But regardless, it’s better not to divorce if possible. They were from the older generation and still held onto old ideas. Besides, Wenwen was so young; becoming a child from a single-parent family wouldn’t be good for his growth.
Although in this world, it’s not difficult for divorced women to find new partners, especially for someone of Wang Zhao’s caliber, the overall quality would inevitably decline. Moreover, remarrying and finding a new man would mean a stepfather for Wenwen. As the saying goes, with a stepfather comes a stepmother. Zhang Ke didn’t want these two to divorce.
But if they really couldn’t continue living together, he couldn’t stop them either. A thousand words tangled in his heart, finally condensing into one sentence, “Do what you think is best. Think carefully before making a decision. As long as you don’t regret it in the end, it’s fine.”
Wang Zhao nodded.
Only then did Zhang Ke have the energy to bring up something else: “What about Wenwen? If you can’t take care of him, you can send him over. Your mom and I can help look after him for a while.”
“There’s no need. I have Uncle Yang, and it doesn’t require much effort usually,” Wang Zhao refused Zhang Ke’s offer, starting the car again. “I’ll go back for a bit now. When Zhenguan gets better, I’ll give you a call.”
After she finished speaking, she watched the car leave. Halfway through, she received a phone call from Uncle Yang.
“Uncle Yang?” Thinking something might have happened to Wenwen, she quickly answered the call, “Did something happen to Wenwen?”
“No, no,” Uncle Yang hurriedly denied. He seemed hesitant to speak, and after a long pause, he finally said, “It’s just that Miss Li and Madam came over earlier and took Wenwen away. They said that since the master is in the hospital now, they’re afraid we can’t take good care of him here.”
Saying they’re afraid we can’t take good care of him, but actually meaning they’re afraid Wang Zhao can’t take good care of him, right?
Wang Zhao understood the implication and couldn’t help but press her brow, not saying anything. She only asked about the child’s condition.
“His temperature isn’t as high as before,” Uncle Yang said. “He should be able to break the fever today. When Miss Li took the child away, I had them take the fever patches and fever medication too, just in case. You don’t need to worry too much.”
Wang Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. For her, it didn’t matter where the child was. To be honest, she didn’t have the time to take care of the child right now. Since her father-in-law’s side had taken him, so be it. When the child’s health improves a bit and Zhenguan’s condition gets better, they can bring him back.
Otherwise, if she went to ask for the child today, her father-in-law would probably scold her.
After hanging up the phone, she returned home. Uncle Yang was cleaning in the living room. In the past two days, quite a few people had come. Just this morning after he returned, two police officers had come by to inquire about the basic situation at home and what had happened last night.
These police officers were quite meticulous. After investigating thoroughly and ruling out homicide, confirming it was a normal suicide attempt, they returned to the police station to report the situation.
“Madam, you’re back,” Uncle Yang inquired. “How is the master’s condition?”
“Mm, I came back to get something,” Wang Zhao said. “The surgery went well. Zhenguan is out of the emergency room and under observation in the ICU now. The doctor said if his condition is good, he can be transferred to a regular ward tomorrow.”
Uncle Yang also smiled: “That’s Amitabha Buddha, couldn’t be better.”
Yes, couldn’t be better.
Wang Zhao’s heart hadn’t been at ease all night. It was only when Zhenguan came out of the emergency room that she truly breathed a sigh of relief.
She went back to the room to find Zhenguan’s ID card, preparing to leave. However, before leaving, she still said a word to Uncle Yang, asking him to go to the Li family’s place first to take care of the child, as there was nothing that needed taking care of here.
Uncle Yang’s presence was originally because of Zhenguan and Wenwen. Now, with one in the hospital and the other at his grandfather’s house, it wasn’t very appropriate for Uncle Yang to stay here.
“I’ll call my dad’s place in a bit to let them know. When you get there, just have someone meet you at the door,” Wang Zhao said to Uncle Yang before leaving. “You’ve been there with Wenwen a few times before, so you should know the way. Just report the taxi fare to me for reimbursement later.”
Uncle Yang nodded.
Wang Zhao left and returned to the hotel to change her clothes. She was still wearing her pajamas inside, and in the cold winter, she hadn’t worn socks. Now her feet were numb from the cold.
After taking a shower and changing into a new set of clothes, Wang Zhao finally felt a bit of warmth. She printed some copies downstairs before rushing to the hospital, where she signed a large pile of documents.
Since there was no need for anyone to watch over things here, after completing the procedures, Wang Zhao returned to the hotel and made a video call to Uncle Yang.
He had already arrived at the Li family’s house and was preparing milk powder. Wenwen was lying on the sofa, with Yang Jin and Li’s mother beside him. Wang Zhao exchanged greetings with everyone, mainly talking to Li’s mother. After a few more words between the two, she hung up the phone.
The next day, Wang Zhao got up at six o’clock, had breakfast downstairs, and then went to the hospital to visit Zhenguan, who was still in the ward. The nurse on duty said that the patient had woken up once last night but quickly fell back asleep. All vital signs were normal, and if there were no problems going forward, he could be transferred to a regular ward this afternoon.
This was good news. She quickly called her father-in-law and mother-in-law to let them know, easing their minds. She also informed Zhang Ke’s side to prevent the two elders from worrying at home.
After waiting a while longer at the hospital, Zhenguan was still asleep. She glanced at the time and prepared to report to her unit first. Work started at nine o’clock, and she was about to be late.
She received a call from the hospital while at work, saying the patient had woken up and was recovering well. He could be transferred to a regular ward, and they asked her to come handle the procedures.
ICU wards are always expensive. Not counting medication, just the daily cost was several thousand, equivalent to two months of Wang Zhao’s salary. Medical resources are always tight, so that afternoon, Wang Zhao finished her work and left early. Since the leaders in her unit were quite understanding, she just mentioned it and they didn’t give her a hard time.
When she arrived, Li Zhenguan was lying in the hospital bed. The breathing tube had been removed, and he was in a conscious state.
As soon as she entered, she met the man’s gaze.
Quiet and weak.
Those clear black and white eyes were even calm, but when they met Wang Zhao’s, he immediately turned his head and closed his eyes, pressing his lips together without saying a word.
Wang Zhao walked in, and the doctor spoke to her again, mainly about precautions. Li Zhenguan would need to stay here for a few more days, and if there were no major issues, he could be discharged.
Besides some medical care issues, after leaving the room with Wang Zhao, the doctor specifically advised her to take extra care of the patient’s emotional state privately. Patients who attempt suicide often have psychological issues to varying degrees.
Wang Zhao remained silent throughout, nodding. After the doctor left, she pushed open the door and entered the ward again. To avoid disturbances, she had specifically arranged a private room for Zhenguan.
As soon as she entered, she met his gaze again. After she hadn’t spoken for a long time, the person on the bed’s eyes dimmed, and the hand under the blanket tightly gripped the bedding beneath.
Wang Zhao compromised first.
The person before her was a patient, why are you sulking with him?
Besides, she knew Li Zhenguan’s stubborn and delicate personality. In terms of her past life, it was the temperament of a young miss. In this life’s terms, he was every bit a young master, unwilling to admit defeat and with many thoughts.
So she sat in the chair by the bed and spoke: “Is there anywhere that still hurts?”
Li Zhenguan opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyelashes trembling a few times. The white blanket under the bed made his whole person appear even more weak and pale, like a glass doll about to shatter.