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If it's not a serious matter, Secretary Wang wouldn't call. "Uncle Anbo had a car accident." A heavy fist struck Zhang Moyan's heart. "What's the situation now?"
"Still in surgery, Aunt An is waiting outside the operating room, looking very haggard."
"You should first negotiate with the hospital director to ensure that the situation stabilizes, take good care of An's mother, and prevent her from falling ill again." After giving the instructions, Zhang Moyan hung up the phone. Now the most important thing is to figure out how to tell An Yuan about this matter.
Zhang Moyan fell silent for a while. He still needed to tell An Yuan about the matter, but at least he had to wait until the next morning, which would be when they were heading back.
He didn't idle, quickly tidying up his things. Then, as dawn approached, he woke up An Yuan.
An Yuan was in a daze, but as soon as he heard that An's father had an accident, tears immediately welled up and he got out of bed, spinning around and insisting on rushing to the hospital with Zhang Moyan.
The car drove through the thin morning mist, An Yuan leaned against the seatbelt, his eyes swollen. He couldn't believe that just a short while ago, he had spoken to An's father on the phone, and now this had happened.
An Yuan is unable to understand, it's like being stuck in a dead end and unable to get out. Zhang Moyan is most worried about this situation. He has been trying to talk to An Yuan all the way, but it's like talking to a brick wall, with no response.
An Yuan is solely focused on An's father and An's mother. When the car arrived at the hospital entrance, he got out of the car before it even stopped. Zhang Moyan reached out to grab him, but his fingers just slipped from An Yuan's clothes.
Fortunately, the car stopped immediately, and An Yuan was not affected. Zhang Moyan, feeling a surge of fear, got off the car and caught up with him, saying, "An Yuan, you can't do this." An Yuan was walking up the stairs, and Zhang Moyan grabbed his arm. Due to inertia, his body spun around with his arm as the center, but fortunately Zhang Moyan was standing behind him and just managed to catch him.
It seems that he was startled by the sudden situation. An Yuan was panting in Zhang Moyan's arms, unable to recover for a long time.
Zhang Moyan pursed his lips and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Why did you run so fast? Didn't I say that I would take care of everything... or is it that you simply don't trust me in your heart?"
Zhang Moyan planted a kiss on An Yuan's forehead and said, "An Yuan, you are not alone now. Think more about the baby, think more about me, okay?" An Yuan's eyes widened instantly.
A touch of sadness flashed across Zhang Moyan, but he quickly regained his usual gentle demeanor. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from An Yuan's eyes, saying, "Your mom is still upstairs. This is the time when she needs care the most. If she sees you like this, it will only make her worry more."
Listening to Zhang Moyan's words, An Yuan gradually calmed down, his face full of self-blame, and involuntarily pulled on Zhang Moyan's clothes, "I'm sorry, I..."
"Let's both calm down." Zhang Moyan ruffled his hair in frustration, wondering how he could have yelled at An Yuan.
One night of rescue, An's father has already been out of danger, but is still being monitored in the intensive care unit.
An's mother sits on a chair outside the door, her eyes bloodshot, apparently showing symptoms of lack of rest after crying and staying up all night. An Ning sits beside her, comforting her.
"Yuan, Moyan," looking at the two approaching figures, An's mother had a slight smile on her face.
"Mom."
An Yuan stood in front of the door, looking through the window at An's father on the sickbed. "Your dad is out of danger, no need to worry too much," An's mother looked worriedly at An Yuan and then at Zhang Moyan.
"Don't worry, Yuan and the baby are both doing well," Zhang Moyan said softly.
An Ning smiled and said, "You're living quite comfortably, even when Dad had an accident, you didn't rush back." An's mother glanced at An Ning and immediately closed her mouth.
An Yuan sat beside An's mother and reached out to hug her, "Mom, you've worked hard."
"Good child," An's mother touched An Yuan's face. Although there was little change, there was more flesh than before pregnancy.
An Yuan stayed with An's mother, leaving Secretary Wang to take care of them. Zhang Moyan went to find the dean to understand the situation with peace of mind.
"Ningning, Yiyang, when are you coming?" In the silent atmosphere, An's mother suddenly asked.
An Ning's face stiffened for a moment, then softened. "I said on the phone that I'm already on the way, and will be there soon."
After listening to An's mother's words, An Yuan finally looked at An Ning. Her beautiful face was delicately made up as usual, but it couldn't conceal the sense of desolation and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
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