Seeing her son's tired face, Yuan's mother felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do as this was what her son was willing to find.

As a mother, she couldn't help him, so she could only try her best to take care of him with food.

"Okay, thank you, Mom and Dad."

Yuan Huaian habitually looked at An Qiaoqiao lying on the hospital bed before going to the bathroom to wash up.

"Why……"

"Why hasn't the child woken up yet? It's been several days."

After seeing his son go to wash up, Yuan's father sat down beside the crib and sighed as he looked at An Qiaoqiao who was still unconscious.

If he continues to be unconscious like this, his son’s body will not be able to bear it.

"Just shut up! Don't sigh in front of your son. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Yuan's mother carefully glanced at the bathroom door before patting Yuan's father on the shoulder.

"I was just saying this casually..."

After being reminded by his wife, Yuan's father came to his senses and looked carefully into the bathroom. Seeing that no one came out, he dared to mutter to his wife in a low voice.

"You're just saying depressing things. Don't say them in front of your son. All you need to know is that Qiaoqiao will wake up soon."

Yuan's mother pinched the old man's soft flesh and whispered threats.

"hiss……"

"I know, I know. Let go. It would be bad if my son saw it later."

Father Yuan took a deep breath, stiffened his body and begged for mercy in a low voice.

When Yuan Huaian came out, he saw his old father begging for mercy in a low voice to his mother.

He didn't know how many times he had seen this familiar scene. Thinking of his father's pitiful self-esteem, Yuan Huaian retreated silently.

He carefully closed the door, then deliberately made a lot of noise in the bathroom before opening the door again and coming out.