Father Zheng was at a loss for words, sighed, and sat down by the chair, instantly looking ten years older. He said, "It's a doomed fate; if I had known today would come, I shouldn't have saved him back then."
Mother Zheng was silent, her eyes red as she stared at the tightly shut surgery room, clasping her hands in prayer to heaven to bless her daughter to wake up.
Leng Youchen's hospital bed was pushed back into Wei Chenchen's room. Fortunately, the suite was spacious enough to accommodate an extra bed. To avoid disturbing Leng Youchen's rest, Wei Anning drew the curtains closed.
Wei Chenchen sat by the bed, swinging his legs, "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?"
"Daddy's not feeling well and needs to rest. Chenchen, you shouldn't bother Daddy, understand?" Wei Anning sat on the hospital bed, stroked her son's head, and felt an inexplicable sense of calm.
As long as he wasn't in mortal danger, she was at peace.
Wei Chenchen blinked, "Did Daddy also turn into a little puppy?"
