"I've checked it out. It's nothing serious. Just rest."
Tang Junhe answered one by one and patiently calmed his mother and sister.
Everyone was delighted that he had woken up.
Tang's mother and Tang Xue immediately told his brother the news.
In the evening, his brother Tang Yiye also came and asked about his concerns.
"Take good care of your injuries. I've already asked for leave from work for you."
Tang Yiye patted Tang Junhe's shoulder, his serious expression showing a hint of tenderness.
His younger brother had suffered many injuries when he was in the army, and this time he barely managed to survive. Tang Yiye didn't know what to say.
"good."
Tang Junhe nodded.
"I have a meeting out of town for the next two days, so I have to go there tonight. I won't keep you here. If you want to eat anything, tell Mom and Tang Xue and let them prepare it."
Tang Yiye talked to him for a while, then stood up and said.
"Have a safe trip." Tang Junhe nodded in agreement.
After Tang Yiye left.
Tang's mother quickly asked Tang Xue to bring over the chicken soup that had been cooked at home.
"Drink more while it's hot."
The unique aroma of the old hen soup filled the entire ward, suppressing the smell of the disinfectant a lot.
Tang's mother specially left a bowl for Song Zhi.
"Zhizhi, drink some too and try my cooking."
Song Zhi didn't refuse, took it and thanked him.
The chicken soup has been simmered for a long time and is fragrant. The floating oil on the surface has been skimmed off, making it not greasy at all and rich and fragrant.
Song Zhi took only one sip and gave a thumbs up in praise.
"It's delicious. Aunt Tang's cooking skills are still as good as ever."
Tang's mother was so delighted by her praise that she just said she would make something else for her next time.
Tang Junhe drank chicken soup while looking at Song Zhi who was chatting happily with his family, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Song Zhi didn't stay too late and left early.
The next day, when she came over, she not only bought a bunch of fresh fruits, but also brought a bouquet of flowers.
Tang Junhe looked at the bouquet of flowers in her hand with a strange expression.
"Giving flowers is usually a man's mission."
He suddenly uttered a sentence.
He heard this from an old soldier when he was in the army.
He said that when he was pursuing his wife, he sent her a bouquet of flowers every day to please her.
Thinking of this, Tang Junhe's eyes dimmed slightly and his gaze fell on Song Zhi's delicate and fair face.
Song Zhi paused slightly while pouring the water. She didn't think too much about it. She just felt that he must be bored staying in the ward all the time. She brought some green plants with her. Seeing them would make him feel happier and help him recover better.
"Don't you like it?" she asked, turning around.
Today she bought her favorite daffodils.
The daffodils are blooming beautifully, with full buds and even a few drops of fresh dew on the petals, which is a delight to look at.
"like."
Tang Junhe glanced at the gorgeous flowers.
As long as it was given by her, how could she not like it.
Hearing this, Song Zhi curled his lips, found a vase and put the daffodils in it, choosing the most conspicuous position to place it.
When Tang Xue came over, she immediately noticed the extra daffodils in the ward.
She glanced between the two of them, gave a knowing smile, and then handed the nutritious meal specially prepared by Tang's mother to Tang Junhe.
During the time Tang Junhe was staying in the hospital, Song Zhi would come over every day, bringing a bouquet of flowers without fail. Occasionally, she would also help Tang's mother share the burden and prepare a few nutritious meals by herself.
Tang Junhe always showed great support for the nutritious meals she prepared and always ate them all.
It made Song Zhi feel particularly accomplished.
The life-saving grace made Song Zhi's feelings for Tang Junhe warmer.
Even the knot in his heart from his previous life has gradually been resolved because of Tang Junhe's actions over the years in this life.
After all, he is completely different in this life than in his previous life.
Not to mention that this time he saved her life.
If he hadn't blocked the knife, Lin Wanru's knife would have stabbed directly into her chest.
Things from the previous life are all in the past after all.
Everything in the previous life has nothing to do with Tang Junhe, who knows nothing in this life.
She shouldn't be prejudiced against him because of what happened in her past life.
Song Zhi's heart is not made of stone. She knows all about Tang Junhe's intentions towards her over the years.
But I don’t know if that’s the reason why she softened her attitude.
After Tang Junhe woke up, he sometimes said some inexplicable words, which made Song Zhi very confused.
For example, he would always ask about Xiao Qingbai for no apparent reason, and sometimes he would secretly look at her with such a cheesy look that made Song Zhi feel uncomfortable all over.
Tang Xue and her mother were not in the ward except for three meals a day and accompanying Tang Junhe at night.
The two of them always found various reasons to leave this little space in the ward entirely to themselves.
"Why don't you bring Qingbai with you when you come over tomorrow?"
Tang Junhe looked at Song Zhi who was changing the water for the flowers and suddenly asked.
Song Zhi brought a bouquet of flowers every day. In just one week, the ward was filled with seven or eight vases of flowers, adding a bit of warmth to the ward.
"No, my dad and the others are watching over me, I don't need to worry about it."
Song Zhi refused without even thinking.
Ever since Qingbai grew up, she basically didn't let him see Tang Junhe.
They look so much alike, father and son.
Although Tang Junhe hadn't noticed anything yet, Song Zhi was still afraid of what might happen.
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