Thump thump thump... ...

In the extremely quiet emergency room, Chu Fang could hear his own heartbeat.

Quack.

The emergency room doors opened, and Zhong Tingyue looked up and quickly stepped forward: "Doctor, how is my father?"

The doctor removed his mask: "The surgery was a success. The patient is out of danger. And there's good news: because he was brought in in time, his leg can be saved."

"Phew..." Hearing this, Chu Fang felt a sense of relief.

He had prepared himself for Zhong Ping to be disabled, so he was genuinely overjoyed to receive the news.

Chu Fang hurriedly took out a red envelope from his pocket, but the doctor refused: "No need, no need. Doctors are compassionate. You migrant workers come to Shanghai to work, and it's not easy to earn money. Save the money for follow-up treatment."

Watching the doctor's retreating figure, Chu Fang sighed: "Actually, it's quite easy for me to make money."

He can't just tell everyone he meets that he's a billionaire; that would be too ridiculous.

Zhong Ping had been transferred from the emergency room to the observation room, and since they couldn't see him for the time being, they had to leave.

As I walked out of the hospital, night had already fallen, and even at night, there were still countless people outside the hospital.

Chu Fang led Zhong Tingyue into a restaurant across from the hospital. From the time they got off work until now, neither of them had eaten a single bite of food or drunk a drop of water.

After casually ordering a few dishes, Chu Fang picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and gave it to Zhong Tingyue, saying, "Eat more or less, just a little bit."

Zhong Tingyue poked at the white rice with her chopsticks: "I have no appetite."

“Tonight is going to be a sleepless night. How can you cope with what’s coming if you don’t eat your fill? Your body might not be able to hold on and you might collapse,” Chu Fang said. “Besides, your father is out of danger and his legs are fully healed. That’s the best news. You should eat more to celebrate.”

"Yes, this is the best news. I shouldn't be so sad." Zhong Tingyue perked up, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Mr. Chu, am I pretty?"

"ugly!"

"I'm ugly! Even if I'm ugly, you still have to marry me!"

"What if I don't want to marry him?"

"no!"

Forced buying and selling constitutes a violation.

After finishing their meal, the two didn't rush inside. Instead, they waited outside for Zhong Rou and sent her a message saying they would be there soon.

Soon after, Zhong Rou appeared in sight, throwing herself into Zhong Tingyue's arms with lightning speed, then bursting into tears: "Sister!!!"

Zhong Rou is usually bold and fearless, but she is ultimately just a high school sophomore. When she hears that her father is injured and on the verge of death, she can hardly bear it.

Zhong Rou's crying caused Zhong Tingyue to cry as well.

The two sisters hugged each other and cried.

Many pedestrians outside the hospital cast their gazes. Crying in a hospital is not an unusual act. Hospitals are the places in the world where you see the most crying and the most sincere wishes.

The reason people turned their attention was because the two crying sisters were very beautiful.

I have to say, this world is really damn vulgar!

How utterly vulgar!

The smaller ones are delicate and cute, while the larger ones exude an extraordinary aura.

Chu Fang took several photos of the two sisters crying.

After grieving for a while, the two sisters composed themselves and went to the hospital. What followed was a whole night of vigil, waiting outside for Zhong Ping to wake up so they could see him as soon as possible.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Chu Fang booked a hotel across from the hospital, took his sister-in-law, who had been crying herself to sleep, to the hotel, and covered her with a blanket.

Then, back outside the hospital ward, Chu Fang sat down next to him and said, "Why don't you go and get some sleep?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "I can't sleep."

Zhong Tingyue leaned against Chu Fang, resting her head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Mr. Chu."

"Um."

"Thank you."

"Hey, what's the big deal?"

When Grandpa Chu was sick and receiving treatment, he was also busy taking care of him and keeping vigil.

Zhong Tingyue: "I'm feeling very confused right now."

"How messy?"

"... " Zhong Tingyue was silent for a few seconds, "You're so good to me, if we hadn't gotten married, how could I have ever repaid you?"

Chu Fang tilted her head: "It's not like we're sisters, you don't know how to repay me? Can't you repay me with your body? You don't have to be my wife, you can be my servant. I've done so much, don't you want to give me anything in return?"

Is this woman's brain filled with mush?

“Then I don’t want to repay him with my body.” Zhong Tingyue argued with him.

Chu Fang pondered for a moment: "I'll unplug your father's oxygen tube."

Zhong Tingyue punched his shoulder.

He truly is a good son-in-law to his father.

... ...

In the Central Plains, the night was deep. Gao Ruoyun stood in the courtyard, gazing at the night sky: "Why do I feel so confused? It's like I've been hit. Did something happen to that old man outside?"

Gao Ruoyun thought about it more and more and felt that it made sense. She took out her phone and found that her WeChat was full of messages from Zhong Ping adding her as a friend.

Because Gao Ruoyun deleted Zhong Ping's contact information, the latter added her back on WeChat every two or three hours during this period.

Seeing the friend requests with notes all containing Zhong Ping begging for forgiveness and apologizing, Gao Ruoyun couldn't help but smile.

Gao Ruoyun added Zhong Ping as a WeChat friend and immediately sent him a message.

[Gao Ruoyun: Oh my, someone's having a good time out there, and finally remembered me.]

[Gao Ruoyun: Reply to my message quickly, or I'll delete it again.]

[Gao Ruoyun: You have three seconds to reply.]

[Gao Ruoyun: Three.]

[Gao Ruoyun: Two.]

[Gao Ruoyun: One.]

[Gao Ruoyun: Well, Zhong Ping, you've really got guts now, not even replying to my messages. I'll remember this. Try and stay home if you dare.]

Regardless of whether it was the early hours of the morning or whether her husband was asleep, Gao Ruoyun was unhappy because Zhong Ping wasn't replying to her messages.

She wanted to delete her husband again, but when her finger touched the delete button, she didn't.

"Never mind, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Gao Ruoyun put away her phone and went back to her room to sleep.

... ...

Zhong Ping regained consciousness faster than the doctor expected, waking up around 7 a.m. the next day.

After examining the patient, the doctor smiled and said, "The patient is safe and sound."

Zhong Ping looked at his two daughters and Chu Fang, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Zhong Rou leaned over the hospital bed and said excitedly, "Dad, you're amazing! You moved a huge rock with your bare hands. Where did you learn this martial arts skill? Teach me!"

Upon seeing her biological father wake up, Zhong Rou regained her optimism and cheerfulness, and even had the leisure to make jokes.

Looking at her father's anxious face, Zhong Tingyue smacked her lips, knowing what he wanted to ask. She crossed her arms and said slowly, "I didn't tell Mother about your accident, so she doesn't know."

Zhong Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, your mother sent you a message last night, but you didn't reply today. Your mother suspects that something happened to you, so... she came to Shanghai."

When Gao Ruoyun woke up this morning and didn't see her husband's message, she knew that something serious must have happened to him, otherwise he wouldn't have replied.

Gao Ruoyun immediately called Zhong Tingyue, who had no choice but to explain the whole story.

At this moment, Gao Ruoyun is on a plane to Shanghai.

Zhong Ping's pupils dilated in a daze, and his neck tilted to the side.

My heart is dead...