Qi Yongrui sat up straight. He looked at the television screen and at the same time thought of the good things that his wife had done the last time the two of them were together on the night when she killed him. He knew that he was dead. Because he almost saw the gates of hell, just as he was pulled back and brought back to life.
He glanced at Nan Zhi and Nan Wu, who were happier than he had ever seen them, and thought that they would be fine without him. Turning on the wheelchair, he returned to the ward where Luo Huian was supposed to be resting. Now that he thought about it, last night, he was quite worried about Luo Huian, and yet Qi Yongrui didn't even think about going to her ward and taking a look.
