At the same time in J City.
After Xia Xin hung up the phone, he returned to Jiangli's side and informed Jiangli that Qing Yue was coming over shortly.
Jiangli nodded and returned to the ward with Xia Xin.
In the ward, Wei Qingran, Song Wenjun, and Sister He were all watching Little Caihong intently, fearful that something unexpected might happen again.
At this moment, Little Caihong was sleeping soundly. After the flush on her face faded, she was left pale, looking like a lone tender leaf hanging on a tree in the gusty wind, as if it could be blown down at any moment.
Song Wenjun was so distressed that she could hardly breathe, her eyes red as if tears could fall at any moment.
Wei Qingran sighed, standing beside Song Wenjun, silently pinching her shoulder.
The VIP ward was a suite.
Seeing this, Jiangli went to the anteroom's lounge to rest.
Xia Xin followed him.
The two of them waited outside.
The afternoon passed quickly.
