Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

I wanted to call nalanche when she woke up, but I didn't expect that she was too sleepy and slept. When she woke up, the car had reached the door of the hospital.

Tong Ze is waiting for them at the door.

Tong Xiaoman was so anxious that he forgot about the phone call.

"Third brother, how's grandpa now?" Tong Xiaoman grabbed Tong Ze's arm and was a little anxious.

Tong Ze's face was also haggard and said sadly, "Hey, Grandpa, he was stimulated and paralyzed by a stroke. His life is not in danger..."

"How could this happen? What stimulation did he get?" he was paralyzed. He was so serious that Tong Xiaoman couldn't accept the blow.

"It's a long story. Go and see him first." Tong Ze nodded to Zhao Yi and took Tong Xiaoman in.

Zhao Yi was just an outsider to them. He didn't go into the ward with them, but waited in the corridor.

Tong Xiaoman went into the ward and saw the old man lying in the hospital bed with an infusion needle in his hand. His face was haggard and unable to move. His nose was sour.

Her grandfather, Tong Xi, is 70 years old, but he has always been in good health, and his illness and pain are rare. Why did he suddenly have a stroke? It came too suddenly.

Tong Xiaoman fell to the bedside with red eyes.

Tongxi seemed to feel her coming. He opened his eyes and saw her. His eyes twinkled, showing a ray of joy, but soon darkened again.

"Grandpa... I'm back." Tong Xiaoman gently held his hand, his heart was excited, his thoughts fluctuated, and his voice couldn't help choking.

He could not speak, and his body could not move. Only his eyes could move.

Tongxi tried to move his lips and seemed to want to say something, but he could only hum a few whispers and couldn't say a word.

"It's all Xiaoman's unfilial behavior. I should have come back long before I came back to see you. Grandpa, I haven't been filial to you yet. You must be better and not have anything to do..." Tong Xiaoman choked.

Tong Xi looked into her eyes, very sad, as if he wanted to tell her something.

"Grandpa, do you have anything to say to me?" Tong Xiaoman held his hand and felt his urgency, so he asked.

Tong Xi hum again.

At this time, Tong Ze came forward and said, "Xiaoman, grandpa can't speak now. His body is very weak. Let's let him rest more and don't disturb him."

"HMM." Tong Xiaoman nodded gently, pulled his quilt and said reluctantly, "Grandpa, you have a good rest first, and I'll see you later."

Seeing that she was leaving, Tong Xi flashed an anxious light in his eyes, but he was unwilling to hide after he found that Tong Ze was staring at him.

Tong Xiaoman went outside, sniffed, looked at Tong Ze and asked sadly, "third brother, tell me what stimulation grandpa had received. How could it be like this?"

"Xiaoman, you just got off the plane and came to the hospital again. You must be very tired. It's better to go home and have a rest first." Tong Ze doesn't seem to want to mention it.

"No, I'm not tired, third brother, tell me." Tong Xiaoman looked at him stubbornly. If she didn't know at this time, how could she be at ease?

Zhao Yi copied her hand, hugged her chest, leaned against the wall in the corridor, half narrowed her eyes, stared at Tong Ze, and frowned slightly. How did he feel that Tong Ze seemed to want to hide something.

"Xiaoman, I think you'd better not know." Tong Ze sighed and said in embarrassment.