Chapter 107 His Snoring

Little Zhang Huahua is out of school!

Since arriving at the hospital, Chen Jingyang has been feeling extremely sad and depressed. He really hasn't thought of Zhang Huahua at all; he has completely forgotten about the child!

Zhang Pengfei's phone is still switched off, so they can't contact him. Fortunately, the school listed two emergency contacts when filling out the forms.

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

That's what he said, but Chen Jingyang didn't dare to leave, afraid that the nurse might have something to ask, since he was the one who knew Zhang Pengfei's body best.

"Lin Zheyan," Chen Jingyang said, hanging up the phone and looking at him, "Why don't you go pick up the child?"

Chen Jingyang sent him Zhang Huahua's photo: "Her name is Zhang Huahua. Call me when you arrive, and I'll have the teacher hand her over to you."

It was a small matter; Lin Zheyan went.

In less than an hour, Zhang Huahua was taken to the hospital.

"Brother Jingyang!"

Chen Jingyang suddenly looked up!

Zhang Huahua's voice was very loud, drawing attention from everyone in the rest area.

Lin Zheyan slapped his forehead—Oh no, I forgot to tell the child that they can't make loud noises here!

Zhang Huahua rushed over, bumping into Chen Jingyang's waist, wrapping her arms tightly around him, and crying loudly, "Brother Jingyang, I missed you so much!"

Chen Jingyang ruffled her hair, his nose tingling with emotion: "I missed you too, Huahua."

Zhang Huahua looked up at him, her eyes red, and asked, "Then why haven't you come home?"

Children never hide their questions; only adults do such boring and useless things.

Chen Jingyang choked up immediately, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly before saying, "I'm sorry, Brother Jingyang was wrong. Please come home from now on, okay?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Huahua smiled brightly: "Where's my brother? Why are we at the hospital?"

Lin Zheyan interjected, "I didn't say anything on the way here, afraid of scaring her."

Chen Jingyang understood, but a 7-year-old child already had some concept of life and death, and he couldn't hide it from her. He took Hua Hua's hand and whispered, "Hua Hua, your brother is sick and is having surgery. Shall we wait for him to come out here together?"

"Okay!" The little girl, unaware of what the surgery meant, responded sweetly and obediently.

The more beautiful her smile, the more distressed Chen Jingyang felt.

If anything were to happen to Zhang Pengfei, this child... I don't know how much he would cry!

Lin Zheyan glanced at the time: "The surgery won't be over for a while, so how about I take her to get something to eat first?"

Chen Jingyang nodded: "She likes to eat meat, but her stomach isn't very good, so please make sure she doesn't eat too much."

At 7:50 p.m., after nearly 9 hours, Zhang Pengfei finally came off the operating table.

Chen Jingyang asked Li Kedong nervously, "Director Li, did the surgery go smoothly?"

Li Kedong nodded wearily, but his tone was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Very successful, exceeding expectations! However, conservatively speaking, the patient will need to stay in the ICU for at least a week, and even if the patient wakes up tonight, it's not advisable for them to see their family. Please purchase some nursing supplies such as towels and basins and send them in as soon as possible. I will notify you when it's time for visits to resume."

Zhang Pengfei was wheeled out of the operating room with a 10-centimeter-long arc-shaped wound on the side of his ear. The black sutures were symmetrical on both sides, as shocking as a zipper, clearly showing what he had experienced in the past eight or nine hours.

Zhang Huahua burst into tears at first sight, turning around to hug Chen Jingyang's leg: "Brother Jingyang, why isn't my brother moving? Is he going to die?"

Chen Jingyang held her tightly, his voice trembling but incredibly firm: "No! He'll get better!"

An hour later, Chen Jingyang returned to his "home" which he hadn't been back to for nearly three months. It seemed that nothing had changed, except... one person was missing.

While Zhang Huahua went to wash up, Chen Jingyang slowly pushed open the bedroom door. The blankets were not folded, but they were obviously not covered by anyone; they were only half-covered.

He carefully placed his hand on it, touching it from front to back, then lifted it up, slowly lay down on the bed, and sniffed the pillow for Zhang Pengfei's lingering scent.

Tears welled up again.

He shed more tears today than he has in the past few years combined.

"Brother Jingyang, I'm done washing!"

"Oh!" Chen Jingyang quickly sniffed softly, turned his back to wipe the tears from his eyes, sat up and said to Hua Hua, "A little flying insect just got into my eyes."

Hua Hua frowned slightly, puzzled: "Why are there always little flying insects in this room? My brother says so too. Those little flying insects are so annoying; they make his eyes red every day!"

Chen Jingyang felt a dull pain in his heart: "Are your brother's eyes always red?"

Zhang Huahua nodded: "Yes, I've seen it many times! Did you see those wine bottles at the foot of the bed?"

She pointed and said, "Every time my brother gets a fly in his eye, he drinks half a bottle of wine. He says it kills germs and helps him sleep. The house smells strongly of wine every day, but why are there still so many flies? And he still can't sleep! Is my brother doing something wrong?"

Chen Jingyang followed her hand and saw that, sure enough, there were dozens of wine bottles piled up at the foot of the bed!

Chen Jingyang felt as if his heart was being ripped out piece by piece with a knife, the pain making it hard to breathe: "Does your brother not sleep at night?"

"I don't know either. The teacher asked me and said that my brother always has dark circles under his eyes, which means he hasn't been sleeping. Oh, and I also saw him eating this!"

Hua Hua opened the bedside table drawer and took out a strip of medicine. Chen Jingyang took it and saw that it was eszopiclone tablets!

This is... sleeping pills!

Upon closer inspection of the drawer, there were actually three or four empty boards!

Zhang Pengfei suffered from insomnia to this extent, but he didn't mention it at all in the daily newspaper!

Chen Jingyang's Adam's apple bobbed as he fought back tears and asked Hua Hua, "What else does your brother often do?"

"Hmm..." Hua Hua tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Oh! He also likes to hear people snore!"

Chen Jingyang was taken aback: "What does he like? Listening to people snore?"

Hua Hua nodded, her clear eyes filled with innocence: "Sometimes he wakes up late in the morning, and when I go to wake him, I've heard his phone playing snoring sounds several times. It's awful. I asked him why he listens to it, and he said he likes it."

Chen Jingyang suspiciously picked up Zhang Pengfei's phone from the table, turned it on, and opened the player. Sure enough, an audio file was set to single-track loop mode.

He frowned and clicked on it, and a muffled snoring sound like thunder suddenly rang out.

My heart felt like it had been slashed into pieces in an instant, and I was stunned by the pain!

That's his snoring!

At that time, the two had only been together for a short time. Zhang Pengfei complained that his snoring was too loud, so he secretly recorded it for him in the middle of the night and played the "evidence" for him the next morning.

What about him? He insisted that Zhang Pengfei was too idle and couldn't sleep, so from then on, he would work on him until he was exhausted every night.