In the hospital, the doctor was nervously removing sutures from Xiaolu. Even more anxious than the doctor were Xiaolu herself and Tianhao standing beside her.
Xiaolu was nervous because she was afraid the accident would damage her face. If her appearance was ruined, her future would be bleak. She had already experienced a miscarriage, and if there were scars on her face, it would be unlikely for anyone to marry her.
Tianhao was nervous because he was eager to see what this woman in front of him really looked like.
The nurse who spoke with Xiaolu last night was now holding a mirror in front of her. As the doctor slowly removed the gauze from her face, the room became extremely quiet, with only the sound of the monitoring devices attached to Tianchen making a "tick-tock" noise.
When Xiaolu's face completely appeared in the mirror, she exclaimed with joy, "Wonderful, there are no scars at all!"
However, Tianhao's expression changed from intense anticipation to great disappointment. "Although my brother has suffered emotionally, he wouldn't lower his taste to such an extent. This woman in front of me looks ordinary; she's not much better than someone who's been disfigured. I thought there would be a face behind the gauze comparable to Cleopatra."
As for Lin Yuanxiang, there was no hint of what he was thinking on his face. Naturally, he wouldn't judge this girl solely based on her appearance. If Tianchen really liked her, she must have exceptional qualities.
"President Lin, congratulations. Your daughter-in-law has recovered quite well. It seems you can take her home. However..." The doctor turned his worried gaze to Lin Tianchen beside him, "However, the situation of the Mr.Lin has not improved. If this continues, he may... become a vegetative state."
"What!" Lin Yuanxiang's hand slapped heavily on Xiaolu's bed, startling her.
"Dr. Sun, regardless of the cost, wake Tianchen up for me. If he wakes up, Shenghua Group will fund the construction of another 30-story outpatient building for St. Ann Hospital."
"Thank you, President Lin. We will do our best. Even if you don't spend money, we doctors will do our best to save lives..."
"All right, Dr. Sun, please help her with the discharge procedures quickly. I will take her home later."
"Sure, President Lin. You can rest assured."
...
The sunlight outside was really good. Supported by two maids, Xiaolu carefully walked out of the main gate of St. Ann Hospital. According to the doctor, she had been in a coma for more than a week. Seeing the sunlight and blue sky again, she felt great.
In front of the hospital gate, two cars were parked. Fang Xiaolu wasn't familiar with luxury cars, but she knew that these cars were long and seemed to be reserved for wealthy people. Could it be Lin Yuanxiang's car?
Sure enough, Lin Yuanxiang turned around and said to her, "Tianhao and I will ride in the front car, while Mrs. Qing and Mrs. Zhang will accompany you in the back car. It's more convenient for them to take care of you. I have instructed the driver to drive slowly to avoid affecting your wound."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Lin."
With the support of the maids, Xiaolu got into the extended Lincoln at the back. Wow, this car is so big. There are even two TVs, a refrigerator, and a liquor cabinet inside. It's amazing; is this a car or a convenience store?
"Young Madam, after we get home, you must rest well. I'll make you some nourishing soup. Your body is too weak," Mrs. Qing said, looking at Xiaolu's happy face, expressing concern for her health.
"Are you talking to me?" Xiaolu felt uncomfortable with this title, making her sounds like an old lady.
"Yes, Young Madam." Mrs. Qing smiled and said, "Although you haven't officially become a member of the family, in our eyes, you are already the Young Madam. After all, you were pregnant with the Young Master's child."
Mrs. Wang stared at Mrs. Qing, signaling her not to continue. It wasn't appropriate to mention the child in front of someone who had a miscarriage.
Mrs. Qing hurriedly slapped herself twice, "Look at my mouth, it's really damned. Young Madam, forgive me."
Xiaolu quickly grabbed Mrs. Qing's hand, "Don't worry, Mrs. Qing, it's okay. I'm still young and can have children in the future."
Xiaolu had already let go of the matter concerning the child. After all, her decision to keep the child was impulsive. In fact, it would be difficult for her to support the child alone, and growing up without a father would not be good for the child's future.
"We've arrived, we've arrived, Young Madam. Look, we're home." Following Mrs. Qing's pointing finger, Xiaolu saw a spectacular villa.
"So beautiful." A three-story villa with European design, shining brightly under the sunlight, resembled a palace from a myth.
Is this the place where I'm going to live?! Xiaolu's heart was enchanted.