The hospital room was silent. The person in the bed was silent too, the stillness so suffocating it was hard to breathe.
Qin Qian lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her parents stood beside her, their eyes full of worry, yet they did not know what to say. Qin Chuan sat on a stool, completely drained. Xie Qiao stood nearby with reddened eyes. She was moved by Qin Qian's fierce devotion to love and saddened by what had happened to her.
Wang Yan pushed open the door and walked into the room, finding precisely that scene.
"Why isn't anyone saying anything? A whole room full of people just staring at each other." He spoke at a thoroughly inappropriate moment. Qin Qian glanced at him expressionlessly from the bed, then returned to staring blankly at the ceiling.
Father Qin took two steps forward and shook Wang Yan's hand with both of his. "You're Boss Wang, Wang Yan, right? Oh, we've caused you so much trouble. Thank you, thank you..."
"Uncle Qin, no need to be so polite. Qin Qian and I have known each other for four years, and Qin Chuan's been hovering around in front of me all this time. We're not strangers. It was just a small favor."
Wang Yan had found a doctor and helped arrange a private intensive-care room. The service they received in the hospital was not quite the best available, but it was still very good—something the Qin family could never have arranged on their own.
After patting Father Qin on the shoulder, Wang Yan walked over to the bed and looked at her. At last, Qin Qian's gaze settled on his face, and she stared at him without blinking.
"Let me tell you some good news."
Wang Yan reached over