Hospital.
The emergency room's light was on. Gong Jian sat on the bench in the hallway, his hands holding his head, his face terrifyingly grim.
Yan Lizhu sat beside him, constantly wiping her tears, muttering, "My Xiaoyu, you must be okay..."
Gong Lin hurried in, saw her parents, and frowned, "Dad, why is Xiaoyu in the hospital again?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Lizhu shouted, "Isn't it because your dad locked Xiaoyu in the confinement room? The child must have been scared."
"Gong Jian, I'm telling you, if anything happens to Xiaoyu, I'm not finished with you!"
At this moment, the door of the emergency room opened, and the doctor walked out.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
Yan Lizhu rushed over and asked.
The doctor took off his mask and sighed, "Young Master Gong's body was already weak, and after intense intercourse, although he was resuscitated, he has injured his core. He will have to remain bedridden from now on."
"What?"
