Keeping the promise

Chapter 297 Fragile Porcelain Doll

Everyone felt heartbroken when they saw Zheng Wancheng's haggard appearance.

Her eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles under them, her face was sallow, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks.

Everyone urged her to take a rest, their voices filled with concern and worry.

She was still murmuring the words "unknown number", her voice weak and hollow, as if her soul had left her body.

He took two steps forward mechanically, his steps were light and each step felt like he was stepping on cotton.

Suddenly, she felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and the whole world seemed to be spinning. The surrounding scene became blurry, like a painting soaked in water.

Her body fell forward involuntarily and she tried to reach out and grab something to keep her balance, but her hands waved weakly in the air a few times and she caught nothing.

Just when she was about to fall heavily to the ground, Xiao Yuzhou rushed forward. His movements were as fast as the wind, and the corners of his clothes brought up a breeze.

He caught her in time, and held her waist and back tightly with both hands, fearing that she would get hurt.

"Wancheng!" Xiao Yuzhou called out her name anxiously, his voice full of panic. His heartbeat accelerated instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zheng Wancheng had already lost consciousness, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a fragile porcelain doll. His body was limply leaning in Xiao Yuzhou's arms, without any reaction.

"Hurry, call a doctor!" Li Yunxuan shouted loudly, his voice became sharp due to nervousness, breaking the brief silence in the corridor.

Suddenly, the corridor was in a state of panic. Some people rushed to the nurses' station to call for a doctor, some gathered around Zheng Wancheng, not knowing what to do, and some people paced back and forth anxiously.

The sounds of footsteps and shouts intertwined together, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

When Zheng Wancheng slowly woke up, he saw the concerned faces of Li Yunxuan and Zheng Zihui.

The two of them stood by the bed, staring at her without blinking, with nervous and expectant expressions. Li Yunxuan frowned, and Zheng Zihui held the edge of the bed tightly.

Seeing her wake up, Li Yunxuan hurriedly asked, "Mom, do you feel unwell?" His voice was anxious and his eyes were full of worry. He moved in front of Zheng Wancheng and carefully observed her expression.

Zheng Wancheng's throat was very dry, as if it had been burned by fire. She opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Water..." Every time she spoke a word, she felt an extremely sore throat.

Li Yunxuan quickly helped her up, his movements were so gentle as if she was a fragile treasure. He carefully handed the cup of water to her mouth and fed her little by little.

Water flowed down the corners of her mouth, and Li Yunxuan quickly wiped it gently with a tissue.

After drinking a few sips of water, Zheng Wancheng felt a little better. She couldn't wait to ask, "How's Yun Ting?" Her eyes were anxious, and her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Zheng Zihui quickly spoke to comfort her, "Mom, Dad is no longer in danger and has been transferred to the intensive care unit. You don't have to worry. Take care of yourself first, and when you recover we will go to see Dad together." Zheng Zihui's voice was crisp and steady with a hint of understanding, and his little hand gently rested on Zheng Wancheng's hand.

After hearing this, Zheng Wancheng breathed a sigh of relief and his tense body relaxed a little, but his eyes were still full of worry and concern.

She murmured to herself, "Really? That's good, that's good..." Her eyes still unconsciously looked outside the ward.

After Zheng Wancheng recovered, he quickly handed over all the matters at hand to Xiao Yuzhou.

When Xiao Yuzhou took the documents, Zheng Wancheng said solemnly: "Yuzhou, I'll leave these to you. I don't have the energy to take care of other things now." Xiao Yuzhou nodded solemnly and promised to take care of it.

Zheng Wancheng arranged for Li Yunxuan to handle Li Yunting's company affairs. Li Yunxuan agreed a little nervously but firmly. Zheng Wancheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yunxuan, Mom believes you can do it."

After that, she focused her attention on the hospital every day, taking care of Li Yunting wholeheartedly.

Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the ward through the window, and Zheng Wancheng came to Li Yunting's bedside early.

She picked up a basin of warm water, soaked the towel in it, wrung it dry, and then gently wiped Li Yunting's face.

Every movement was filled with love. She said gently, "Yun Ting, it's a new day. You have to get better soon." Her voice was as soft as the breeze.

During the day, she sat beside the bed, holding Li Yunting's hand, her eyes full of affection and memories.

"Yun Ting, do you remember the first time we met? You were so serious at that time, and I thought you were difficult to get along with. I didn't expect that later..." There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had returned to that beautiful moment.