Waking up again, I was in the hospital.

Jiang Song sat in front of the ward, looking disheveled and haggard.

I regained consciousness after a while.

I suddenly grabbed his hand and asked, "Where is Yang? What happened to him?"

The words that followed seemed to be lost suddenly, no matter how hard I tried to speak, I couldn't say anything.

The one who protected me from the falling shelf was Yang.

"He's fine. He got stitches on his back. The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, so he hasn't woken up," he said.

A heavy stone that had been hanging in my heart fell.

I found my voice again and asked, "Where is he?"

In the next ward.

Yang lay quietly on the bed, his face pale.

He used to be my pillar of support, but now he seemed so fragile that I was afraid to touch him.

I gently held his hand and pressed it against my face, feeling his warmth, and finally felt at ease.

"Xinxin," his fingers moved as he struggled to turn over.

I quickly held him down and said, "Don't move. There are more than twenty stitches on your back. Does it hurt?"

"I can't feel anything. Maybe the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. Don't worry, I'm tough and strong."

"Even if you're tough, can you withstand such a heavy shelf?"

"You know, that shelf was really heavy. Luckily, I arrived in time. How about you? Are you okay?"

I wiped away my tears and said, "I'm fine. Why did you come?"

He grinned, "Maybe it's because I usually do good deeds, and the heavens are helping me. This morning, as soon as you left, I had a bad feeling. Accidents on set are quite common, and I was really worried about you, so I came to find you."

As I listened, tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

I cried so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.

"Stop crying, my dear." He tried to turn over but failed.

"Oh, I suddenly realized that since you've been with me, you've become more and more prone to crying. If someone didn't know, they'd think I'm bullying you."

"You are bullying me. Can't I even cry? Who gave you the right to interfere?" I said unreasonably.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I made you worried and scared."

"Crybaby."

He sighed as if he were acting.

"Question: What should I do if my wife is a crybaby? Waiting online, quite urgent."