The man took a few steps, bent down, and picked up the cigarette butt on the ground.
"Bang~"
The trash can lid shut with a somewhat grating sound.
The man headed toward the woman's hospital room.
He hadn't gone far.
One, two, three...
This was the place.
Just a few minutes later, the man was standing in front of the hospital room again.
Just as he was about to push the door open, a nurse hurried out, looking flustered.
He promptly moved to one side, narrowly avoiding a collision.
The nurse still looked shaken.
When she got a good look at the man's face, her eyes lit up. "Mister Tao, you're back already?"
"Mm."
The man smiled. "I was still in the hospital."
Still in the hospital?
The nurse was taken aback, then realized he hadn't left the hospital at all.
Thinking of the request he'd made earlier, she couldn't help feeling that this couple had a wonderful relationship.
"Sorry."
The man gestured for the nurse to move aside.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enter the room.
"Oh, sorry."
The nurse hurriedly stepped aside, murmuring as if to herself, or perhaps explaining, "I still need to get Doctor Cen."
"The patient isn't doing very well."
The man paused.
The patient wasn't doing very well?
But hadn't she woken up?
The next second, he strode into the room.
The woman was sitting upright on the hospital bed.
Her head was bowed, and her long hair fell forward, hiding her expression from view.
But the man's gaze fell on her hands, resting on the blanket.
Her fingers, which he remembered as long and pale, now looked almost skeletal, tinged with an unnatural blue.
"Mister Tao."
At the sight of him, the doctor and nurse at the side