Her voice had a lazy tone, as if she were being coquettish.

Gu Gou has always been someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

After a moment of silence, Gu Qingyan still gave in.

"Both of them are fine. Jiang Ting's surgery was a success, and he should wake up tomorrow. Chi Li has arranged for them to share a ward."

Gu Qingyan's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Xu Zhaozhao could understand why Chi Li did this.

Otherwise, if Ms. Ding wakes up and doesn't see her son, she'll make a scene again.

"Open your mouth."

Xu Zhaozhao's mind was racing, and she opened her mouth blankly as she listened to Gu Qingyan's words.

He pinched her chin with his fingers, stuffed a round candy into her mouth, and the strawberry flavor exploded in her mouth, making her mind clearer.

He turned her face to face him, forcing her to look him in the eye, and said in a calm voice, "Xu Zhaozhao, if you faint from low blood sugar again, you're as good as dead."

I remembered the nonsense I spouted in the school clinic last time...

Waiting to die = waiting to be kissed to death.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Shaking Gu Qingyan's hand, she said, "There will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be a next time!"

This time, because everything happened so suddenly, Xu Zhaozhao didn't have time to pay attention to the changes in her body.

Fortunately, the tragedy did not occur...

"Can I go see them?"

This luxurious private hospital room, with bodyguards and 24-hour surveillance, is standard practice here. If Xu Zhaozhao tries to slip away without his permission...

There's a high chance they'll be caught and brought back for some kind of dirty business.

Fearing that it would escalate the man's anger, Xu Zhaozhao quickly added, "Just one glance, just one glance!"

She held up a "1" with her jade-like finger and waved it in front of Gu Qingyan.

Gu Qing reached out and took her small hand in his, saying softly, "Promise me one thing, and I'll let you go see it."

...

Finally, Xu Zhaozhao agreed.

She only found out after leaving the ward that her beloved son had been sent home by this scoundrel.

Xu Zhaozhao was very curious about how Gu Qingyan had persuaded Gu Yulin to go home.

Gu Qingyan glanced at her sideways, "Staying up late damages the brain, and it's irreversible."

After saying that, without waiting for Xu Zhaozhao's reaction, he took her hand and walked forward.

Xu Zhaozhao was shocked.

This scumbag dad is actually starting to care about his kid?

The sun rose in the west?

Will I ever see pigs climb trees in my lifetime?

Actually, it was just a subtle competition between the father and son. Staying up late does damage the brain, and Gu Yulin couldn't allow his IQ to be inferior to Gu Qingyan's, so he agreed to go home.

Since Gu Qingyan had already used "pain relief" as an excuse to kick him out of the ward, he might as well go home and sleep to preserve his intelligence.

Once he becomes powerful, there will be a day when he won't need this nanny anymore!

Xu Zhaozhao was unaware of the complex thoughts of the father and son, and felt a little overjoyed that their relationship had improved.

But when he arrived at the ward and saw Jiang Ting and his mother inside, his emotions were overwhelmed.

Jiang Ting was fast asleep on the hospital bed next to him, his whole body wrapped in bandages, and the beating electrocardiogram showed his vital signs.

Beside him... his mother sat quietly on the hospital bed, staring at him intently.

Why did the tranquilizer's effects wear off so quickly?

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Zhaozhao pushed open the door and went in, with Gu Qingyan following behind her.

"Don't give me the injection anymore. I've calmed down now and I won't jump again."

Upon seeing the two enter, Jiang Ting's mother quickly spoke.

"After so many years of taking sedatives, I've developed a better tolerance, so I wake up early. Right now, all I want to do is see Xiaoting more."

Even if she hadn't calmed down, she couldn't leave this ward.

Xu Zhaozhao glanced at her wrist, where the patient's name was written—Ding Rong.

"I'm sorry, miss, I couldn't control my emotions."

Her gaze fell on the two wounds on Xu Zhaozhao's body, her eyes filled with apology. "Although it may sound like an excuse, I sincerely apologize to you."

"It's okay, I don't blame you."

Xu Zhaozhao quickly waved her hand, "If it's convenient, could you tell me about your situation? I've already told Jiang Ting that I'll help him."

Fearing Ding Rong still wouldn't believe her, Xu Zhaozhao added, "His father is a hero, and Jiang Ting is a good kid; they deserve my help."

When Jiang Ting's father, Jiang Hai, was mentioned, Ding Rong could no longer hold back her emotions.

She also lowered her guard against Xu Zhaozhao—she had no one she could trust anymore.

“Ahai is a great firefighter, and he always has been in my heart.”

"After his sacrifice, Xiaoting became my only reason to live. I also hoped that Xiaoting would become a hero like him, and Xiaoting lived up to that expectation, but..."

Ding Rong choked up, barely able to make a sound, and it took her a long time to continue.

"But I was a disappointment. Three years ago, when I first fell ill, it was already severe, and the monthly medication costs quickly depleted my savings."

“When I was about to give up treatment, Xiaoting handed me some money and said, ‘Mom, let’s continue treatment!’ He’s only seven years old, where would he get the money… I can’t even imagine what he’s been through…”

Ding Rong seemed to be lost in some painful memory, tears streaming down her face, her expression contorted in layers.

Xu Zhaozhao quickly comforted her, "Aunt Ding, it's all over now. Get a good night's sleep, Jiang Ting is right here with you."

This time, Ding Rong actually fell asleep very quickly.

The two left the ward quietly.

The sky was already turning a pale white, but Xu Zhaozhao was wide awake, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Even if you had ten brains, you still couldn't understand why the lives of the martyrs' descendants have become like this...

Gu Qingyan wrapped his arms around her from behind and ruffled her hair. "Aren't you going to rest?"

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Surprisingly, Xu Zhaozhao didn't break free, but instead leaned against Gu Qingyan's chest, her mood somewhat downcast.

She clearly hasn't figured out her own life yet, but she just can't stand seeing the suffering in the world.

She can save one, but not the whole family.

Who can save the whole thing?

The first thing that popped into Xu Zhaozhao's mind was... Buddha.

Thinking about it, she stretched out her fingers and carefully turned the prayer beads in Gu Qingyan's hand one by one.

She asked softly, "Gu Qingyan, why do you always wear these Buddhist prayer beads?"