Qin Huo drove Qi Yemo in the car, and the sky in the city was already close to sunset.

The already crowded streets are now becoming more congested like other cities.

Through the half-bright car window, I looked at the crowd of people who were still in a hurry although their faces were a little tired.

Their only purpose at the moment is to go home.

Home is a warm haven for most people, even if they are physically and mentally exhausted from working outside every day, they will let go of all their burdens when they come back and enjoy a rare relaxation and pleasure with all their hearts.

But for Qi Yemo, home may be more physically and mentally exhausted than career. Growing up, he would rather cross the ocean, bury himself in a busy job so much that he can't hold his head up, and he doesn't want to go back home.

Because there are simply too many bad memories for him......

Since the old man Qi was admitted to the hospital, the Qi family's mansion has become more deserted, except for the servants who are still busy, it can be said that the building is empty.

The eldest Qi Feiyuan, the family was driven out of the Qi family by Qi Yemo, and even Qi Yuxi, who is the eldest son and eldest grandson, is no longer surnamed Qi.

And the third Qi Yan, the third child, has a schedule and a date all day long, even when there is nothing to do, he will hide in a bar or café to be quiet. Only here can he avoid his mother, Mrs. Qi, Song Ruling.

Qi Yemo's car slowly stopped under the porch of the hospital after nightfall.

Qin Huo opened the car door, and Qi Yemo got out of the car elegantly.

His gaze was cold and deep, and his lips were closed...... The whole body exudes an aura that makes people retreat.

Under the guidance of Qin Huo, he came to the VIP ward where Old Man Qi lived.

Qi Yemo paused briefly outside the ward, tidied up his suit a little, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

When the doctor in the intensive care room saw Qi Yemo coming, he hurriedly stood up and saluted him respectfully.

Qi Yemo stood in front of the window of the care room and looked at his father who was lying quietly inside, "How is his condition?" ”

A doctor with a badge of expert professor said: "Mr. Qi's condition is relatively stable now, and we also had a specialist consultation yesterday, and we feel that he has a great possibility of recovery, and we are actively preparing for relevant treatment." ”

"Hmm." Qi Yemo nodded, then pushed open the door to the ward and walked in softly.

At this moment, Old Man Qi was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and all kinds of instruments beside the bed were closely monitoring the changes in his life characteristics.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Old Man Qi seems to be a lot older again.

Inadvertently, he turned his head and saw a bouquet of blooming flowers on the bedside table.

He walked over and reached for a petal that had not yet dried up.

This should be sitting here soon.

Qi Yemo turned his head and asked the doctor who was following him, "Who has been here?" ”

The doctor lifted his glasses and said apologetically: "Mr. Qi, before you arrived here, I had just been on duty with another attending physician, and this bouquet of flowers was already there when I arrived here." So I don't know who sent this. ”

At this time, Qi Yemo heard Old Man Qi's weak voice beside him: "Uh...... Uh......"

He turned to look at Old Man Qi, and Qin Huo immediately took a chair and put it behind him.

"Dad, I'm coming to see you." Although what Qi Yemo said still seemed so indifferent, there was a warmth in the hearts of both father and son.