Sister Hua put down her phone and turned to Ling Chuxia, saying, "Young Madam, the young master will arrive shortly."
Ling Chuxia nodded faintly and said nothing. She lifted her eyes to the window, where the morning light streamed in, illuminating her pale and delicate face.
Sister Hua wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak, merely sighing softly.
The car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, and Old Zhu got out first, opening the rear door.
Shi Che took long strides as he got out of the car and walked towards the hospital. Xiao Zhao and Old Zhu exchanged a glance and did not follow.
Shi Che walked through the long corridor of the hospital, step by step nearing the ward. That feeling of despair at parting seemed still to ripple in his chest, and however great his reluctance and despair were, they could not outweigh his feelings for Ling Chuxia.
Even with his reluctance, he could not let this feeling make him lose Ling Chuxia and their child.
As he reached the door of the ward, Shi Che’s steps paused briefly. He looked up at the closed door, his hands clenched. Somehow, at this moment, his heart started to beat a little faster, feeling a mix of emotions flowing, a slight nervousness of approaching home.
After all, although their child was schemed into existence, it was still his and Chuxia’s child, his first child. He was about to become a father...
The word "father" entered his mind, warming his heart inexplicably. His lips even unconsciously curved, brushing past a subtle smile.
It took him a while to collect himself before he reached out, turned the door lock, and slowly pushed the door open.
With the door opening, he could immediately see Ling Chuxia sitting on the bed. In just a few days, she seemed to have rapidly thinned, the loose hospital gown hanging on her slender body as if a child had borrowed an adult’s clothes. Her cheeks were colorless, her lips tinged with pallor, and her expression indifferent, even desolate. She was quietly looking out the window, so still, she seemed almost nonexistent.
Shi Che’s heart jolted as if stabbed by something sharp.
He knew Chuxia had been in a car accident, but at that time, the doctor had told him it was nothing serious and that she just needed rest. Since she was in the hospital, he was not worried about her safety.
But several days had passed, why hadn’t she improved at all? Instead, why had she become so thin and pale?
Shi Che was so shaken that he could barely move, but when Sister Hua saw Shi Che, she hurriedly greeted him respectfully, "Young master, you’re here."
Hearing Sister Hua’s voice, Shi Che took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil inside him, and composed himself before nodding faintly at Sister Hua, "Hmm."
Sister Hua glanced unconsciously at Ling Chuxia, who showed no reaction; Sister Hua sighed softly and said, "Young master, then I will step out now."
After Sister Hua left, only two people remained in the ward, and it became so quiet that one could almost hear a pin drop.
Shi Che stood still for a while before finally stepping forward, his gaze resting on Ling Chuxia’s profile as he spoke in a low voice, "Chuxia..."
He had barely called out Chuxia’s name when Ling Chuxia immediately responded. Shi Che paused in his speech, then uttered a faint hum, waiting for her to speak.