He turned around to follow the doctor for sterile treatnt, but Korea suddenly pulled him back, "Uncle, can you ask the doctor if his condition is stable now? Would he be at risk if startled?"
Before Charles could ask, the doctor imdiately replied to them, "Cannot be startled."
And it was in a warning tone.
A trace of secret joy flashed in Korea’s eyes, and she looked at Charles with a worried expression, "Uncle, maybe you shouldn’t go in first. I’ll go check on his condition."
Charles hesitated, turning back to look into the ward at Ji Chicheng lying there.
Longing, heartache, and that eagerness.
Until now, he hasn’t been able to properly hold his hand, caress his face, or have the opportunity to look carefully at his son.
His emotions were openly exposed. Korea noticed it, reached out and hugged his arm, trying to persuade him, "Once he transfers to the general ward, Uncle, you’ll be able to accompany him every day."
Accompany him every day, with him and Acai’s son...
This was undoubtedly most pleasing to him. Charles nodded, "Right, he’s my son, Charles’ son, and from now on, the Charles Mansion will no longer be without a little master."
He excitedly grasped Korea’s hand, instructing her with concern, "When you go in, make sure to observe his condition and speak cautiously."
Korea nodded and assured him, "I understand, I will be very, very careful when speaking and won’t startle him."
Charles nodded.
He watched Korea in sterile clothing walk into Ji Chicheng’s hospital room, feeling very envious.
On the hospital bed, the man’s eyes remained closed, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers were moving.
Excitedly, Korea quickened her pace, walked to the bedside, and reached out to grab Ji Chicheng’s hand, "Chicheng."
She bent down, leaning closer to him. Despite the bandages wrapped around his head, they couldn’t overshadow the outstanding temperant and charisma he had in her heart.
This man, in any form, was worth loving and deserving of anyone’s love, but only she was worthy of having him.
Hearing soone calling him from above, Ji Chicheng’s eyelids moved vigorously, as if about to open in the next second, but just lacked that bit of strength.
Seeing this, Korea imdiately leaned down to his ear and softly called him.
"Chicheng, hurry and wake up, alright?"
"Open your eyes and look at ."
Ji Chicheng’s eyelids moved and fingers twitched, yet his eyes wouldn’t open, giving Korea the feeling that there was still a lacking force.
Korea lowered her gaze, eyes flickering slyly, lips close to Ji Chicheng’s ear, "Little uncle, little uncle."
Though she felt confident that Ji Chicheng wouldn’t open his eyes because of Ji Anning, she couldn’t resist trying.
She rely wanted to prove that after this great disaster, Ji Anning held no special place in this man’s heart.
"Who are you?"
While Korea was thinking, the man’s lips suddenly moved, his weak voice causing Korea’s hair to stand in excitent.
She was ecstatic, tightly gripping Ji Chicheng’s hand, repeatedly calling his na, "Chicheng, Chicheng, Chicheng..."
The man’s eyes, on the verge of opening, suddenly closed again, and his lips pursed tight.
Korea paused, rembering the two previous calls of ’little uncle,’ and gritted her teeth in reluctance.
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