Seeing this situation.
Jiang Che, who had been standing nearby, promptly pulled out several soft Qingfeng Tissues.
He strode over on his long legs to the bedside and handed the tissues to Xiao Yaqin.
Jiang Che bent slightly at the waist, instantly transforming into a considerate gentleman as he comforted her in a gentle voice.
"Madam, you needn't be so heartbroken."
"No matter what, Little Dong's condition has finally stabilized completely."
"At the very least, he hasn't lost his life. Things aren't too bad yet, are they?"
Upon hearing this.
Xiao Yaqin accepted the tissues and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face.
She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the grief in her heart, struggling to squeeze a reluctant smile onto her tear-streaked face.
"Sir, you're right."
She raised her head, her voice trembling faintly despite her efforts to hide it.
"To have this outcome... is already quite good."
At this point, Xiao Yaqin's eyes reddened as she solemnly thanked Jiang Che once more.
"Sir, thank you so much!"
"Thank you for stepping in so generously and helping us at the most critical moment."
"If there is a next life... I, Xiao Yaqin, will work myself to the bone to repay your great kindness!"
Xiao Yaqin was truly grateful to the man before her from the bottom of her heart.
She understood better than anyone.
If Jiang Che had not spent money so freely, without even blinking, and directly paid the exorbitant medical fees for this special-care ward for an entire year.
Then, given her terrible financial situation of unemployment and cut-off income, there was no way she could have maintained Little Dong in his current vegetative state.
Even staying here for a single day, with costs exceeding ten thousand yuan, would have been enough to crush an