What did he mean by that?
Was he simply coming over to compliment her on her psychological resilience?
Bai Yuejie cared a great deal, and only after Bao Gui’s figure had disappeared from her line of sight did she turn her head back and look toward the door of the ward.
Yun Du was standing at the door, while Tang Jingming sat on a chair, pretending as if he hadn’t seen anything.
The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
Bai Yuejie also found a place to sit down, feeling inexplicably suffocated in her heart.
Meanwhile, inside the hospital room.
Grandma Shi’s tears almost fell when she saw Shi Lingyan.
Shi Lingyan leaned against the head of the bed, his body so thin it seemed he had only a few ounces of flesh left, his entire face significantly smaller.
Looking straight at him, one could clearly see his protruding Adam’s apple and collarbone.
Because of his prolonged unconsciousness, Shi Lingyan still lacked the strength to breathe on his own, and he was wearing an oxygen mask.
Hearing the noise from the door, Shi Lingyan turned his head slightly to see his grandparents, and he managed to open his eyes a bit more.
Grandma Shi walked up to him with a heart full of sorrow, "Ling Yan, my Ling Yan, oh my goodness."
Grandma Shi sat down beside Shi Lingyan, took his hand, and said with distress, "Does it still hurt? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
He had already answered these questions once, but seeing his grandmother’s about-to-cry face, he endured and said, "It doesn’t hurt, don’t cry."
He would have been better off not speaking; as soon as he opened his mouth, the hoarseness of his voice caused Grandma Shi’s heart to shatter, and she wept openly, saying, "How can it not hurt? The bullet went in, and the bone is fractured. The doctors said you must be careful with this hand from now on, and you can’t exert force anymore. What are we going to do!"
Shi Lingyan, helpless, replied, "If I can’t exert force then I won’t, don’t cry."
But how could Grandma Shi control herself? Once she began crying, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.
Shi Lingyan had no choice but to raise his voice a bit, shouting with difficulty, "Grandpa..."
Grandpa Shi was also close to tears, but he had better control than his wife.
Hearing his grandson’s strained call, he quickly remembered the doctor’s words and moved forward, saying, "Look, Ling Yan can barely speak, and yet you’re still crying here, claiming you love your grandson!"
Grandma Shi quickly wiped away her tears, pitifully saying, "I just can’t help it. He’s been asleep for nearly a month now; I thought he wasn’t going to make it, it scared me to death, sob sob..."
Grandpa Shi couldn’t take any more of this and promptly pressed his wife’s head against his shoulder, comforting her, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Ling Yan’s awake now, everything will get better." Follow current novels on novel·fire.net
By the time Grandma Shi’s crying had slightly subsided, Shi Lingyan was already exhausted and about to fall asleep.
Only then did Grandma Shi come to her senses and said, "Are you hungry? Aunt Chen made some soup for you. You can’t eat anything else right now, only some soup without salt and sugar. I’ll get you a bowl."
Shi Lingyan shook his head faintly, "No need. Where’s Shi Mei?"
Grandma Shi paused, and Grandpa Shi also didn’t know how to start talking.
Seeing their reactions, Shi Lingyan’s heart sank, "Where is she?"
"She left," Grandma Shi said with conviction, "After she brought you to the hospital, she woke up three days later. As soon as her mind was back to normal, she couldn’t wait to divorce you and separate. As soon as she got the divorce papers, she ran off!"
Shi Lingyan was somewhat bewildered and repeated faintly, "She got back to normal?"
Grandpa Shi sighed softly, "This time, we really have to thank Shi Mei. If it weren’t for Shi Mei’s timely recovery, I’m afraid your life wouldn’t have been saved."