Ji Ting tightened his grip on the door handle, then pushed the door open in one go.
Liao Kai turned at the sound, delight instantly spreading across his face. "Second Young Master, you're here."
"Mm." Ji Ting deliberately avoided looking at Ji Yanzhi on the hospital bed and turned to close the door.
By the time he turned back, Liao Kai had already moved a chair beside the bed for him. "Second Young Master, sit here."
Ji Ting stood in silence for a moment, then walked over and sat down.
Ji Yanzhi lay on the hospital bed with his head tilted slightly to one side, still unconscious.
Ji Ting studied him, a faint crease unconsciously forming between his brows.
I don't think I've ever seen Ji Yanzhi looking unkempt.
The man was always impeccably groomed and refined from head to toe. His obsession with cleanliness meant even his nails were trimmed into perfect curves.
He had never looked like this before, his face covered in stubble and his hair a complete mess.
Ji Ting withdrew his gaze and turned his head slightly. "Has a doctor examined him since he got back?"
"Yes," Liao Kai replied. "They took blood for testing as soon as he arrived. The results should be out soon."
Ji Ting had already read Ji Yanzhi's medical records. Since the illness had been triggered by his emotional state, the doctor had prescribed muscle relaxants and medication to stabilize his mood, in addition to anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers.
"Second Young Master." Watching his expression, Liao Kai ventured, "President Ji has been in a terrible state these past few days. He's been unconscious most of the time, and when he wakes up, he won't eat or take his medicine. The doctor said he's lost all motivation."
At those words, Ji