With Ji Rui's approval, Le Tong decided to stay directly in the hospital.
"Mr. Ji, can you find a nearby room with a kitchen? I'd like to make some porridge and soup for Baobao."
This time, Le Tong was no longer the same person with swollen red eyes and completely lost without direction. Having accepted reality, she quickly straightened her back, ready to fight hard for Baobao.
She was far more experienced in these matters than Ji Rui. She knew that what she needed most now was to face it with strength, rather than hiding in a corner shedding silent tears.
Ji Rui, who was usually the one giving orders, nodded obediently, took the phone outside for just a couple of minutes, and then returned, handing a bunch of keys to Le Tong.
"It's the last room on this floor. It's the director's office, with a kitchen and a lounge that you can use freely."
Le Tong took the keys and handed him a paper noting the ingredients and herbs needed for porridge and soup.
