Qin Yun picked up his phone and called Zhou Yang, asking him to book plane tickets.
Gu Qichen, who had been standing by the side, spoke up, "The plane has already been arranged."
Qin Yun shot him a cold glance.
Gu Qichen said calmly, "You don't want to waste time, do you?"
At four in the afternoon, the Ming family arrived at the hospital.
Ming Yusheng looked worried, "Will there be any problems with transferring hospitals at this time?"
Shen Bin assured them repeatedly.
Fang Meiyan tugged at Ming Yusheng, "Just believe Director Shen!"
She then looked at Ming Yuzhu beside her, "Sister, I'll go back to Qingcheng with you. Qin Yun has to manage the company, and you'll be alone taking care of He'er, which will be too much. I'll go back and help you for a while, and I'll return after He'er is better."
Ming Yuzhu was stunned, "How can that be?"
She had no idea when her daughter would wake up. According to the chief doctor in Haicheng, Qin He might become a vegetative state.
Fang Meiyan's expression was resolute, "This matter arose because of the Ming family. If He'er hadn't stood up for us back then, Lin Lei wouldn't have held a grudge against her. I'm just going to take care of her for a while. Sister, please agree."
Ming Yuzhu looked at Qin He on the hospital bed. She was indeed overwhelmed.
"Thank you, Meiyan."
The news of Qin He's injury was still being kept from Old Mrs. Qin.
By evening, all the procedures for Qin He's transfer had been completed. The group boarded Gu Qichen's private jet directly from the helipad on the top floor of the Haicheng Hospital—
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In a two-story detached building at Qingcheng First Hospital, Qin He lay quietly in bed.
Ming Yuzhu sat beside her, looking somewhat haggard.
"He'er, when will you wake up? Mom misses you so much."
The longer Qin He lay unconscious, the heavier everyone's hearts became.
"He'er, if you don't wake up soon, you'll miss your son's full moon celebration," Ming Yuzhu whispered in Qin He's ear.
Fang Meiyan was now at home taking care of Qin He's son.
Ming Yuzhu stayed at Qingcheng First Hospital to look after Qin He.
Fortunately, there were maids at home to help them on both sides, otherwise, the two of them would have been completely exhausted.
The news of Qin He's serious injury was tightly guarded by the Qin family.
When Qin He left Qingcheng before, she had told her master and some friends that she would be back in two months.
Since the time had not yet come, no one suspected anything was wrong.
It wasn't until nightfall that Ming Yuzhu got up to leave.
She stayed with Qin He during the day and night, and over time, her body became weak. At night, she had to go home and switch shifts with Fang Meiyan.
Fang Meiyan would come to the hospital to accompany Qin He.
Their shifts were timed to allow for the two-hour travel time between them.
As soon as Ming Yuzhu left the room, the window in the ward quietly opened.
Gu Qichen entered the ward and sat by Qin He's bedside.
"He'er, I'm here."
"I've already found the person who hurt you. Don't worry, he will never appear again."
Gu Qichen reached out and held Qin He's hand on the bed. A month had passed, and Qin He had been surviving on nutritional drips. But even the best nutritional supplements couldn't replace the nutrition from real food.
Qin He hadn't gained weight when she was pregnant, but now, after giving birth and suffering a serious injury, she had been enduring this for a month. Her arms were slightly bony.
"If you don't wake up soon, I really don't know how to persuade you," Gu Qichen said with a bitter smile, his gaze on Qin He filled with helplessness and affection.
He talked to Qin He for two hours, then checked the time.
He heard the sound of a car stopping downstairs. Gu Qichen leaned down, kissed Qin He's forehead, and then turned to leave.
A few minutes later, Fang Meiyan entered the ward.
She glanced at the still slightly swaying curtain, walked over and closed the window again, then returned to the bedside, poured some water, and carefully wiped Qin He's face and hands.
"He'er, when your aunt was feeding your son formula today, he let out a burp and blew a bubble. He was so cute."
Fang Meiyan chattered softly.
Now Qin Yun also visited Qin He every day. Everyone who saw Qin He would talk to her incessantly.
They all felt that if they talked long enough, perhaps one day Qin He would wake up and answer them with a smile.
...
Qin He's vision was hazy. With a momentary distraction, she found herself sitting on a windowsill. The room was quiet, and the sky outside was overcast.
She yawned and lazily looked at the scenery downstairs.
From this window, she could see a large garden and an endless forest.
This was a private estate.
A clear chime of a bell rang out, and a sweet smile bloomed on Qin He's lips.
Gu Qichen should be back.
She lifted the hem of her worn-out nightgown, jumped down from the windowsill, put on her slippers, and hurried downstairs.
In the kitchen on the first floor, the chicken soup simmered, bubbling.
With a heart full of happiness, Qin He carried the prepared dishes one by one to the table.
Afterward, she carefully wiped her hands and joyfully ran to the door.
From the door, she could see the black car stopping.
The man she regarded as a god descended from the car.
Gu Qichen's expression was cold as he walked into the house without looking aside.
Qin He felt her heart pounding wildly.
However, after entering the house, Gu Qichen walked straight through without looking at anything.
He clearly passed the dining table, but he didn't even notice it.
A sharp pain shot through Qin He's heart as she watched Gu Qichen go upstairs. He must be heading to the study, right?
She lowered her head, looked at the table full of food, and then put it away one by one.
He must be going to work in the study, so Qin He ran to the coffee machine nearby and started grinding coffee beans...
It hurts so much, my head hurts so much—
After a bout of dizziness, her vision suddenly turned dark.
In this darkness, a man suddenly pressed down on her, smelling strongly of alcohol.
The pain of being penetrated made Qin He cry out in pain.
"Gu Qichen—"
The man behind her showed no pity and said indifferently, "Don't speak!"
She obediently closed her mouth, digging her fingernails into the sheets, letting the pain turn into wisps of air that she forcibly swallowed.
Qin He felt as if her heart had been gouged out, and then bloody snow was sprinkled into the wound.
It was both painful and cold.
In a long, vivid flashback, Qin He repeatedly took contraceptive pills that made her allergic.
Until the very end.
"Qin He, let's get a divorce."
Gu Qichen, Gu Qichen—
Qin He wanted to call out his name, but found herself completely unable to make a sound.
...
Qingcheng First Hospital.
In the early morning, Qin He opened her eyes.
Fang Meiyan, who was sleeping on the pull-out bed beside the main bed, was not yet awake. The entire room was quiet—