Chapter 223 She is crying
Information delivered.
Shi Yin waited for two or three minutes.
In the past, he would have replied immediately to her messages. Recently, he had been traveling abroad not only to hand over his work but also to deal with the issues left behind by Lu Cheng, so his schedule was very busy.
It is normal to not reply in time.
Shi Yin waited for another five or six minutes, but the other party still didn't reply. She felt a little disappointed. Out of understanding for her husband's career, she didn't urge him and quietly turned off the phone.
Just then.
The person on the bed moved slightly.
The wolfhound's reaction speed was even faster. It stretched out its claws and scratched Shi Yin a few times, directing her gaze to the housekeeper who had opened his eyes. Shi Yin quickly pressed the alarm bell by the bed and shouted, "Uncle Han? Can you hear me? How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"
She was anxious.
He looked up and down at the old butler who had just woken up.
Because this is the person who took care of Han Zhan and raised him. He is not his blood father, but he is more like a father to him. When Ah Zhan is busy working abroad, she naturally has to take care of the family affairs and protect the people he cares about.
Medical staff rushed in quickly.
I examined Uncle Han.
He fainted due to brain hypoxia caused by emotional overload. Fortunately, he received timely medical treatment and is no longer in danger of death. He will be hospitalized for two days for observation and will be discharged if there are no other symptoms.
Shi Yin thanked him.
Send the doctor out of the ward.
Returning to the bedroom, Meng Xi helped the housekeeper sit up and lean against the cushions at the head of the bed. Uncle Han was over fifty, usually in good spirits and looked quite young. But this time, after this illness, he looked glum, as if he had aged a dozen years overnight.
Uncle Han was more worried about Shi Yin than himself. As soon as his eyes caught her figure, the housekeeper sat up straight and called her hurriedly: "Madam, are you okay? You just recovered from a serious illness, you must not -"
"I'm fine."
Shi Yin took over his words.
He picked up the warm water and walked to the bedside, handing it to the housekeeper. "Why are you like Meng Xi, asking me if I'm okay right away? I'm fine. If I have to say anything, it's that I was too worried about you. I looked after you all night last night and didn't sleep well, so you look a little tired."
Uncle Han took her water.
His eyes were fixed on the face of the woman in front of him.
She didn't seem to be lying.
Emotionally stable.
The demeanor and facial expressions are very natural.
Uncle Han opened his dry lips, ready to say something, but Shi Yin spoke before him: "Drink some water, I'll pour out the porridge for you. I've asked the servants to make you a nourishing soup. When you're sick, you need to eat more to replenish your body's energy."
"Ma'am, are you really okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Sir, he..."
"Put aside A-Zhan's matters for now. The most important thing now is you. Rest well in the hospital for the next two days. Once you're well and discharged, we'll go home together. It'll be New Year's Eve soon. Let's have a reunion dinner and cut paper-cuts, Uncle Han."
The butler choked.
The unfinished words got stuck in my throat.
I can't spit it out no matter what.
Two years ago, Beishan Villa celebrated a lively New Year. My wife and husband went out shopping and bought many strange couplets. The "Hahahahaha" couplet is still pasted on both sides of the door.
The gentleman doesn't know how to post couplets.
No matter how you stick it on, it's always crooked.
His wife was furious and ran into the house to complain. She was trying to cut window paper-cuts again, and she made a very distinctive red double happiness pattern. But her husband, a playful man, had ruined his wife's happiness pattern. The wife didn't speak to him the whole afternoon, fuming and ignoring his attempts to comfort her.
Then.
The gentleman cut window flowers all night.
From being so clumsy at first that he couldn't even hold the scissors steady, his cuts were all crooked and twisted, to finally being able to smoothly cut out a perfect red double happiness. He picked out the most exquisite one from among the beautiful ones and placed it on the chaise longue sofa where his wife often lay. The next day, he built a snowman in the yard to apologize to his wife.
How did you get into a plane crash?
How can I die?
What will happen to his wife if he leaves?
Uncle Han was in pain, but he felt even more sorry for the girl in front of him. His hand, which was pierced with an IV needle, held the cup of warm water, and his soft skin wrinkled again and again. He couldn't bear to look at Shi Yin again. If he looked at her any longer, his heart would tighten with pain.
…
It's almost noon.
Shi Yin placed the washed fruit on the bedside table and glanced at the untouched breakfast porridge. She turned on the screen. Han Zhan hadn't replied to the message she had sent that morning.
Shi Yin left the bedroom.
After telling Meng Xi, who had just finished a phone call in the living room, about taking care of Uncle Han, Shi Yin left the ward. Shi Yin took the elevator downstairs. Her bodyguard, Abei, drove her car over. She took the car keys and got into the driver's seat.
Light the fire.
Fasten your seat belt.
She tilted her head again and looked at the brown cartoon bear on the passenger seat. Shi Yin reached out, picked up the bear, and pressed it gently. Han Zhan's sweet and magnetic voice came out: "Wife, be happy every day."
She smoothed the fur on the bear's head.
Carefully place it back on the seat.
Shi Yin stepped on the accelerator, and the Macan drove out of the parking lot and into the snowy city streets. Passing by the Capital Building, the country's largest LED screen was playing an advertisement for a famous actress.
Shi Yin pulled over and parked the car.
She picked up her phone, took a picture of the screen, and sent it to Han Zhan: "When we have our wedding, I'll book this big screen like you did before and put the couple's name on it. How about that?"
She waited for seven or eight minutes.
The other party did not reply.
Shi Yin didn't blame him. Instead, she patiently clicked on the emoticons she had saved and, imitating his previous behavior, sent him an emoticon.
[Time sound]: "(づ￣3￣)づ╭～"
Shi Yin went home to get the stewed soup.
Returned to the hospital at 1:30.
After helping Uncle Han finish half a bowl of wine and seeing him off to sleep, Shi Yin left the bedroom. In the hallway, Meng Xi took a call from Lu Cheng, who said he had landed in Dubai and retrieved some of Han Zhan's belongings. As for the cause of the accident, the police had sealed off the airport, prohibiting outsiders from entering, so he had no immediate information. The person in charge of An's Airlines was trying to smooth things over, and he was negotiating with his lawyer.
Meng Xi returned to the ward.
Open the door.
I saw Shi Yin lying on the chaise longue.
She fell asleep.
Curled up.
The big, furry wolfhound stood guard beside her.
Meng Xi went to get a thicker blanket, walked over to her, and bent down to cover her. As the distance shortened, the clear traces of tears on the woman's temples caught Meng Xi's eyes.
She seemed to be dreaming.
Crying.
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