Chapter 232 Another car accident
At the door of the operating room of a hospital in Nanchang, a middle-aged woman wearing a plain dress looked haggard and had her eyes closed. She clasped her hands and prayed to the wall, praying that her child in the rescue room would be safe. .
A burst of urgent footsteps came quickly towards this side. The woman stopped and looked towards the sound. After seeing clearly who the person was who was running in a hurry, her suppressed emotions could no longer be controlled. Can't stand it anymore.
“Why are you here!” Lin Qinfang threw herself at Song Zhenglin with red eyes.
Song Zhenglin was breathing rapidly, gasping for breath as he explained, "I encountered an accident on the way here."
"Are you okay then?!" Lin Qinfang anxiously checked whether he was injured.
"I'm fine, it's just a traffic jam."
In fact, when he was driving over just now, he was almost hit by a large truck that ran out of control. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have It's already cold.
Song Zhenglin understated the danger just now and asked with concern, "Is the child okay? What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said...said..." Lin Qinfang felt like something was stuck in her throat. It was like he was stuck, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence, "The doctor said... our Xiaofei's right leg needs to be amputated."
With a bang, Song Zhenglin's mind went blank, and his body was weak and he fell down on a stool nearby. "How could it be so serious that it requires amputation?"
Isn't it just a fight between colleagues, why did it turn into an amputation? ?
Lin Qinfang told the story intermittently. This morning, their son Song Fei went to work as usual. While waiting for the traffic light, he met his former colleague. The two had some quarrels about their previous work. The two people behind started pushing each other, and Sein Fei was accidentally pushed onto the road.
At that time, the green light turned on and a bus passed by. Seinfeld fell in the blind spot of the driver's sight and fell directly on his right leg, crushing it to pieces.
…It’s also a car accident.
A chill ran down Song Zhenglin's back, and the unknown fear squeezed his throat tightly, making him breathless.
Lin Qinfang couldn't help but start complaining as she said, "Is there a curse on your family or is there something wrong with the ancestral grave? Why are things happening one after another in your family?"
Not long ago, other families had problems. Something happened, and now something happened to their family again, and there was also her daughter Yuanyuan who was ill-fated.
Thinking of her daughter who died young, Lin Qinfang was even more sad.
She turned her head and stared at the three dazzling red words on the door, praying in her heart that her son would be safe.
Lin Qinfang's words seemed to hit Song Zhenglin's pain point. His expression was not very good, and his hands on his lap tightened unconsciously. The words Yang Fan had said before kept reappearing in his mind, and there was a bit of struggle and tangle in his eyes.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the name displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, he suddenly had a bad premonition. The call was connected, and the person on the other side spoke urgently and quickly. As he listened to the call, the blood on Song Zhenglin's face faded away. , his face was frighteningly pale.
Lin Qinfang looked at him nervously, "What's wrong? What happened?!"
"Grandpa is sick, let me go over and take a look!" Song Zhenglin threw With these words, he left in a hurry.
"No, your son is still in the operating room!"
Lin Qinfang turned her head to look at the operating room behind her, then turned to look at Song Zhenglin who had run away, and stamped her feet angrily. She didn't understand. Which is more important, your own son or others.
But soon the anger was replaced by a bad premonition, and the angry expression on her face turned into nervousness and fear. Her son had just had an accident, and the old man, who used to be as tough as a young man, also entered After arriving at the hospital, my mind uncontrollably thought of the child who died unexpectedly not long ago.
Is it possible that their family is really in big trouble?
Suddenly she felt a gust of wind behind her, and there was a strange atmosphere in the empty and quiet corridor.
Lin Qinfang swallowed her saliva nervously, sat on the stool, her body tensed, and she kept comforting herself in her heart. It was all a coincidence, it was all a coincidence, and there were all these ghostly things in this world.
On the other side, Song Zhenglin took a taxi and quickly arrived at a private hospital. Because of the accident on the road just now, he did not dare to drive his car. When he got to the hospital, he discovered that the situation was more serious than he thought.
His grandfather lay unconscious on the hospital bed, leaning on the instrument to take his last breath.
The atmosphere in the VIP ward was extremely depressed.
"Uncle Deming, what's wrong with you?" Song Zhenglin asked in a low voice, with a bit of caution in his tone.
Not only was his grandfather sick and admitted to the hospital, but his cousin Song Deming was also lying on the bed, his legs and hands wrapped in thick bandages. The old man is completely different.
Everyone was fine last night, so why are they all like this today?
“I fell when I went out.”
Song Deming’s face was extremely ugly. This was the most serious injury he had suffered in the past decades, because he accidentally stepped on a banana. Pi, when he fell, he accidentally knocked over the iron decoration on the table next to him.
A heavy piece of iron hit his hand and broke it.
And the iron lump was just a few centimeters away from hitting his head.
"Dad, why don't we go find Taoist Master Yan Qing?" Song Zhengmin, who was sitting on the sofa, had a look of fear on his face. He was afraid that it would be his turn next.
He is afraid of death.
"Yes, otherwise we can find someone to contact Taoist Master Yanqing."
Song Zhengmin's daughter-in-law, Yao Lanli, stood by the side holding her son in fear, and immediately echoed that she was very afraid that something would happen to her son.
Song Jiabao, who was already eighteen years old, was a little reluctant to be so close to his mother. With an impatient expression on his face, he moved to the side.
Besides there was a young woman holding a girl of about ten years old in her arms.
Song Deming looked gloomy and did not answer their words. He only focused on the girl with cold eyes.
When he looked at her like this, the girl shrank into the woman's arms in fear.
The woman was obviously afraid of Song Deming, with a look of fear on her face, but she hugged the girl tightly, used her body to block the cold sight, and turned her face away, so that no one could see what was hidden in her eyes. Overwhelming hatred.
Song Zhenglin noticed his gaze, and Yu Xin couldn't help but took a step forward to block Song Deming's view with his body.
Song Deming's gaze became colder and more penetrating. Song Zhenglin had always been afraid of this uncle, but he still stood there bravely.
After a long time, Song Deming moved away from Song Zhenglin and said, "It's just a small matter, don't make a fuss."
He then scolded Song Zhengmin and his wife with a straight face, "What's the matter now? The times have changed and you still believe in these things, have your brains been damaged by the door? ”
Song Zhengmin and his wife were scolded. They were very dissatisfied but did not dare to resist due to the other's majesty, so they could only be scolded.
After Song Deming scolded Song Zhengmin and his wife, he looked at the young woman and girl next to him, and his expression instantly changed into that amiable old man.
"Yueyue was scared, grandpa is fine." He said to the young woman, his daughter-in-law Qian Xiaotao: "Xiaotao, you are tired too, hurry up and take the child back. Let's rest at home."
Qian Xiaotao hummed and left with her children. The cold gaze behind her followed them until the door was closed, blocking out the cold gaze.
(End of this chapter)