She Lost Memory Before the Divorce Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Chapter 0295: Be Mentally Prepared Chapter 295: Chapter 0295: Be Mentally Prepared Mu Huaifeng's casual remark, yet Huo Tingxiao on the other side was already unable to resist brainstorming a name for his daughter.

With “Yan” as the next generation's character, what would be a good match for a girl's name? Lost in thought, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, it was clear that Huo Tingxiao had already become so immersed in the idea of having a daughter that he couldn't extricate himself.

The siblings teased each other with a few more words and noticed that Huo Tingxiao had no reaction at all. They both looked over and saw such a scene, not knowing what he was thinking, only feeling that the scene was somewhat… well, indescribable.

“What are you thinking about?”

Mu Lan's words made Huo Tingxiao blurt out.

“Thinking about what name our daughter should have that would sound nice.”

Mu Lan's ears turned red, while Mu Huaifeng burst out laughing.

“You've counted your chickens before they've hatched, and now you're thinking about names?”

Huo Tingxiao came to his senses and was startled to realize he had just revealed his innermost thoughts, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Finally, he squeezed out four words.

“Be prepared.”

Mu Lan nudged Huo Tingxiao, signaling him to shut up, and he obediently stopped talking.

After Mu Huaifeng had his coffee and left, evening came, and the Huo patriarch's vital signs had stabilized. If nothing happened tonight, he could be transferred to a standard VIP ward tomorrow.

That evening, after the couple checked on the old man, they returned to Maple Forest Garden to rest.

Mu Lan didn't play coy and moved straight from the guest room back to the main bedroom, where Huo Tingxiao held her in an unusually sound sleep.

The next morning, Huo Tingxiao's phone started ringing early on.

Several of the Huo siblings had arrived, and the old butler couldn't persuade any of them to leave; they all crowded in the sickroom, and it was unclear what they were planning.

Huo Tingxiao sat up, his eyes cold as if covered in frost.

Mu Lan rubbed her eyes, her voice still a bit hoarse as she spoke.

“What's wrong?”

Huo Tingxiao hung up the phone and looked at his wife, whose eyes were still sleepy, then leaned down to lightly kiss her forehead.

“You sleep a little longer; I'll go check the hospital. Several of the aunts and uncles have arrived, I need to deal with them.”

Mu Lan suddenly didn't feel sleepy at all. So early?

“Then I'll come with you.”

“Wait for me at home, be good.”

The tone of Huo Tingxiao was gentle but also unmistakably firm.

Huo Tingxiao ultimately didn't want her to witness the Huo family's mess, nor did he want those matters to disturb her peace.

Mu Lan thought it over and believed that Huo Tingxiao could handle it well, so she decided to follow his plan.

“Okay, but you must call me if anything happens; I won't go to the studio today.”

“Alright, sleep a bit more.”

Huo Tingxiao got up without washing up in the bathroom of the master bedroom but instead went downstairs in his slippers.

Mu Lan adjusted her sleeping position, her eyelids gradually drooping, and it didn't take long before she fell asleep again.

Madam Li didn't expect Huo Tingxiao to wake up so early.

“I've made porridge; Young Master, have some before I prepare a portion for the old master.”

Huo Tingxiao was about to refuse, but then he remembered his promise to Mu Lan to take good care of his health. If it were before, he wouldn't have cared about an empty stomach, but now things were different; he needed to remember his promise.

“Alright.”

Madam Li's heart lifted with joy upon hearing this. Knowing that Huo Tingxiao was having stomach problems, she especially learned to make some medicinal porridge suitable for nurturing the stomach. Huo Tingxiao was always a bit sensitive to tastes, but he forced himself to drink it anyway.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, several people immediately crowded around him upon his appearance.

“Tingxiao, you finally showed up. How could you leave your dad to keep watch alone all night?”

“Exactly, your dad is getting old, you should be more considerate towards him.”

Huo Tingxiao looked at the elders and said indifferently,
“Since you all are so concerned, you should have come earlier to take his place.”

The expressions on their faces suddenly became a bit rigid as they changed the subject,
“Tingxiao, we're all family here, you have to be honest with your aunt, your grandfather…”

Huo Qitang got the news and immediately rushed back from Africa. As for who gave the news, Huo Tingxiao naturally guessed.

“My dear big aunt has indeed well-informed sources. Grandfather is still robust, and this time it's not any serious illness. Initially, I didn't plan to notify the elders, but…”

Upon hearing this, Huo Qitang immediately looked down, not daring to meet Huo Tingxiao's eyes.

After all, with a guilty conscience, one is not forthright.

“Your grandfather is getting on in years, and he's been moved to the ICU. How could we not be told? Tingxiao, this is where you went wrong.”

This time, it was Huo Tingxiao's second uncle speaking, the youngest son of the old Mr. Huo, who also held an important position in the group, although his abilities were not outstanding.

“Even if I didn't tell second uncle, you'd find a way to know. Whether I say it or not makes no difference.”

“You…”

The second uncle pursed his lips and glanced at Huo Qidong, the eldest brother; after all, with the elder present, he couldn't just lose his temper.

“Alright, did you all come here early in the morning just for this? The old man is moving to a regular room soon, and if you want to be scolded, continue quarreling.”

Although Huo Qidong had long left the Huo company, his authority as the eldest brother in the Huo family was still recognized; once he spoke up, no one dared to continue their snide remarks.

The old Mr. Huo was transferred to a regular ward, and Shen Zichu brought specialists to see him. Seeing that his spirits were still fairly good, they felt somewhat relieved – at least he seemed alright at the moment.

However… whether there might be a sudden change in his condition was another matter.

In the emergency corridor, Huo Tingxiao watched Shen Zichu, hesitant to speak, and knew that the old man's condition might be unpredictable this time. He needed to be prepared.

Now he was out of danger, but later…
“Tell me the truth.”

“There is a high possibility of a cerebral hemorrhage in the next few days. At grandpa's age, the likelihood of undertaking surgery for a cerebral hemorrhage is not great.”

What he meant was, if there really was a cerebral hemorrhage, it would be like a death sentence.

Huo Tingxiao remained silent for a while.

“I will contact the lawyers at the group to make sure everything that needs to be done is handled in advance.”

Shen Zichu knew he was not one to express his emotions openly, so even knowing such an outcome would only cause him silent suffering.

In fact, ever since Huo Tingxiao stepped into the hospital, he had been suffering from a painful stomach ache but had been enduring it.

Although he appeared calm and indifferent on the surface, the pressure on him was immense.

It wasn't the affairs of the Huo company he feared, nor the might of his enemies; he feared… that the old Mr. Huo might truly not overcome this obstacle.

After all, in his thirty years of life, the old Mr. Huo's influence on him had been immense.

“You also need to take care of yourself. I know that nothing I say right now will be of any use to you.

But… think of Mu Lan, and for her sake, you also need to take good care of yourself.”

Shen Zichu could only use such words to remind him to take care of his health. As a doctor, he should have been desensitized to life and death by now.

But when it occurred to someone close to him, it still had a deep impact.

The unpredictability of life, he had long understood this truth.

“Mmm, thank you, Zichu, for the trouble you've taken.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you being so polite with me? I should be the one thanking you. When I'm busy, I don't have time to think unwelcome thoughts.”

Shen Zichu looked down at some spot on the floor, but his mind uncontrollably brought up the image of Gu Xiaoman…

Chapter end

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