In the hospital.
A group of people were standing in the corridor.
Grandma Ye, Grandfather Ye, Ye Qingran, Ye Qinghao, Xu Qiaoqiao, Xu Mushen… everyone who could come, came.
They anxiously watched the ward.
Xu Qiaoqiao supported Xu Ruohua, although she had rested for a while, Xu Ruohua was still very weak. She earnestly stared at the ward, tightly grabbing Xu Qiaoqiao's hand, then worriedly asked, "How is it? I hope your father will be okay… I hope he'll be okay…"
She murmured to herself, not really expecting an answer, just saying it seemed to comfort her.
Xu Qiaoqiao cooperated by speaking, "Yes, Mom, Dad will definitely be okay. Don't worry, he promised us, he will surely wake up…"
She also anxiously watched inside.
In the evening, Ye Qijun suddenly turned critically ill.
Xu Qiaoqiao still remembered the sharp sound that came from the instruments when they first arrived at the hospital.
So many nurses and doctors anxiously pushed Ye Qijun into the operating room.
