The Jiang family’s hospital was chosen far away from the noisy city. There was no car whistle and crowd noise. The ward was also very quiet, and time flowed with the air.
The warm yellow bedside lamp shone on Frederick Fu’s face, and the fine fluff on his face could be seen.
Henry Jiang noticed that Frederick Fu’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and he was about to wake up, but Henry Jiang hadn’t figured out how to tell Frederick Fu about it later.
Not long afterwards, Frederick Fu opened his eyes and looked at the white snow on his head. He was in a daze. After a while, he remembered what happened before he passed out. He turned his head slightly and looked at Henry Jiang.
Henry Jiang stood quietly not far from his hospital bed, looking down at his stomach, the expression in his eyes seemed a bit heavy.
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