At the villa's entryway, An Zhihang sat quietly in his wheelchair, his head wound bound with thick bandages and a cervical collar around his neck to stabilize his bones. Despite the bulkiness, his refined and scholarly demeanor, as gentle as jade, could not be concealed.
"Little sister!"
His eyes felt a bit sour as he stared unblinkingly at the pale-faced An Yiqing in front of him, his heart filled with apprehension. Fortunately, his little sister was blessed by providence and had finally woken up!
"Big brother!"
An Yiqing, supported by Gu Yelin, walked into the living room with a beaming smile. An Zhiyan, who still couldn't get out of bed, had been eagerly awaiting their arrival on the couch.
"Little sister, you..."
Upon seeing An Yiqing walking in, An Zhiyan's mouth opened, but he choked up, unable to speak. His life had been saved by his little sister, who had given all the blood she could, and An Zhiyan vividly remembered every word An Yiqing had said in the operating room.
