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Pity the hearts of all parents in the world!
"I understand, Dad." Huo Zheqian nods, knowing that if he doesn't tell them, their hearts would be irate later on, for this is their only son.
Being a parent himself, he understands the sentiments of a parent.
Song Chunli, standing beside them, softly tries to persuade them, "Dad, Mom, you should go back first. I will stay here with him."
Old Master Huo waves his hand, saying, "It's fine. I'll stay a bit longer to keep Yingjie company, hoping he can wake up sooner upon hearing us talk."
"Is that okay?" Song Chunli looks towards Zhao Huanhuan, asking for her daughter-in-law's opinion.
Zhao Huanhuan nods, "The physician said we could talk more to Yingjie; maybe hearing the voices of his family, he could wake up."
"That's good then," Song Chunli says, "Father, Mother, don't just stand there, sit down and rest."
Old Master Huo and Old Madam Huo sit on chairs beside Huo Yingjie's bed.
Huo Zheqian goes to send a telegraph.
