In Aunt Wu’s arms, Ji Anning slowly cald her emotions. She wiped her tears, lifted her head, and looked at the doctor with swollen eyes, "Doctor, when can I leave? When can I go see my uncle?"
The doctor maintained a serious attitude, "Miss Ji, you can go out for so fresh air in a wheelchair, but sitting for long periods in a car is definitely not possible, and don’t even think about flying. The risk is over ninety percent."
"But..." Ji Anning shook her head.
But her uncle is in that hospital, and who knows how long it will be before he can return. Does she really have to go so long without seeing him?
When will he open his eyes?
She wanted him to see her first when he opened his eyes. She wanted to be by his side to accompany him.
She wanted to tell him she’s sorry. Next ti, she’ll listen to him, won’t be willful, and won’t lose her temper at him.
She had so many things she wanted to tell him.
"Everything you do now, you have to consider the child in your belly. He’s very fragile now, and can’t handle any turmoil," the doctor straightforwardly reminded Ji Anning repeatedly.
Ji Anning bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked at her abdon.
So, baby, you must be well and wait for daddy to co back.
...
After the doctor left, Ji Anning sat by the window, looking outside. The scorching sumr had gradually arrived, and the sun was becoming more intense day by day. Many people were already wearing long sleeves.
Vehicles ca and went, with people coming and going.
Every day, countless people here experience the pain of parting in life and death, and the tornt of waiting.
"Young Master Qi."
Suddenly, Aunt Wu’s voice ca from the doorway, and Ji Anning imdiately turned her head.
Even in the ordinary hospital gown, once on him, it imdiately beca extraordinary, elevating it nurous levels in an instant.
On that devilishly charming face was a smile that felt like a gentle spring breeze, making Ji Anning’s pouting lips curve into a slight smile.
She opened her mouth, softly calling, "Young Master Qi."
Qi Helian moved forward in his wheelchair, saying as he approached Ji Anning, "Xiang Yiqing said he got through the critical period. Once he wakes up, it won’t be long before he can transfer back to this hospital."
One of his hands was fully wrapped in gauze, his left calf also wrapped in bandages. Ji Anning looked at it with deep guilt.
Aside from guilt and self-bla, she was powerless. Tears uncontrolledly spilled from her eyes again.
Qi Helian furrowed his brow, "Why are you crying?"
Reaching Ji Anning, he extended his uninjured hand to gently wipe the tears off her lower eyelashes, full of heartache.
Ji Anning gritted her teeth, taking a long ti to speak, "I’m sorry, thank you."
She bent down to apologize and thank Qi Helian, then turned her face away, using the back of her hand to wipe her tears ssily.
Qi Helian tilted his head, looking at her with amusent, "Are you sorry or grateful?"
Ji Anning choked up, unable to speak, both sorry and grateful.
For all these years, Qi Helian had helped her countless tis, both obviously and subtly, that she couldn’t rember them all.
"You don’t need to say any of this to ." Qi Helian reached out, placing his hand on Ji Anning’s head, gently ruffling her hair. He said, "Thank you for being okay, and thank Ji Chicheng for surviving so well. That’s good; it’s worth it."
His gentle voice was full of care.
If I had known there would be a day of living and dying for you, I would have taken you ho directly from the train station square.
But there are no ’ifs,’ so I can only hope you are happy, wish you happiness, and do my best to make you happy.
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