How can we talk when we are so far apart?

Upstairs, Jincao's ward.

When Zhan Hanjue opened the door to the ward and saw Jincao lying there lifelessly with tubes inserted all over his body, Zhan Hanjue's heart felt as painful as a knife.

He walked over and sat on the chair next to the bedside, gently touching the dense needle holes on Jincao's arm.

The pain and guilt in his eyes overflowed, "Jincao, thank you for using your body to protect me that day. Thank you."

The doctor walked into the ward and explained to him the condition of Qicao, "The vital signs are stable, but he hasn't woken up for some reason."

Zhan Hanjue's expression was solemn. He held Jincao's hand, perhaps because he was so excited that he used some force.

Jue Zhanhan ordered in a domineering manner: "Jincao, I order you to wake up."

The doctor was pleasantly surprised, "President, it's a good thing that Jincao is conscious. I think it won't take long for him to wake up."

Lord Zhan Han nodded.

Jincao's fingers trembled slightly in his palm.

Jue Zhan Han noticed Jin Cao's subtle movement and asked Jin Cao excitedly, "Jin Cao, can you hear me?"

Jincao's long eyelashes trembled.

"Then can we go home?"

"I suddenly feel a little hungry. Brother Jue, I want to eat the dessert you made."

Zhan Hanjue raised his wrist to look at his watch. At this time, Zheng Ling had never even complained of hunger before.

When Zhan Hanjue returned to Zheng Ling, he saw the excitement on each of their faces. Zhan Hanjue knew that Tan Xiaoyu's surgery was very successful.

"Zheng Ling, you can let go of your worries now."

Yan Zhengling said happily: "Yeah."

Fengxian felt aggrieved and said, "It was the meal ordered by Sister Zhengling."

Zheng Ling stretched out her hand to pull Zhan Hanjue, and then tapped Zhan Hanjue's finger playfully, "Brother Jue, don't blame Fengxian. It's just that I'm greedy. I can't resist the temptation of fried dough sticks from the roadside stall."

Roadside stall fried dough sticks?

Realizing something, Zhan Hanjue cast his sinister gaze on Fengxian, "What did you have for breakfast?"

Impatiens shrink into quail, "soy milk fried dough sticks."

Zhan Hanjue's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Are you feeding Zheng Ling such nutritious food?"

Suddenly he picked up Princess Zhengling and strode forward.

Guan Xiao and Ye Feng return to Media Asia.

Yan Zheng and Fengxian stayed behind Zhan Hanjue, wanting to have a big meal.

Lord Zhan Han frowned.

Although Zheng Ling said the wrong thing, her fingers did not stop being naughty. Zhan Hanjue saw her slender and beautiful fingers dancing in his palm like an elf, and suddenly he remembered the poem Zheng Ling created for him when he was a child.

Finger dance.

Only then did the anger disappear.

A large group of people walked toward the entrance of a hospital.

Zhan Hanjue's long legs made it windy when he walked. But when he walked out of the hospital door, he suddenly stamped his feet.

Tong Bao blushed with embarrassment and quickly dragged Mommy's wheelchair away.

Tong Bao stayed where he was, staring at the retreating figure of Brother Ye Feng, and then walked away with his hands on the back of Tong Bao's neck.

"Do you want to be the husband's stone?" Zhan Su asked.

A plainly dressed old woman came over shakily, supporting a girl with disheveled hair and a limp.
Chapter completed!