Rong Jingyang was not seriously injured.
When Feng Linwan called, Lin Xuanyao intentionally let Doudou answer.
He didn't think much of it, just felt that Doudou should answer.
What he didn't expect was that Rong Doudou would cry so sadly, even saying that Daddy was dying...
It was fine for Madam and Master to come; it was a Rong family matter after all.
Rong Jingyang had a stomach condition, and coupled with anger, his stomach ached, causing a violent contraction that ruptured a blood vessel, leading to him spitting blood.
Fortunately, it wasn't too serious.
The doctor opted for conservative treatment.
An IV drip was administered to his hand, with bottles of liquid entering his veins.
The doctor instructed him to rest more.
Seeing that Daddy was fine, Rong Doudou's swollen eyes immediately lit up with a smile.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
After a pause, he asked Lin Xuanyao for a crutch and told Lin Xuanyao to take his daughter to eat.
It was already late, almost eight o'clock, Doudou must be hungry.
Rong Doudou didn't want to go; she wanted to stay by Daddy's side. But Lin Xuanyao crouched down and said, "Doudou, your Daddy is hungry too. Shall we go buy something Daddy likes to eat, okay?"
Rong Doudou looked at her Daddy.
Rong Jingyang nodded, his dark eyes filled with exhaustion, "Can Doudou take care of Daddy?"
Rong Doudou immediately jumped out of the car, "Yes!"
"I'm grown up, I can take care of Daddy."
"Daddy, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
Rong Jingyang said with relief, "Good."
Lin Xuanyao left with Rong Doudou.
As soon as they left, Rong Jingyang, leaning on his crutch and holding the IV bottle, got out of bed and walked out of the ward.
"Sir!"
"Mr. Rong!"
The nurse was startled, "Where are you going? The doctor said you cannot get out of bed and walk."
Rong Jingyang ignored her and, disregarding her obstruction, went to Du Ruoxin's ward.
The bodyguards standing at the door were on high alert—if Rong Jingyang dared to force his way in, they would act.
Unfortunately, they were mistaken.
Rong Jingyang did not enter. Instead, he leaned against the wall and, with a clang, collapsed onto the floor.
The IV bottle, at some point, had been casually discarded beside him.
"Ah!"
The nurse, who had come with a mobile IV pole, found Rong Jingyang sitting on the floor with blood flowing back into the IV tube.
She exclaimed.
She rushed forward, trying to help up the handsome man who made people's hearts ache, "Mr. Rong, the floor is cold, and you are still sick. Please get up."
Rong Jingyang pushed her away and glared, "Leave me alone."
The nurse's inner monologue: How can I not care? He is her patient. If his condition worsens, she won't be able to account for it!
"Mr. Rong, please get up first. What's wrong—"
The nurse's remaining words were cut short as she saw Rong Jingyang's sharp gaze.
"Get lost!"
He looked like a ferocious jackal.
The nurse was scared and dared not speak further, only silently picking up the liquid on the floor and hanging it on the mobile IV pole.
She then silently dealt with the backflow of blood.
And silently left.
"Alas..."
A soft sigh echoed down the corridor.
The bodyguards at the door also looked at Rong Jingyang with confusion. This gentleman—neither shouting nor making a fuss, just slumped by the door—should they chase him away or not?
Du Ruoxin heard the commotion outside the door.
She also heard the nurse's words.
She knew Rong Jingyang... was outside the door... Although she couldn't see the scene, she could imagine it.
He—
On an IV drip, slumped miserably on the floor.
Du Ruoxin pursed her lips, unable to describe her feelings; her whole body felt uncomfortable.
Kristino took in the woman's reaction, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, and brought it to her mouth, "Open, ah~~"
Du Ruoxin followed his command, drinking the chicken soup.
Kristino curved his lips, picked up the remote, and turned on the television, "Want to watch a movie?"
Naturally, he adjusted the volume, not too loud, not too soft, just enough to block out the sounds from outside.
"Du Ruoxin..."
Rong Jingyang leaned against the wall, silently repeating her name in his heart.
The two, one inside the wall, one outside, each lost in their own sorrow.