"Okay," Si Chenli slowly sat up from the hospital bed, bracing himself with his hands.
Although he had no injuries on his body, he was careful not to disturb his face, so every movement seemed to be in slow motion.
Sang Qiao gently stepped forward to support his arm, and after he was seated, she moved the overbed table closer and placed the light porridge on it for his convenience.
After Si Chenli adjusted his sitting position, he suddenly remembered something, "Mom, Qiaoqiao is here to take care of me, you can take Tiantian back after I finish eating."
"There's no need, we've booked rooms at the hotel opposite the hospital," Mrs. Si waved her hand, she was determined to stay and take good care of her son.
