"I know. I promise I won't drag you down. Thank you! Thank you..." Cheng Weiwan said repeatedly.
The housekeeper couldn't bear to see her like this, so she lowered her head and let out a soft sigh. Then she pointed in the direction of the in-patient building as though she was going to take Cheng Weiwan there.
Before the two of them could raise their feet, Han Zhifan, who was standing nearby, suddenly cleared his throat.
The housekeeper clearly tensed up. Ten seconds later, she slowly turned her head and looked over to the source of the sound.
When her gaze landed on Han Zhifan, the housekeeper instinctively lowered her head and let out a weak cry. "Mr. Han."
Han Zhifan silently stared at the two of them for a short while then strode over to them.
As he drew closer, the housekeeper's legs trembled in fear.
"Head up to the room," said Han Zhifan in a cold voice without even waiting for the housekeeper to admit to what she did.
"Yes." The housekeeper heard this and didn't dare linger a moment longer. She carried the things she brought from home and darted off.
After the housekeeper ran into the hospital building, Han Zhifan ignored Cheng Weiwan, who was standing beside him. He raised his feet and headed into the hospital building.
"Han Zhifan..." cried Cheng Weiwan.
Han Zhifan turned a deaf ear and continued to walk without a moment's hesitation.
Cheng Weiwan hurriedly caught up to him with a jog. "Han Zhifan!"
Han Zhifan wanted to get rid of her. He sensed her drawing closer, so he picked up the pace.
Worried about Cheng Han, Cheng Weiwan couldn't think about anything else. Without even thinking about it, she reached out and pulled Han Zhifan's arm. "Han Zhifan, let me see..."
"I told you NO!" exclaimed Han Zhifan in anger; he didn't bother waiting for Cheng Weiwan to finish.
With that, he instinctively wanted to swing away the arm she grabbed. But just before he moved, the image of the ghastly wound on her temple flashed across his mind. He couldn't think of anything else. His arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He wasn't sure if it was because his voice was frightening or if she was afraid he would throw her to the floor again, but he could feel her body trembling violently and her grip upon his arm loosened up considerably.
It seemed like she was going to let him go, but in the end, she didn't.
He could sense she was a little afraid of him because she spoke so carefully. "...As long as you let me see Hanhan, I'll do anything you ask. Just let me see with my own eyes that Hanhan's okay and healthy. I'll even leave Beijing, I..."
A familiar sense of anger resurfaced in Han Zhifan's heart when he heard her words. Without waiting for her to finish, he cried, "Don't waste your breath. I told you I wouldn't let you see my son, so I definitely won't let you see your son!"
With that, Han Zhifan pulled his arm away and strode off.
Back in the patient room, Cheng Han was still asleep.
The housekeeper saw Han Zhifan walking in; he looked visibly uneasy. She thought Han Zhifan would lecture her, but to her surprise, Han Zhifan just said, "Just this once." With that, she walked over to the bedside and watched over Cheng Han.
Cheng Han's fever didn't show any signs of going down until it was almost evening.
Having been worried sick all day, the wet nurse and the housekeeper only just remembered they had to get dinner ready.
The housekeeper seemed quite happy when she left the patient room because Cheng Han was getting better. However, when she came back with the dinner she bought, it seemed like a lot was weighing on her mind.