"Sis, don't be upset. Tomorrow I'll go with you to the hospital. Hongbing will be fine, don't wear yourself down and make yourself sick." Hong Zhi, who usually talks casually, took the initiative to comfort her sister at this moment.
Everything about her sister is great, except her heart is too small, once something happens, she can't move on and tends to overthink.
Hongling nodded, lay down on the bed, but couldn't sleep for a long time.
Hong Zhi heard her sister turning over, sighed quietly, but didn't know how to console her further. Alas, she's really no good at comforting people.
Hongbing indeed wasn't seriously injured. The teenage boy recovers quickly, and by the next day, he was much more mentally refreshed, able to sit up against the headboard. Ling Chengyan specially brought over a radio for him, and the boy was overjoyed, leaning against the bed and tuning in to his favorite program, completely absorbed.
