"I want to see daddy, wuwu, Xiao Jian wants to see daddy..."
How dare Ji Xili let a four-year-old child like Wen Jian see Ji Xubai who was covered in burns? She would be scared, let alone Wen Jian.
She could only lie to Wen Jian, but she couldn't think of any better way.
Ji Xili squatted down slowly, looked at Wen Jian and whispered: "Xiao Jian, listen to aunt, you should go back to your room and take a nap first. When you wake up, aunt will take you to see your father, okay? good?"
"Can't you see daddy now?" Wen Jian asked while choking.
"Your dad needs to take a good rest now. He will be fine. Xiao Jian must keep his spirits up so that he can take care of his dad, right?"
Wen Jian cried and nodded, obviously compromising.
Ji Xili felt relieved and asked his servants to take Wen Jian to wash up and go to bed.
And she finally walked into Ji Xubai's room.
The room was filled with a strong medicinal smell.
Ji Xili walked into the inner room. Although she was mentally prepared and prepared to accept it no matter what, tears still fell when she actually saw that scene.
That tall, talented and admirable Taifu Ji who stood high in front of the world, at this moment, seemed like a corpse wrapped in gauze, lifeless.
How could it... turn into such a bleak state overnight...
As he got closer, it seemed that he could still smell the blood on his body.
Ji Xili looked at the unrecognizable Ji Xubai lying on the bed, and an indescribable pain surged into his heart. Ji Xili stared blankly at the man on the bed and shed tears.
She could no longer see Ji Xubai's appearance, which was even scary.
She didn't dare let Wen Jian see Ji Xubai like this. He was just a child. How could he see his father look like this...
What's more, how could a proud and arrogant person like Ji Xubai accept that he would become what he is today...
"Xu Bai, please get well quickly. Xiao Jian is very worried about you. We are all worried about you..." Ji Xili choked and looked at Ji Xubai and said, but the person lying on the bed did not move at all. General silence.
Ji Xili didn't understand at that time how Dr. Chu could say that living would be torture for Ji Xubai. At this moment, when she saw Ji Xubai become like this, she understood why Dr. Chu would say that...
For Ji Xubai, this is torture, whether it is physical or psychological, it is torture that is worse than death.
When there were anxious footsteps outside the door, Ji Xili turned around and saw a servant helping Lord Ji over. She hurried over to help her father, her eyes still red, and she called him in a trembling voice, "Dad..."
I don’t want Lord Ji to go in and take a look.
Lord Ji shook his head, suppressed the fear in his heart, and insisted on walking in. However, after walking in for a while, Lord Ji stood beside the bed, almost fainting again, and Ji Xili held on tightly. Father's arm, "Dad... don't do this..."
"Imperial doctor...how to say..." Lord Ji burst into tears. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, feeling extremely heartbroken.
After a night of physical and mental torture, and seeing Ji Xubai look like this at this moment, Lord Ji's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still insisted on standing here. He couldn't fall, never.