It was already 2 a.m., and Yang Zijing left in such a hurry that he forgot to bring his cellphone.
Standing by the window and looking outside, there wasn't a soul in sight.
In the silence, a buzzing sound came from the bed, and Jin Qiu immediately walked over to see an unfamiliar number on the phone's screen.
"Hello?"
"Haven't slept?"
Recognizing the voice, Jin Qiu quickly asked, "How's Qinghong doing?"
He knew this woman would be too worried to sleep, so he borrowed a phone from the hospital, "The fever has gone down, and he's still on an IV."
"Ah? Doesn't that take a long time? Should I come over and take over for you? You have work tomorrow."
"When you asked me to wake up this afternoon, why didn't you think about me having to go to work?" Yang Zijing chuckled, "You go back to sleep. I'll sleep a bit at the hospital, and I'll only be back in the morning."
Reassured by her words, Jin Qiu reluctantly felt at ease, and after some more chatter, they finally hung up.
