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Her head was still wrapped in bandages, and every time she thought about things, her head throbbed.
Feeling the pain, Guoguo immediately remembered that her father, Tang Zongchen, was also injured.
She wanted to get out of bed and put on her shoes, but she found she didn't have the strength to rise.
She was so anxious that she was almost in tears.
"Murong Xiuxian, wake up," she called out, choking back sobs as she looked at the sleeping Murong Xiuxian beside her.
Murong Xiuxian frowned and opened his eyes. "Why are you crying?"
"What about my dad? How is he?" Guoguo asked urgently.
"He... he can still live for a while," Murong Xiuxian stammered, ultimately deciding to tell her the harsh truth.
Lying to her would only make her more heartbroken; it was better to face the truth, as short pain was better than long pain.
"Where is my dad's hospital room? I want to see my dad," Guoguo said, tears streaming down her face, her emotions spiraling out of control.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Murong Xiuxian got out of bed and put on his shoes, carefully lifting the crying Guoguo into a wheelchair. He gently helped her put on her shoes and pushed her out of the ward.
"Hurry up, please," Guoguo urged anxiously.
Murong Xiuxian pushed Guoguo into a similarly snow-white hospital room.
Tang Zongchen was covered in tubes, his breathing extremely weak.
“Dad, Dad, wake up.” Guoguo shook Tang Zongchen's arm, tears streaming down her face as she called out.
Murong Xiuxian stood silently beside Guoguo, his face showing sadness.
“Child, don’t worry about Dad, just run… just run…” A weak and intermittent voice floated into Guoguo's ears.
Guoguo shook his arm even harder: “Dad, I’ve already lost Mom; I can’t lose you too.”
Perhaps hearing Guoguo’s voice, Tang Zongchen squinted his eyes and slowly opened them.
“Child, I’m sorry for you; I’ve made you suffer.” His voice was both powerless and frail.
“Dad, don’t say that; your daughter doesn’t blame you.” Guoguo sobbed.
Seeing Murong Xiuxian, Tang Zongchen smiled with lips devoid of color and said, “Child, are you Guoguo’s boyfriend?”
Upon hearing this, Murong Xiuxian’s face turned red. He politely replied, “Hello, Uncle. I’m Guoguo’s classmate.”
Hearing this, Guoguo's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. "He is my senior."
"Child, our Guoguo has always suffered. I hope you can help her more with her studies."
"I will do my best." In front of the elders, Murong Xiuxian's tone was not as cold, appearing gentle.
Although Guoguo was only a freshman, she had already completed the second-year high school curriculum. With her intelligence, she no longer needed Murong Xiuxian's help.
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