When office hours ended that afternoon, Xia Wennan was in no mood to work overtime, so he called Ming Luchuan and they went to the hospital together. Ming Luchuan had no opinion on where Xia Wennan wanted to go, his sole request at the moment was that Xia Wennan not go anywhere alone. Xia Wennan shifted uneasily in his seat in the car. He couldn’t say he was particularly fond of Ming Sichen, and it wasn’t like this was the first time he’d realised how badly Ming Sichen was doing—however, when it came to the fact that someone had wanted to kill him, he felt inexplicably unsettled, and he couldn’t sit still even though he sat there mutely. When they arrived at the hospital, Xia Wennan assumed that Ming Qin was still around, but when they reached the door of the hospital room, he saw that the person sitting at Ming Sichen’s bedside was Ming Siyan. Xia Wennan came to a halt, and Ming Luchuan stopped just a scant few centimetres behind him. Nobody knew if Ming Siyan had noticed their arrival, but he kept his head down the entire time and never looked up. Some time later, Xia Wennan watched as he buried his face on the edge of Ming Sichen’s bed, a hand grasping Ming Sichen’s and his entire body leaning forward. It was then that he realised that Ming Siyan was crying. Ming Siyan raised his head after a while of crying, tucked Ming Sichen’s hand back under the blanket, and straightened the blanket. He then rose to his feet, at which point he spotted Xia Wennan and Ming Luchuan.
“Da-ge, Wennan.” Ming Siyan’s eyes were still stained red. Xia Wennan entered the room and asked, “Where did dad go?” “He went home first,” Ming Siyan answered.
Xia Wennan nodded, approached the bed, and examined the sleeping Ming Sichen. Ming Sichen’s condition had made no improvement. He’d been sleeping peacefully in his bed the entire time. Ming Luchuan walked in, unhurriedly made his way to the chair on the other side of the bed, and sat down. “What are your plans for tonight?” Xia Wennan asked Ming Siyan.