Shu Shuang, who had been silent, came over with a bashful droop of her eyelids and supported her arm. Seeing the dark circles under Lian Qiao's eyes, she felt both pity and guilt, her voice slightly choked up, "Lian Zi, don't worry too much. Your chief won't take long to bounce back to life."
With a slight smile, Lian Qiao patted her hand in return, "Look at you, why the long face? He's fine!"
Just then, Xie Mingcheng, who had been waiting in the hospital all night, entered the room with breakfast. Seeing Wei Liao and another person, he set down the food box and sighed while rubbing the back of his head, a look of worry on his face, "I'm really scared that Boss... might not wake up..."
Wei Liao quickly clasped his hands together as if he were a deeply meditating monk, muttering under his breath, "Goddess of Mercy, Tathagata Buddha, Great Immortal Taiqing, heed my urgent decree... protect my boss for a long and healthy life..."
