"Xiao Ze, get some rest. I'll stay with my second brother tonight."
Meng Zhixing looked at the young man before him, who had visibly lost weight, and felt a pang of sympathy.
Things hadn't gone as Jiang Ze had hoped. Seven days had passed, and Meng Zhiyuan still lay alone in the cold hospital bed.
His vital signs remained stable, and the medical staff performed their routine checks every day. All his physical indicators were perfectly normal.
But he simply wouldn't wake up.
Almost everyone believed there was a strong chance Meng Zhiyuan would remain in a vegetative state, never to awaken.
Jiang Ze held the big shot's hand, riddled with needle marks, tightly in his own and gently shook his head.
"I'm fine."
As he spoke, he brought over a basin of warm water, wrung out a damp towel, and gently wiped Meng Zhiyuan's forehead and cheeks.
For now, he wanted to care for the big shot himself.
He knew how proud Meng Zhiyuan was and didn't want anyone else to see the man in such a vulnerable state.
Seeing his determination, Meng Zhixing sighed and set down the things he had bought.
"Call me if anything happens, or call Mu Shaoxuan and the others. Don't shoulder everything alone. Your body won't be able to take it."
Meng Zhixing couldn't help marveling at his second brother's luck in finding someone as wonderful as Xiao Ze.
Jiang Ze smiled and nodded.
Only after Meng Zhixing left did the smile slowly fade from his face. His hands never stopped their gentle wiping.
He carefully lifted Meng Zhiyuan's hospital gown. Although his injuries and coma had made him much thinner, the man's physique was still incredible.
Blushing, Jiang Ze wiped down his entire body. This was something he made sure to do