Ye Zhengchen’s father reached for the papers, but Xiao Chen switched them to his other hand. “The attending physician isn’t here, but I’ve spoken with the hospital director. All procedures are complete, and we can leave anytime.”
“What is this?” the commander demanded.
“These are copied medical records.”
Upon hearing “medical records,” Ye Zhengchen’s father dropped his hand, prompting Xiao Chen to hand over the documents with both hands.
“Book five tickets to Beijing and contact the main hospital.”
“Yes!” Xiao Chen replied as he looked at me. I understood and took out my ID card, which he received with both hands before heading to book the tickets. Ye Zhengchen’s father sat on the sofa, carefully examining the medical records.
I noticed Ye Zhengchen’s deep gray eyebrows were almost furrowed, and he occasionally looked up at me, as if pondering something.
The hospital room was so quiet you could hear breathing. Two intense gazes were like lasers, almost burning me.
Since there was no avoiding it, I mustered my courage and faced them. “Uncle, Aunt, have you had breakfast? There are some breakfast items here that I just bought.”
“We ate on the plane,” Ye Zhengchen’s mother smiled slightly, her warmth increasing.
Ye Zhengchen tugged my hand, whispering, “Aren’t you hungry? Have something to eat.”
I shook my head quietly. Under such a powerful atmosphere, I could barely breathe, let alone have an appetite.
“I’m hungry and want to eat something.”
I took out the porridge and handed it to him, but he first scooped a spoonful and held it out to me, his mouth lifting with tenderness.
“Help me check if it’s too hot.”
The stern father and gentle mother in the room looked up, astonished. Their expressions proved that this young master Ye’s temperament had nothing to do with them, and that I had completely spoiled him.
Seeing his hand extended with no sign of retreat, I had to open my mouth and swallow the porridge.
The porridge was warm, melting with a soft rice fragrance.
“It’s not hot, just right.”
He used the spoon I had eaten from to scoop another spoonful, eating with relish. “Tastes good.”
I handed him a pastry. “This pastry tastes good too. Try it.”
He bit into it, looking at the dark jujube paste filling. “What is this?”
