Several doctors and nurses gently rolled the person sitting in the wheelchair down the ramp with cautious movements.
Sitting in the wheelchair was none other than Wei Qin.
His sudden return almost scared the guards at the door to death, leaving them pale-faced. Although Wei Qin had temporarily escaped danger, his condition was still not very good. He was supposed to rest in bed at the hospital, how could he come out?
Someone hurriedly went in to report, and soon, a quick succession of footsteps could be heard from the yard. Wei Fangyi came out in a hurry, just to see his son dressed in an off-white woolen coat, sitting in the wheelchair, smiling at him.
It was still early autumn, and while others were only adding a thin layer over their short sleeves, he was already wearing a cashmere coat. The warm white of the coat couldn't compete with the paleness of his face.
