Fu Yan was startled by Bo Huan's firm tone, his thin lips pressed together, and he finally opened his mouth but said nothing, just raised his hand and patted Bo Huan's shoulder to soothe the woman's emotions.
...
The distance to the hospital room wasn't long, but this time, Bo Huan felt like she had been walking for ages.
Each step she took was exceptionally steady.
However... each step was also exceptionally urgent.
Eager to know Bo Qing's condition.
...
Finally reaching the door of the hospital room, Bo Huan took a deep breath, as if gathering her resolve, and slowly pushed the door open.
The first sight was of Bo Qing lying weakly on the hospital bed. Bo Huan sniffed, staring at the pale-faced man on the bed, clenching her small hand tightly.
Fu Yan knew that Bo Huan's heart was in turmoil at that moment. Without disturbing her, he helped Bo Huan sit directly by the bedside.
...
Soon, the assistant sent by Su Li arrived, delivering red date longan soup.
