Moreover, it was the middle of the night, so how could she appear here?
Huo Yishan glanced at her and didn’t intend to answer her question.
Instead, Li Yuan walked over and looked at Tang Yuyan, "She has just regained vital signs, which isn’t the same as being out of danger."
Upon hearing this, a tightness clutched at Tang Yuyan’s heart, and she looked at Li Yuan in disbelief, "Do you mean she is still in danger?"
"Yes," Li Yuan nodded, "Whether she can make it through tonight is still uncertain."
Tang Yuyan felt as if struck by lightning. She didn’t understand why, upon hearing that Gu Qiangwei was still in danger, her heart would ache so painfully. She gasped for air as if the one lying on the hospital bed was a beloved family member, dear to her heart.
Seeing her body suddenly sway, Li Yuan quickly stepped forward to support her and couldn’t understand why she was so concerned about Qiangwei, and her reaction seemed to suggest that Qiangwei’s life or death mattered greatly to her?
Noticing her pale face, Li Yuan was about to assist her into the ward and let her rest on the nearby sofa for a while.
But just as he stepped into the ward, Qin Sijue’s cold voice rang out, "Get out."
Li Yuan’s steps halted, and he turned just to see his cold, merciless profile.
No wonder. As well-intentioned as Mrs. Nangong was, she was still part of the Nangong family. No wonder Sijue disliked her.
"Mrs. Nangong, let me assist you for a check-up, your complexion does not look good."
Regarding Qin Sijue’s attitude, Tang Yuyan did not mind and was well aware of his hatred for the Nangong family members.
She waved her hands and shook her head slightly, "I’m fine, thank you."
Pushing away Li Yuan’s arm, she turned and left Gu Qiangwei’s ward, but before leaving, she couldn’t help but take one more glance at Gu Qiangwei.
Li Yuan stood at the door, watching her from a distance, with a slight frown on his brow.
It was said that this Mrs. Nangong wasn’t Nangong Feifei’s biological mother, and indeed, not being biologically related, their characters were entirely different.
If only Nangong Feifei had half of her kindness, Qiangwei might not be lying here now.
Turning his head to look at Gu Qiangwei on the hospital bed, Li Yuan’s mood was still very heavy.
This time they had brought her back, but would there be a next time?
He looked down dejectedly, not daring to imagine if her heart stopped again, whether he could still pull Gu Qiangwei back from the brink of death.
The night deepened gradually.
Outside the window, a streak of dawn cast over the eastern sky.
As the day began to lighten, neither Qin Sijue, Li Yuan, nor Huo Yishan dared to leave the room for even a moment.
Because in the following hours, Gu Qiangwei’s heart might stop at any time.
Huo Yishan leaned in the sofa, squinting for over an hour, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already brightly lit outside.
She glanced at the blanket over her, slightly startled, not knowing who had covered her with it.
Looking up, Qin Sijue was still sitting by the bed. He seemed to have not closed his eyes all night, his clear eyes constantly fixed on the person on the bed.
Turning her head, she saw Li Yuan sitting at the round table, leaning his head on his arm, taking a short nap.
Looking at the time on her wrist, it was already seven o’clock.
Turning again, she checked the heart monitor, which was very stable.
Having passed the night peacefully, could it mean that Qiangwei’s condition was improving?
Huo Yishan thought to herself, glanced at Qin Sijue, didn’t make a sound, but turned and left the ward.
Perhaps it was the sound of the door opening that woke Li Yuan; his slightly furrowed brow also woke up.