They were escorted by a helicopter to the airport, their belongings safely stored in a box under special protection. Seeing this, Tang Zhinian felt a bit embarrassed. Did they really need to baby these items? At home, they just tossed stuff into the fridge. He even had to dig around in the fridge before he found them.
The plane he was on was luxurious and private, carrying only him and Chengcheng, along with a few doctors dressed in protective suits. Chengcheng, the naïve kid, was still peering out the window at the fluffy clouds below.
At the sight of this, Tang Zhinian couldn't help but give a bitter smile. What a silly son he has.
Tang Yuxin opened the door to the ward and stepped inside – the woman in the room was still unconscious.
She walked over, sat down, then reached out to grasp the woman's wrist, pressing her finger on her Hegu Acupoint. As she pressed down, the woman's delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, showing signs of waking.
