Sighing, "Come on, I'll go with you. I need to see it myself to be at ease."
The intensive care ward and the ordinary ward where Luo Qiao was staying were not together. When the two arrived, Luo Qiao was still asleep. In fact, sleeping was a way of self-recovery.
Lu Yichen placed the lunch box down, walked over to Luo Qiao, and reached out to feel her forehead. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Luo Qiao woke up.
Luo Haotian quickly stepped closer and asked, "Qiaoqiao, you're awake. You scared dad. How are you feeling now? Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable?"
Luo Qiao's eyes were still a bit sleepy and couldn't fully open, but she managed to squeeze out a smile, "Dad, I'm fine, just too tired. A bit of rest will do."
Luo Haotian lovingly touched his daughter's hair, "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters. Are you hungry? Yichen bought food back. I'll help you sit up and eat a bit, okay?"
