The cell phone in my pocket rang for a long time.

For a long time, Rong Zheng slowly withdrew his fist from the closet door.

Rong Zheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

It was my mother Ying Lan calling.

Rong Zheng stared at the phone screen for a long time and answered the call.

"mom."

Rong Zheng's voice was calm, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"Xiao Zheng, why did it take so long to answer your call?"

Rong Zheng lied, "Sorry. I was packing things in Rongrong's room, and my phone was in the car, so I didn't hear it."

Hearing that Rong Zheng was still at home, a flash of surprise flashed in Ying Lan's eyes.

She thought that her eldest son, who had been away for so long, would be on his way back to the hospital, or had already returned.

However, at this point, the road is already quite congested.

Ying Lan didn't think too much.

"Have you packed all your things? Rongrong woke up. The first time he woke up, he asked me and your dad where you were..."

Through the receiver, Rong Zheng could clearly feel the joy in his mother's voice that her youngest son had woken up, as well as her slight jealousy and helplessness that her younger son would seek out Rong Zheng as his older brother as soon as he woke up.

Fluffy woke up?

Rong Zheng held the phone slightly tightly with his fingertips.

He followed the lie he just told and continued: "I just got to the car, I'll drive there now."

Ying Lan's voice was filled with a smile, "Okay. Come here quickly. Rongrong heard me calling you, and now she is staring at me. But pay attention to safety on the road and don't drive too fast."

She had just experienced the incident of her youngest son being accidentally stabbed. For Ying Lan, nothing was more important than the safety of her two children.

"Um,"

After hanging up the phone, Rong Zheng opened the closet.

The hospital requires hospital gowns, and Rong Rong's clothes are temporarily unavailable.

Rong Zheng then took out a few pieces of underwear for Rong Rong to change from the drawer of the wardrobe, and then went to Rong Rong's bathroom to get toiletries.

I found a travel bag in Rong Rong's room and put my underwear and toiletries into the travel bag.

Rong Zheng drove back to the hospital.

Rong Zheng was holding a travel bag in both hands and standing in the corridor, with light coming from the ward.

The sounds of parents' conversations could be heard faintly from the ward.

Rong Zheng's eyes darkened slightly.

He handed the travel bag from his right hand to his left hand, raised his hand, and pushed open the door.

In the room, Ying Lan sat in front of the hospital bed, holding a straw in her hand and feeding Rong Rong water.

Rong Rong had just woken up not long ago.

The anesthetic was still taking effect, and Rong Rong had no strength all over his body.

After a few sips, he felt a little tired.

He leaned on the pillow that his mother Ying Lan had raised for him, breathing slightly.

Ying Lan touched his stubbled head distressedly, "Are you still thirsty? Do you want to drink more?"

Rong Rong didn't answer.

His eyes were staring unblinkingly in the direction of the door.

Ying Lan followed her younger son's gaze and realized that her eldest son had returned without knowing why.

Rong Weishan, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed, also saw Rong Zheng coming in. He said jokingly: "But it's finally here. Now that your brother has woken up, he has looked at the door countless times. His back is injured and he cannot lie flat.

Lying down, you can only lie on your side, and you have to face the door. If you don't come here, your brother will become Wang Geshi."

Rong Rong curled his lips and said, "Don't want to become a stone."

He doesn't want to become a stone.

It's better to be a stone than a human being.

The stone could only wait in place motionless.

Too passive.

If he turns into stone, he won't be able to hug his brother.

"Okay, not a stone, not a stone."

Ying Lan comforted her youngest son softly, turned her head and glanced at her husband reproachfully.

Rong Weishan: "...Isn't this just a joke? Rong Xiaorong, when did you become unable to even make a joke?"

Ying Lan pinched her thigh.

"Ouch."

Rong Weishan screamed, "Xiaolan, it hurts, it hurts..."

Rong Rong was amused.

Pulling the wound on the back.

Rong Rong immediately bit her lower lip.

Neither Rong Weishan nor Ying Lan noticed this small change in Rong Rong's expression.

Rong Zheng noticed.

He put the travel bag in his hand on the sofa in the ward room and walked quickly towards the hospital bed.

He walked to the bed and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ying Lan and Rong Weishan heard this and immediately looked towards Rong Rong nervously.

Ying Lan asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Does the wound hurt? Has the anesthetic effect completely worn off?"

Rong Zheng's face was expressionless: "You pinched Dad just now, and he was gloating about his misfortune. He probably hurt the wound. Extreme joy brings sorrow."

Rong Weishan: "...it's all my fault."

Don't be too positive when admitting your mistakes.

Ying Lan couldn't laugh or cry.

This is fine.

It's already past eight o'clock in the evening, and no one in the family has eaten yet.

Rong Rong had not woken up before, and after waking up, she kept looking forward to her brother. Ying Lan was still worried about leaving.

Now that Rong Zheng finally came, Ying Lan handed Rongrong over to him, "Your dad and I will go see if there is anything to eat near the hospital, see if there is porridge or something that is easy to digest and buy some for Rongrong."

Here you go. What about you, Xiaozheng? Is there anything you want to eat?"

Rong Zheng: "I can do it."

"Okay, your dad and I will go take a look first."

"Um."

Ying Lan and Rong Weishan went out to buy food.

In the ward, only brothers Rong Zheng and Rong Rong were left.

"elder brother……"

Rong Zheng's hands on his thighs clenched tightly.

Let go again.

"Have a good rest, why are you talking so much?"

Rong Rong stretched out his finger, made a "1" gesture, and shook it slightly, which meant that he just said something.

Some people were seriously injured and struggled to catch their breath, yet they still did not forget their poverty.

"Brother, that little girl, how come..."

Rong Rong had already learned from his parents that the gangster had been captured by the police and had caused other casualties at the scene.

Neither Rong Weishan nor Ying Lan elaborated on the specific situation because they were afraid that their son would be frightened if he heard about it.

Rong Rong is actually not that timid.

He himself had died once, so how could he be afraid of hearing this?

But after all, it was his parents who cared about him so they didn't ask any further questions.
To be continued...