Pei Yanqing stood still, his heart filled with concern for his brother, but he also knew that at this moment, all he could do was silently accompany him.
Seeing this, Men Ling gently pulled on Pei Yanqing's arm, signaling him not to speak anymore, and the two of them sat quietly to the side, praying for Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu in their way.
In the hospital's long corridor, tension and stillness wove together into a complex tapestry.
The sound of Pei Jingchuan's footsteps echoed in this quiet space; with each pace back and forth, it seemed to pound heavily on the heart of everyone present.
They sat quietly, observing Pei Jingchuan, and although they did not know the turmoil in his heart at this moment, they could clearly feel the unease that permeated the air.
Pei Yanqing stood quietly to the side, his gaze following every movement of Pei Jingchuan closely.