She wiped her tears, gathered her emotions, and went to see Liu Mingxing.
Liu Mingxing had vomited blood, and her recently stitched wound had split open again, just after coming out from the surgery room.
She was still in a coma. When Meng Xi'er entered, Liu Mingxing was on a drip, and Liu Yi was sitting beside her bed, his little face's eyes swollen like grapes.
Upon seeing her, Liu Yi hoarsely called out, "Auntie..."
Meng Xi'er made a "shush" gesture and quietly walked in. She approached Liu Yi, touched the top of his head, and softly said, "Xiaoyi, you haven't slept for a day and a night. Go rest now; I'll take care of things here, alright?"
Liu Yi, with tears streaming down, shook his head. Meng Xi'er picked him up, looked at him, and gently persuaded, "If Mingxing wakes up and sees you sick too, she will be heartbroken. Xiaoyi, let's not make her more upset, alright?"
