"He Yang, He Yang, what's wrong?"
Ye Xing's anxious cries seemed to echo in his ears, but He Yang no longer had the energy to respond to it.
He didn't know how much time had passed, it could have been a night or a few days.
He Yang was awakened by a blinding light.
He tried to block the light with his hand in frustration, but he realized that his hand was being held down.
A low and slightly magnetic voice sounded in his ear.
"Don't move, there is an IV drip."
"Dad?" Hearing the familiar voice, He Yang subconsciously called out, but he quickly returned to his senses.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw his father.
At this moment, He Qiang was like an ordinary father, looking at He Yang with a worried face.
He Yang's eyes were stung by his caring gaze.
He turned his head away coldly. "What are you doing here?"
When He Qiang saw his son's attitude, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
"The doctor said that you have already developed early-stage symptoms of pneumonia. You have to rest well for the next few days. I still have a meeting. In a while, your mother... your aunt will come to see you. She will personally bring you a change of clothes and food for the next few days. Don't worry."
He Yang seemed to be angered by these words. He suddenly sat up from the bed. The aching joints all over his body made his expression fierce.
"Meetings, meetings. You will always have endless meetings. If it wasn't because you were busy working all day, why would mom divorce you! What are you doing here now? Didn't you say that I wouldn't be your son after I left that house? And that woman, I don't need her to take care of me. Keep her away from me! You can't expect me to forgive you!"
He Yang was hysterical. A surge of anger rose in his chest. He couldn't suppress it and started coughing violently.
He Qiang subconsciously took two steps forward, but when he saw his resistant and hateful gaze, he stopped again.
The expression on his face became even more serious.
"What happened between your mother and I has nothing to do with your aunt. You are still young, I don't blame you. One day, you will understand. You should rest well, I'm going now."
He Yang did not see that when his father went out, his hands were tightly clenched.
"Go, Go! I wish you would never appear in front of me again."
He Yang picked up the pillow and threw it at He Qiang. However, the pillow fell to the ground with a muffled thud when it was only a short distance away from He Qiang.
He Qiang's footsteps paused. In the end, he did not say anything and walked out on his own.
Outside the ward, Mama Chen was accompanying a beautiful woman, waiting quietly in the blind spot of He Yang's line of sight.
That woman was also carrying a small suitcase and a thermal container.
He Qiang walked out and saw them, his expression softening a little.
However, he did not immediately speak to that woman. Instead, he looked at Mama Chen, who was anxious, with a slightly ashamed expression.
"You must be Director Chen, right? I've heard of your great name. You've worked hard. This son of mine... is a little insensible. I'm sorry to have troubled you."
Mama Chen did not expect He Qiang to take the initiative to apologize. For a moment, she was at a loss.
"You're exaggerating. Speaking of which, this matter was ultimately not done well by our welfare institute. It's fine as long as you don't blame us."
He Qiang shook his head. "It's not, this is his choice, and it has nothing to do with you. In the future, do what you should do. Don't worry about us. Perhaps you can help him grow up. If you need our help, just let us know. In the future, I'll be counting on you."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mother Chen saw that He Qiang seemed to have something to say to that woman, so she said that she wanted to visit He Yang and walked into the ward.
She gave some space for He Qiang and his wife.