Upon hearing Qin Ziming's words, Ji Yunfeng felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. He walked to the bedside table and gently placed the bouquet of white lilies down.

Seeing his beloved's serene face, his heart ached terribly.

She, who was once so vibrant, is now lying in a hospital room filled with disinfectant.

He looked at Qin Ziming again and noticed that he had also lost a lot of weight.

What did the doctor say?

"It's possible that this will be how it is for the rest of my life."

Ji Yunfeng was completely stunned. He remembered the last time he saw her, she was newly pregnant and had a gentle smile on her face, which was completely different from when he saw her again a few years ago.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

When Gu Niansi arrived at the ward from the kindergarten, she saw her mother still lying lifeless in bed, and she felt a pang of sadness.

Qu Sao saw her small figure approach and come to Shen Shiyi's bedside.

"Mom, I got two more little red flowers today."

When Aunt Qu saw her personally placing the little red flower into Shen Shiyi's hand, she felt a pang of sadness.

Gu Niansi was supposed to go back, but she wanted to wait for her brother to go home together.

Seeing the little figure sitting obediently in the chair, Aunt Qu finally gave in.

"Okay, Niannian, Grandma Qu will wait with you for your brother to arrive."

Gu Niansi nodded obediently, and for the rest of the time, she kept talking to her mother.

When Shen Zhifan was picked up by Su Fei, he found his younger sister sleeping in the ward and immediately rushed over to her.

"Grandma Qu, why is my little sister asleep?"

Qu's wife explained helplessly.

“I missed my mom, so I brought her with me. She said she’d wait for you to go home together.”

Shen Zhifan felt downcast as he looked at his sister's once round face, now showing distinct features. He sadly lowered his head.

Sophie and Aunt Qu exchanged a glance and both lowered their heads helplessly.

Shen Zhifan carefully approached his mother's bedside and recounted the events of his day at school. After finishing, seeing that his mother remained unchanged, he sadly lowered his head.

Mom, you must get better soon. Your younger brother and sister are waiting for you at home.

Nan Zhan and Xu Duoren were working in the office. When they had a break, they couldn't help but sigh when they saw the empty seat next to them.

Nan Zhan, who was usually quiet, muttered to himself.

Do you think she can wake up?

Many people paused while writing.

"I don't know, but I still hope she wakes up. Have you seen her two babies?"

Nan Zhan gave a bitter smile and said, "I saw them once. The babies are very cute."

Many people felt the same way.

"Yes, both of them are good-looking, so their baby will definitely be good-looking when he grows up."

Nan Zhan nodded slightly.

As night fell, the ward door opened again, and Qin Ziming, exhausted from a long day, entered the room. Standing before his wife's bedside, seeing her lying there day after day, he felt an indescribable sadness.

He bent down and kissed his wife on the forehead before going into the bathroom.

He usually takes warm showers, but today he turned on the cold water, hoping to wake himself up.

After showering, Qin Ziming continued brushing his teeth and washing his face before finally coming to the room wrapped in a white bath towel. He held the towel in his strong, muscular arms and gently dried his short hair.

A dozen minutes later, Qin Ziming came to the bed, lay down on his side, and reached out to hug his wife.

He slept soundly that night. For the next month, he came to the hospital every day to be with his wife and slept with her.

He felt happy as long as she was by his side.

Don't come to your own villa to drink away your sorrows, because in the end you'll only have more sorrow.

He was tall and imposing, but lay helplessly on the sofa.

"Shiyi, I'd rather you were alive and kicking right now, even if you were someone else's wife. But now, you've been in a coma for a month, why haven't you woken up yet? Can you bear to leave your husband and your two lovely babies?"

He fell asleep while talking.

When the next day dawned, he continued working like a robot.

In the afternoon, Bie came to the Huo Group to discuss a project with Huo Zhengshu.

In the conference room, Huo Zhengshu, with his thick eyebrows and large eyes, sat upright in a black suit. He was wearing a royal blue suit, which made him look both energetic and relaxed.

"Mr. Huo, what do you think of this project?"

Huo Zhengshu pursed his lips and nodded.

"not bad."

After speaking, he picked up the pen on the table and signed his name. Seeing him sign, Bie Lai smiled faintly.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

Huo Zhengshu, who had stood up, reached out his hand.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

After finishing his official business, Huo Zhengshu rarely mentioned personal matters.

Have you been to the hospital recently?

Bie Lai was taken aback upon hearing this.

"I've been there several times, but it's still the same."

Huo Zhengshu sighed helplessly.

"Well, our company also bears some responsibility."

Don't offer any words of comfort.

"It has little to do with you, don't blame yourself, I believe she won't blame you."

Huo Zhengshu sighed deeply.

"Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Don't bother with that smirk.

"It's rare for you to personally invite me, so I'm definitely going. I'll send you the location later."

Huo Zhengshu pursed his lips and nodded.

"Okay, be careful on your way back."

Bie Lai nodded slightly, then gave instructions to Assistant He behind him.

"Assistant He, let's go."

Assistant He quickly greeted Huo Zhengshu and then followed closely behind.

For the past month, Nangong Zixin had been feeling very heavy-hearted at home. Seeing her daughter like this, Madam Nangong was filled with mixed emotions.

Madam Nangong, who was sitting on the sofa, finally got up and went to the door where her daughter was sitting.

"Zixin, Mom wants to talk to you."

She thought her daughter was asleep, but to her surprise, her daughter opened the bedroom door as she turned around.

"Mom, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Nangong turned around and looked at her daughter's haggard face, her heart aching terribly.

“Zixin, you can’t keep going on like this. If it’s really too much, go to the hospital and spend more time with Shiyi. Maybe she’ll wake up one day.”

Upon hearing this, Nangong Zixin suddenly burst into tears. Madam Nangong immediately stepped forward to comfort her daughter.

"What's wrong? Did Mom say something wrong?"

Nangong Zixin shook her head.

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm the one who made you worry."

Madam Nangong embraced her daughter and gently patted her back.

"Cry, it'll make you feel better."

Shen Shiyi had known that child for over ten years, and she felt quite sympathetic towards her plight.

Commander Nangong often sighed in his office. He received a message from his wife saying that their daughter had been in a bad mood for the past month. After reading the message, he also had a terrible headache.

Commander Nangong eventually called the hospital, and the hospital director was quite surprised to receive his call.

"Commander Nangong?"

"It's me. I'd like to ask how Comrade Shen Shiyi's health is, and whether there's any possibility of recovery."

Upon hearing this, the dean sighed deeply.

"This is difficult."

After the two chatted for half an hour and hung up the phone, Commander Nangong looked out the window, lost in thought.