Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 57

The phone in my pocket rang for a long time.

After a long time, Rong Zheng's fist was slowly withdrawn from the wardrobe door.

Rong Zheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

It was my mother, Ying Lan, who called.

Rong Zheng stared at the screen of the mobile phone for a long time and answered the call.

"mom."

Rong Zheng's voice was calm, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"Xiao Zheng, why did it take so long to answer your call?"

Rong Zheng lied, "I'm sorry. I was packing in the fluffy room, and the phone was in the car, I didn't hear it."

Hearing that Rong Zheng was still at home, a flash of surprise flashed in Ying Lan's eyes.

She thought that the eldest son should have been on his way back to the hospital after being gone for so long, or had already returned.

But at this point, the road was already quite congested.

Ying Lan didn't think too much.

"Then have you packed everything? Rongrong woke up. Ask me and your dad as soon as you wake up, where are you..."

Through the receiver, Rong Zheng could clearly feel the joy in his mother's tone for his son's waking up, as well as the slight jealousy and helplessness that his little son found Rong Zheng as a brother as soon as he woke up.

…

Fluffy woke up?

Rong Zheng's fingertips were slightly tight as he held the phone.

Following the lie he just told, he continued: "I just got in the car, I'll drive over now."

Ying Lan's voice was filled with a smile, "Okay. Come here quickly. Rongrong heard me calling you, and is staring at me now. But be careful on the road, and don't drive too fast."

It was only after experiencing the incident that the youngest son was accidentally cut and injured, for Ying Lan, nothing was more important than the safety of the two children.

"Um,"

After hanging up the phone, Rong Zheng opened the wardrobe.

The hospital needs to wear hospital gowns, and Rongrong's clothes are temporarily unavailable.

Rong Zheng took a few pieces of underwear for Rongrong to change from the drawer of the wardrobe, and went to Rongrong's bathroom to get the toiletries.

I found a travel bag in Rongrong's room and put my underwear and toiletries into the travel bag.

Rong Zheng drove back to the hospital.

Rong Zheng stood in the corridor with a travel bag in both hands, and there was light coming from the ward.

The voices of the parents' conversations could be heard faintly from the ward.

Rong Zheng's eyes sank slightly.

He handed the travel bag in his right hand to his left, raised his hand, and opened the door.

…

In the room, Ying Lan was sitting in front of the hospital bed, holding a straw in his hand, feeding Rongrong with water.

Rongrong just woke up not long ago.

The effect of the anesthetic is still there, and Rongrong has no strength.