, "otherwise, why do you think that person inside is treated so well? Director Qiu has never been on night shift, but he stayed here all night last night, and he was the only one in the ward.
We checked six times, and even we were lectured one by one by the dean..."
Mr. and Mrs. Qin, who happened to be passing by, looked at each other and made a tacit agreement not to knock on the door of the nurse's station again. They originally planned to inquire about their daughter's condition that night, but it seemed that it was not so necessary.
Yan Zisong was still standing at the door.
One night passed, and the moment he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.
As if reluctant, Ning Yabei said to the wall, "You should also go back and have a rest."
"It doesn't matter to me, Auntie." Yan Zisong's voice was a little hoarse, "Have you had breakfast? I'm going to wash up and then go down to buy breakfast."
Qin Yanzhi was about to blurt out "I've already eaten" but was stopped by his wife's look.
When the young man walked away, the confusion in his heart was relieved by Ning Yabei's words.
"Let him go, he's always standing here and it's annoying to watch."
Qin Yanzhi smiled, whether he was upset or distressed. How could he not understand his wife's tough-tongued and soft-hearted character?
The long day of waiting seemed a little less burdensome with the constant visits from the director and the attending physician.
When night fell again, Ning Yabei finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Yan Zisong!"
The man who was called turned around from the door of the ward and unexpectedly looked at his mother who looked unhappy not far away.
"You go home! Xiaoman's father and I are here tonight."
But no matter how categorically she spoke, in the end, the people who returned home were still these kind-hearted parents.
Qin Xiaoman lay in the intensive care unit for five days. Yan Zisong also stood outside the door for five days.
He stood there for five days without saying a word.
On the first day of the month, when family members were allowed to visit the ward, he seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly said "I'll be back soon" and ran out of the hospital.
When I came back to study, the haggardness and stubble on my face were gone. The man was handsome and tall again.
Qin Xiaoman was still lying on the bed. When she called out "Mom" hoarsely, she was ordered not to speak. The hand with the needle stuck in it was firmly held in the palm of Ning Yabei's hand.
Her mother gently stroked her forehead and talked about an insignificant and relaxing topic with a spring breeze. Most of the time, Qin Xiaoman was not listening at all. She had no energy to listen, let alone think about this matter.
The door to the ward was gently opened, and a man with a new look walked in quietly.
Ning Yabei glanced at the door, her lips moved, but finally she didn't say a word.
The woman lying on the hospital bed obviously saw a different figure, but she did not speak or even move her eyes.