Rong Yan noticed their little gestures, but pretended not to see, directing her gaze to the hospital bed.
Jiang Chenyue lay on the bed, her face pale, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.
Her chest felt inexplicably heavy, as if she didn't want to see the person on the bed lying like this; it was a stifling feeling she couldn't quite express.
She turned to the tall, dignified man and said, "Li Shengxiao, you go back with Doctor Cui first, I'll stay to look after Mrs. Jiang for a while. I'll return after she wakes up."
A warm hand rested on her waist, his voice husky and filled with concern, "Don't force yourself."
"Okay, I know."
Cui Jiangjing noticed something was off, interjected himself between the two, and exclaimed, "What's going on with you guys? Does Little Yan Rong really need to stay? It's unnecessary, right? There are plenty of doctors and nurses here, why insist on Little Yan Rong staying? Besides, it's inconvenient."
