"Enough, stop crying, just hurry and get my dad into the ward."
Zhao Tienan sighed and pulled up Zhou Wenting. This was right at the entrance of the emergency room, and crying so loudly wasn't appropriate.
Brain hemorrhage is like taking a walk on the edge of death; if the doctors manage to pull someone back, that's already quite good.
Besides, even if there are sequelae, Zhao Tienan is here. He can help his dad recover gradually through medication and rehabilitation.
Over ten minutes later, inside the ward.
"Zhou Wenting, you should head back. I'll stay with my dad tonight."
"Here's a prescription. Go get the medicine tomorrow morning, and bring it to me after you've prepared it."
Zhao Tienan settled everything and handed Zhou Wenting a prescription, urging her to go back quickly.
After all, this pampered princess couldn't really help, and Zhao Tienan didn't feel like communicating with her.
"Okay, fine..."
Zhou Wenting nodded and then left.
