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Xu Ze drove along the road.
Fu Tingzhou had been dealing with business matters all day, feeling a bit tired. Pinching the bridge of his nose wearily, he said to Xu Ze, "Go to the hospital."
Qin Jianlan's hospital room.
The man pushed open the door and entered.
Qin Jianlan had still not awakened.
Just as she had been three years ago, sound asleep.
Her breathing sustained by those costly machines beside her.
Fu Tingzhou pulled over a chair and sat beside the hospital bed.
Aunt Rong poured a cup of water and came over, "Young master, you're back."
Fu Tingzhou's gaze fell on a box of pastries on the bedside table, he squinted his eyes slightly, "Has Tang Xi been here?"
Aunt Rong hesitated, then hurriedly dodged the question, "No... no..."
Miss Tang Xi had instructed her to keep her visits to see Qin Jianlan from Fu Tingzhou. Aunt Rong also knew about the conflict between Fu Tingzhou and Tang Xi, so she quickly denied it.
