In front of the guardian room, outside the glass window, a tall and slender silhouette stood quietly there, his gaze resting intently on the frail figure lying on the hospital bed.
"I bet he must be that girl’s boyfriend; he’s really handsome," one observer commented.
"Right, he was in the lobby yesterday asking who had Panda Blood. The way he spoke was so cool," another chimed in.
The nurse had witnessed that scene yesterday and saw how noble and aloof Pei Yicheng usually was. Yet, for the sake of the girl in the hospital room, he had cast aside his pride, stood on chairs, begged earnestly, and eventually seemed almost desperate to inquire about everyone’s blood type.
The nurse hadn’t seen what happened afterward, but from what she heard from others, that scene was very touching.
"I think she’s really lucky to have found a man willing to put aside his pride for her," the nurse said with a sigh, stealing another glance back at the tall figure whose loving gaze was truly enviable.
"Absolutely, and she’s pretty, too," another nurse whispered to her. "When she was brought in for surgery yesterday, her face was covered in a lot of blood. It looked scary to others, but she just seemed so pitiable lying there."
"Right, I heard she’s also a student at Beining University; she’s very talented as well."
The two nurses gradually walked away.
Because of a meeting that lasted until the early hours, Pei Guozhong hadn’t visited the hospital yesterday, but he went straight there first thing in the morning.
"I heard she saved Yining?" Pei Guozhong stood beside Pei Yicheng, looking at the girl in the hospital room, her head and feet bandaged, and learned that Xu Nianhua was hit by a car because she had pushed Yining out of harm’s way.
"Yes," Pei Yicheng replied, recalling the phone call from yesterday, he fell into a contemplative silence. Even though the blood Pei Guozhong had arranged arrived a bit late, coupled with Su Yan’s blood and the blood he had managed to source, it was just enough to save Xu Nianhua’s life.
Pei Yicheng took a deep breath, turned, and saw Pei Guozhong, who was just slightly shorter than himself. He said earnestly and sincerely, "Thank you."
"Yicheng," Pei Guozhong paused before he spoke. "I am grateful to her for saving Yining, and I’m glad that she is safe. However, we must separate issues."
Pei Guozhong’s tone shifted as he looked at his increasingly accomplished son, feeling truly proud from the bottom of his heart.
There had been misunderstandings between father and son because of Du Ya. Some things he might say could potentially worsen their relationship, but he felt he still needed to say them. He glanced at Xu Nianhua in the hospital bed and said, "I know you hate me, thinking I caused your mother’s death, but no matter what, you are my son, my proudest son. Some words might sound unpleasant, but I still need to say them."
"If it’s unpleasant, then don’t say it," Pei Yicheng turned away, seemingly anticipating what would come next.
"No, I am your father. Others may not care to speak, but as your father, I must." Pei Guozhong, with a stern face and an imposing tone, said, "She’s not good enough for you. With your capabilities, after you graduate, you will certainly reach heights that others can only dream of. When it comes to choosing a partner, you should be even more..." Careful.
Before he could finish, Pei Yicheng interrupted him. He chuckled softly, retorting, "Then what were you after when you married Wan Hongxing?"
Pei Guozhong’s expression changed, and he was taken aback by Pei Yicheng’s attitude. He countered, "How can you compare the two?"
When he married Wan Hongxing, he was already successful in his career, not needing to gild the lily. What he appreciated about Wan Hongxing was her gentle and compassionate nature, her understanding heart.