After the doctor had examined Zhao Siqing carefully and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her, Huo Jingchen let them go.
However, Zhao Siqing still did not wake up. It continued until the morning of the third day, and she still had no intention of waking up.
Huo Jingchen became more and more irritable, and there seemed to be a few flames burning in his head at all times.
The Huo family had gathered a team of experts from both domestic and foreign countries to study it carefully for a long time, but they still could not give an explanation as to why Zhao Siqing was still unconscious.
Huo Jingchen smashed everything in the ward into pieces, and the pressure around him became lower and lower.
Zhao Siqing still cried from time to time, but no matter how much Huo Jingchen talked to her, she refused to wake up.
"Mr. Huo... don't worry too much, young Madam's health is still good, " a specialist said uneasily, facing Huo Jingchen's malicious gaze.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were bloodshot, and he sneered, "Ha, good? Do you want me to let you be 'good' like this for the rest of your life? "
She had been lying in bed for three days without any reaction, yet these quack doctors were telling him that she was fine!
Did they take him for a fool?
The doctors looked at each other, unable to give a precise explanation.
At this moment, a sharp-eyed doctor said anxiously, "it's moving... It's moving! Young Madam's finger is moving! "
When the group of experts heard this, they quickly went forward to check on Zhao Siqing's condition.
Huo Jingchen held his breath as he nervously stared at the pale-faced woman on the hospital bed. It was obvious that the nerves that had been tensing up were about to crush him.
Not long after, Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes as her long eyelashes fluttered.
Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something but was afraid that he would disturb her. After a long while, a hoarse voice came from his throat, "Qingqing... "
The man in front of him was Pale and his eyes were bloodshot. There were two patches of black and blue under his eyes, and even a lot of stubble had grown out.
The moment she saw him, Zhao Siqing's tears rolled down uncontrollably and became more and more fierce.
Huo Jingchen was a little anxious. He held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "don't cry. Does it hurt somewhere? "
Zhao Siqing wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that she could hardly make a sound.
However, when she heard his words, her tears flowed more and more violently.
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows, turned his head and grabbed the doctor who was closest to him. He asked in a deep voice, "what's wrong with her? "
The doctor was also shocked when he saw the pair of malicious eyes. When he came back to his senses, he could not give a specific explanation, and the beads of sweat on his forehead grew more and more.
Zhao Siqing struggled to raise her arm and gently tugged at the corner of Huo Jingchen's shirt. With some difficulty, she said, "I'm fine. "
Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen regained some of his rationality.
He poured a glass of water for her and carefully helped her up. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "are you feeling unwell? "
Zhao Siqing shook her head gently, but she was a little absent-minded when she looked at the man in front of her.
In her dream, she had gone to her past life, to places that she had never seen before.
She had seen the struggles and hesitation behind his cruelty and cruelty, as well as the pain and violence that he endured and calmed down. She had seen him struggle to stand up step by step all those years ago, and she had also seen his insincerity and pain.
She finally understood that there were so many things that he did not have a choice in. She finally understood that even if he was a crazy person, he was also a crazy person who wanted to protect her.