I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling did not relax. She stared at the data on the instrument until she confirmed that all vital signs were completely stable. Then she slowly stood up and let out a long breath.

"Are you out of danger now?" Luo's mother asked anxiously.

Jiang Ling turned around and said coldly, "For now, yes.

However, her special constitution cannot be stimulated in any way, so she must be strictly monitored during this period."

After saying that, he finally loosened his clenched fists, his eyes softened for a moment, and he reached out and gently stroked the little guy's forehead.

He whispered, "Sister is here."

Jiang Ling's voice was as light as a breeze.

The little girl lay there quietly, her tender face showing a hint of paleness, as if any slight movement could break her. Jiang Ling's fingertips trembled slightly.

Luo's mother watched this scene with her eyes slightly red, but she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the scene before her.

At this moment, no matter how many problems there are, they can only be suppressed in my heart temporarily.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere in the room became depressing and solemn.

Luo's mother didn't dare to disturb him and could only watch Mr. Jiang busying around in silence.

Jiang Ling was concentrating on monitoring the data on the instrument, as if she wanted to focus all her attention on this small screen.

Suddenly, the little guy on the bed moved slightly, and the subtle movement made Jiang Ling's nerves tense instantly.

He immediately leaned over and whispered, "Are you awake?"

The little guy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of clear eyes looked at Jiang Ling helplessly, with a bit of confusion and dependence. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Sister..."

Jiang Ling's heart suddenly shook, and all the fatigue and pressure seemed to disappear at this moment.

She bent down, gently held the little one's hand, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Don't be afraid, sister is here, always here."

"Sister is here, always here."

The little guy's hand moved slightly, and his soft little fingers tried to shake hands again, but they fell down due to lack of strength.

Jiang Ling gently held her hand in his palm, as if holding a fragile treasure, with deep heartache in his eyes.

"Water...I want to drink water."

The little guy's voice was still weak, but he could hear clearly.

Jiang Ling immediately turned to Luo's mother and said, "Please bring me a glass of warm water, not too hot."

Luo's mother came to her senses, nodded hurriedly, turned around and hurried to the kettle in the corner of the room.

After a while, he brought a cup of warm water and handed it to Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling carefully tested the water temperature, scooped a small spoonful of water with a spoon, and brought it to her lips: "Drink slowly, don't rush."

The little guy opened his mouth obediently and swallowed slowly.

After drinking a few sips, he seemed to have regained some strength, and the paleness on his face faded a little.

Luo's mother stood aside, watching this scene, with both heartache and relief in her eyes.

After drinking the water, Yun Yiruo leaned in Jiang Ling's arms, tilted her head slightly, her voice still weak, but with a hint of security: "Sister, will you really always be here?"

Jiang Ling raised his hand and gently stroked her forehead, his movements as gentle as a feather.

She whispered, "Of course, I promise you that no matter what happens, I will never leave you."

"Really?" Yun Yiruo's eyes were filled with uneasiness, as if he was afraid that these words would only be a temporary comfort.

"Really." Jiang Ling's eyes were firm, and she promised word by word, "Sister will never lie to you."

Yun Yi smiled faintly and closed his eyes tiredly.

Watching the little girl fall asleep again, Jiang Ling slowly put her back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and confirmed that the data on the instrument was normal before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo's mother finally couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling, revealing deep anxiety and self-blame: "Boss Jiang, is she... is she really okay?"

Before he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Ling stood in front of the bed, staring at the fluctuating curve on the monitor, with an imperceptible complex emotion passing through her eyes.

He didn't answer directly, but just shook his head slightly.

"I brought all the blood I usually draw."

He pointed to the blood transfusion bag hanging next to him, and glanced at the lifeline on the monitor that had not yet returned to normal.

"If the last bag of blood is transfused... and the line hasn't returned to its normal position, I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

When Luo's mother heard the word "danger", her face changed suddenly, as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. Her whole body shook, and her lips trembled as she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word.

Her hands clenched tighter, her knuckles turning white, and deep guilt overwhelmed her like a tide.

"It's all my fault..." She finally lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs, "If it weren't for..."

He didn't continue speaking, as if something was pressing on his throat. After a long while, he managed to utter: "Mr. Jiang, thank you... If it weren't for you..."

Jiang Ling's eyes never left the monitor, but the corners of her mouth curled up coldly.

"I won't prevent her from recognizing you as her own."

He turned his head and looked at Luo's mother, his tone was cold and almost ruthless.

"But if you can't take good care of her, I don't think she needs you."

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Luo's mother's heart.

Luo's mother was startled and looked up at Jiang Ling. The latter's eyes were deep and complex, like a faintly surging deep sea, elusive, but with a sharpness that could not be ignored.

Luo's mother opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know what to say. In the end, she just sighed silently, left the room, lowered her head silently, and said no more.

The air in the ward seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Outside the window, the night is getting darker.

The moonlight poured into the ward like a veil, thinly covering the little guy's tender face, reflecting a peaceful beauty.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the wings of a butterfly were stained with dew.

Jiang Ling slowly squatted down and looked at her face, as if all the noise in the world was swallowed up by this tranquility.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the little one's cheek. Her voice was so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself, but it also sounded like she was making a promise to someone: "Sister will protect you, no matter what happens."

This whisper, with unconcealable tenderness and confidence, echoed in the silent ward.

As soon as Luo's mother stepped out of the ward, she felt her legs go weak and she could hardly stand.

After she managed to stand firmly by holding onto the wall, her thoughts were in a mess and tears silently rolled down her face.

The words "She doesn't need you either" were like an invisible blade, piercing her heart again and again, bringing an unhealable pain.

It was as if all disguises had been stripped off, leaving only naked guilt and self-blame.

Memories came flooding back like a flood—all the missed times, all the care that had never been given, now became sharp blades, biting back at her heart.

Luo's mother raised her hands to cover her face and sobbed softly.

Inside the ward, Jiang Ling was still quietly gazing at the little guy on the bed.

The last drop of blood in the transfusion bag slowly flowed into her tender body, but the curve showing her vital signs still had not fully returned to normal.

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, and worry flashed in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

Time passed minute by minute, the blood transfusion bag was empty, and medical staff came in and connected new monitoring equipment.

A few seconds later, the lifeline on the monitor finally showed a slight fluctuation. Although still weak, it was no longer on the verge of collapse.