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Director Yao took off his mask, “His ninth rib is fractured, but it’s not too serious. However, in order to prevent pneumothorax or hemothorax, he needs to be hospitalized for observation. But you don’t need to worry too much, young people have a good base and he should recover quickly.”

Gu Qichen sighed with relief.

When he turned to look at Xia Yangyang, she was already in tears.

Xia Yangyang was really shocked.

When the thick iron frame came crashing down just now, it felt as if she had suddenly been submerged in the sea.

A huge wave was about to engulf her.

But Gu Zhaohan pulled her away in the nick of time.

When Xia Yangyang looked at Gu Zhaohan again, he was lying in the hospital bed.

His chest was secured with a bandage.

He was sitting up straight, with a pained expression on his face.

Gu Qichen walked to the bed and asked, “How are you feeling?”

To her surprise, Gu Zhaohan managed a faint smile, “Uncle, I’m fine. And, don’t tell mom and grandpa. I don’t want them to worry.”

Gu Qichen replied, “I understand.”

After Gu Zhaohan finished speaking, he shifted his gaze behind Gu Qichen.

Xia Yangyang walked up from behind Gu Qichen, her eyes still red.

“Are you okay…”

“Are you okay…”

Almost simultaneously, they both uttered the same words.

Once spoken, the hospital room seemed to fall silent.

Gu Qichen furrowed his brows.

Xia Yangyang broke the silence first, “I’m not hurt, thanks to you.”

Gu Zhaohan glanced at Gu Qichen, his voice returned to its usual cold and distant tone, “I’m glad you’re okay. In that situation, I would have done the same for anyone, so you don’t need to worry.”

On the way home.

Xia Yangyang sat in Gu Qichen’s car, finally regaining her senses.

However, Gu Qichen was silent throughout the drive, his face stern.

The temperature inside the car seemed to drop by several degrees.

Xia Yangyang felt even more guilty.

Gu Zhaohan is Gu Qichen’s beloved nephew, and now, due to her, he was incapacitated in the hospital, surely Gu Qichen was upset.

Xia Yangyang made a secret resolution to make amends.

The next morning, when Gu Qichen opened his eyes, he found that he was alone.

Looking at the wall clock, it was only a little past five.

Gu Qichen frowned, getting out of bed.

Xia Yangyang was not in the room.

After leaving their room, he went to the kitchen, where he found Xia Yangyang making porridge.

Gu Qichen went over and asked, “What are you doing?”

Xia Yangyang turned around, “I’m making plain porridge for Xiao Han. Right now, he can’t eat much, he can only have porridge.”

“You could have asked the housemaid to do it.”

Xia Yangyang replied, “He got injured saving me, now he’s lying in the hospital, and there’s not much I can do. So I can only do what I can to show my gratitude.”

Xia Yangyang had already packed the cooked porridge into a thermal food container.

Then she said to Gu Qichen, “Go back to bed, I’m leaving to deliver breakfast, and then I’ll head directly to school.”

For several days in a row, Xia Yangyang got up early to make porridge.

From simple rice porridge to chicken porridge to rib porridge, she would change it up every day.

In truth, Xia Yangyang was not skilled in the kitchen.

But for Gu Zhaohan, she had specially asked the chef at home for advice, repeatedly practicing late into the night, eventually getting the hang of it.

These days, she was also learning to make soup.

Every night when Gu Qichen got home, he would see Xia Yangyang busily working in the kitchen.

Then he’d silently head to his study, not returning to the room until very late.

Xia Yangyang also noticed that Gu Qichen seemed especially busy these days, coming home later and later.

Sometimes, Xia Yangyang would deliberately stay busy in the kitchen while waiting for him.

Once Gu Qichen returned, she would happily serve him a bowl of freshly made soup in his study.

But Xia Yangyang noticed that Gu Qichen never drank the soup.

The next morning, it would still be on the desk in his study.

Xia Yangyang felt a little disappointed, but she also knew that Gu Qichen was picky when it came to taste. Perhaps it was her cooking skills. So she became even more diligent..