But she had to reassure the elders in the family, so she would obediently follow the doctor’s instructions and go for the examinations.
Song Ziyi sighed heavily, her face filled with melancholy, "At first, we had no idea what had happened; we just heard people saying you were hospitalized. I was cursing in my heart, annoyed at whoever was spreading such confusing nonsense!"
"But deep down, I still felt worried, so I texted you, and after a long wait, you didn’t reply. I couldn’t even get through to you on the phone!"
"It was only after I had my mom call your aunt that we found out you were in a coma."
"I wanted to come see you right away, but my mom said no, arguing that your family was already in enough chaos and wouldn’t have the time to deal with us."
Lu Ning chimed in from the side, "And then you wouldn’t wake up for one day, then two days! We were almost scared to death by you!"
"It’s all my fault, my fault!" Ye Wanwan cooed, seeking forgiveness playfully.
"You’re young, but you need to take good care of your health!" Song Ziyi lectured her earnestly.
Ye Wanwan was still nodding, agreeing sincerely.
The group chatted until they had lunch at Bihai Bay and then left.
The family of three stood at the doorway of the villa, watching them go before going back inside.
Zhouzhou was already sleepy, rubbing his eyes, looking drowsy. Shen Yi was about to pick him up when Ye Wanwan beat him to it and scooped up Zhouzhou in her arms.
"Let’s go, it’s time for a nap!" Holding Zhouzhou, Ye Wanwan said as she headed upstairs.
Shen Yi watched Ye Wanwan’s retreating figure with a smile he couldn’t suppress. Since she found out about his knee discomfort yesterday, she hadn’t let him pick up Zhouzhou.
It seemed that in her eyes, he was now someone who needed care, even though she was the one who had been in a coma for days!
Shen Yi stood there quietly for a few seconds. Seeing that Ye Wanwan had already walked a good distance, he finally started to follow her.
Back in the bedroom, Ye Wanwan lay down on the bed with Zhouzhou in her arms and lay down next to him, coaxing Zhouzhou to take a nap.
Shen Yi had planned to join them, but his cell phone rang suddenly. He paused, instinctively glanced at Zhouzhou.
Fortunately, Zhouzhou wasn’t disturbed at all, and only then did Shen Yi take his phone and step out of the bedroom.
The call was from Assistant Chen. Shen Yi answered, "Hello."
"President Shen, I just went to deliver something to Wuyou and found out that Master Wangchen has passed away. Regarding this..." Assistant Chen spoke halfway before stopping, clearly waiting for Shen Yi’s response.
Wuyou, mentioned by Assistant Chen, was the young monk from the temple.
Shen Yi was startled for a moment, feeling somewhat dazed. After a long while, Shen Yi finally spoke, "Wuyou can’t handle it alone; stay there and give a hand. I’m coming over now,"
"All right," Assistant Chen quickly agreed.
After hanging up, Shen Yi was still slightly lost in thought, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Master Wangchen was sick when I visited Ling’an Temple a few days ago. I didn’t expect him to go just like that.
In a way, Master Wangchen had been a witness to my past and present lives and even lent me a lot of help.
In my last life, it was in trying to save Master Wangchen that I died. But back then, Master Wangchen was just over fifty.