Qi Yun chuckled to himself but didn't expose him, accompanying the old man to the car, instructing Eagle to take him to the hotel.
Back in the ward, Zhao Qing was already up from the bed, tiptoeing to look out of the window downstairs.
"Did he leave?"
"Yes, he did. I asked him to stay for two more days here and go to Shanghai with me the day after tomorrow."
"Oh~" Zhao Qing dragged the tone, looking smart and cheeky.
"You should go home and rest; there's a caregiver here, don't worry about me."
"No need." Qi Yun shook his head, "I'll stay here with you. I'll ask the hospital to add another bed."
The special care ward was spacious enough; adding a bed didn't feel cramped.
Qi Yun called the nurse and gave instructions, then turned back to the bed, picking up the parenting manual beside him, looking through it while occasionally glancing at Zhao Qing.
