Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Xiao Hailan was equally worried as she watched He Qihan's retreating figure.

She turned her gaze back to Fu Zhenlong, still harboring a great deal of resentment.

If Fu Zhenlong hadn't abandoned his first love for his own future, this danger wouldn't have existed.

With a cold face, she gave her suggestion: "Fu Zhenlong, to ensure A-Shen's 100% safety, you either have to send your first love's son to prison, or you have to find a way to persuade your first love to take him away from this country."

If they're not locked up, they're like a ticking time bomb; they could easily become another Yang Guanghui. Even with bodyguards, there will always be times when you can't completely guard against them.

Fu Zhenlong thought Xiao Hailan made sense. "I'll go and have a good talk with He Meijuan tomorrow morning."

Xiao Hailan believed that Fu Zhenlong would definitely learn his lesson after this explosion.

Fu Zhenlong now shares the same goal with her: to protect their son.

"I don't care what method you use, you have to completely eliminate this safety hazard."

After giving her warning, she awkwardly turned her face away and looked elsewhere.

After giving a heavy "hmm," Fu Zhenlong remained silent.

The ward fell silent immediately.

They should have been a close family, but they all felt awkward and uncomfortable with each other.

When the on-duty doctor came in, it was clear that the atmosphere was strange.

He coughed twice and took the initiative to explain to break the awkward atmosphere, "I'm sorry, I was very busy tonight, so my two colleagues at the desk just left."

Xiao Hailan expressed her understanding and urged the doctor to examine her son as soon as possible.

The on-duty doctor recalled Fu Zhengting's attending physician's instructions and explained, "The patient is in too much pain, so a fever is unavoidable."

He gave Fu Zhengting an IV drip to reduce his fever and comforted him, saying, "The early stages are very difficult, but once you get through them, things will get much better. Please hang in there a little longer; it's already a great miracle that you woke up."

"Yes, I'll hold on until I get better," Fu Zhengting replied calmly.

Fu Zhenlong and Xiao Hailan felt a pang of heartache upon hearing their son's nonchalant tone.

They felt even worse seeing their son suffer because they couldn't bear the pain for him.

The on-duty doctor gave some instructions and then left.

Xiao Hailan saw the doctor on duty out, and after walking a short distance, she asked, "Doctor, if we continue with the aggressive treatment, when is the earliest my son will be able to get out of bed? Can you give me a rough answer?"

Although her attending physician had answered this question not long ago, she couldn't help but ask it again.

"I think your son's physical condition and endurance are better than most people's. According to previous cases, the fastest patient to get out of bed was two months, but your son should be able to get out of bed in a month." The on-duty doctor answered Xiao Hailan seriously, seeing how sincere her question was.

Xiao Hailan felt more at ease now that she had a better understanding of the situation.

She went down to the 24-hour convenience store downstairs in the inpatient building and bought towels and other daily necessities before coming back up.

Fu Zhenlong sat by his son's hospital bed, watching him receive an IV drip.

Fu Zhengting was no longer sleepy, but he didn't want to face his father, so he closed his eyes.

Fu Zhenlong could tell that he was feeling a little sad.

Xiao Hailan brought in the things she bought, took a washbasin and a towel into the bathroom, filled it with water, wrung out the towel, and placed it on Fu Zhengting's forehead. This was the only way she could use the most primitive method to cool her son down.

She said coldly to Fu Zhenlong, "You can leave. I can manage here on my own."

Fu Zhenlong was worried that Xiao Hailan would be too tired to stay awake and would want to sleep in the middle of the night.

He was hospitalized after a car accident last time, so I know all too well how hard it is to take care of someone.

His daughter and Ke Rou take turns taking care of him. Sometimes he wants to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and when he wakes up, he sees his two children dozing off, even sitting up.

He couldn't bear to wake them and wanted to handle it himself, but it was too difficult for him to do it alone, so he eventually had to trouble the children.

Last time my son injured his head, at least he could get out of bed on his own.

This time, my son was so badly injured that he couldn't get out of bed for at least the first half month. He had to eat, drink, and relieve himself all in the hospital bed. My son is such a proud person, so he must have been very upset.

Mu Tiantian will have a tough time from now on.

However, it is also an opportunity for the two children to strengthen their bond.

He replied, "Since I'm already here, I'll leave tomorrow morning. I'll go take a nap on the sofa first. Call me if you get sleepy."

With that, he went to lie down on the sofa.

Xiao Hailan was unwilling to take care of her son with Fu Zhenlong, but she could sense that Fu Zhenlong's desire to take care of his son was too strong.

I'm too lazy to waste my breath.

She continued to apply the compress to her son's forehead.

Back and forth, the towel was taken off as soon as it got hot, then wetted and wrung out again.

When Fu Zhengting felt the heat, the towel was immediately applied again.

He forced himself to sleep.

Only when I'm sleeping do I feel less uncomfortable.

He started imagining the scene of holding a wedding with Mu Tiantian after he recovered.

Sweetie prefers a simple wedding in a church.

He likes it too.

For him, a grand wedding is not the only way to be romantic.

Sweetie once said that she wanted to travel to all the beautiful mountains and rivers and eat all the delicious food in the world.

Then he would go with her.

This is his only and greatest motivation.

Just thinking about it gives me a sense of power and drive.

In order to fulfill his sweet dream as soon as possible, he had to pull himself together.

Gradually, he relaxed his tense nerves and fell asleep.

Xia Guiying lowered her head to listen, and as she listened to her son's even breathing, she could finally relax.

These agonizing nights will continue to repeat themselves.

It's only day one!

My son is in for a tough time.

Overwhelmed by fatigue and drowsiness, she yawned and couldn't help but feel sleepy.

But fearing that He Qihan might turn back, he forced himself to stay alert.

He Qihan returned to the apartment.

He lashed out and tore his briefcase to pieces.

The movement was too large, and the water glass on the table was knocked over, making a "crash" sound as it shattered.

He Meijuan, who was in the opposite room, was about to get up to go to the bathroom when she vaguely heard a sound, which startled her awake instantly.

She knocked on He Qihan's door. "Qihan, what did you drop?"

He Qihan was so focused on venting his emotions that he didn't even bother to answer his mother's questions.

He Meijuan realized something was wrong and opened the door to go inside.

Seeing her son's extreme and furious state, she was startled.

She grabbed He Qihan's wrist, stopping him from cutting any further, and looked him over, noticing he was wearing a suit instead of pajamas. She asked, "Where have you been so late?"

Glancing at the briefcase that had been shredded to pieces, she guessed, "You went to see Fu Zhenlong and had a falling out with him?"

He Qihan remained silent. The more he heard the name Fu Zhenlong, the more resentment and bitterness he felt.

He truly hated Fu Zhenlong and Fu Zhengting.

But he happens to have the same blood as them.

He felt disgusted.

Suddenly, an extreme idea flashed through my mind.

He wanted to kill the woman Fu Zhengting loved!

Then Fu Zhengting waking up this time will be meaningless.

The woman Fu Zhengting risked his life to protect—that was more satisfying than killing Fu Zhengting directly.

For Fu Zhengting, that would be a devastating blow.

Living is more painful than dying.