Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

The hospital is always the busiest place. Li Baihan led Song Weiwei out of the elevator, and people came and went in the downstairs hall.

Both the patients and their families were sad, with dark clouds floating above their heads.

Song Weiwei didn't like the hospital. Besides the smell of disinfectant, there was another important reason. It was full of despair.

She remembered that when she just woke up, she was still living in the ICU, next to an old man suffering from a heart attack. The first day she heard the nurse say that the old man's operation was a success. The sound of hurried footsteps, and the sound of wheels sliding under the bed.

She woke up the next day and didn't see the old man next door. She was glad that the old man had finally left the ICU, but she accidentally heard the nurse say that the old man died suddenly in the middle of the night last night.

The pathos of that moment nearly overwhelmed her.

She thought, if one day, she fell into a long sleep, how sad and desperate would those family members waiting outside the ICU be?

"I don't like hospitals." Song Weiwei said suddenly.

Li Baihan looked down at her, and quietly squeezed her hand, "Coincidentally, I don't like hospitals either."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Why don't you like hospitals?"

Li Baihan paused, "Normal people don't like hospitals. Of course, except for doctors and nurses, they love their jobs and save other people's lives."

Song Weiwei looked at the hall where people came and went, "My elder brother is a medical student. He said that whenever he dragged a person back from the gate of hell and saw them back to health, he was very pleased and felt very proud of being a doctor."

"Well, it is destiny for doctors to save lives, but I don't like being a doctor. You remember that when you were young, there was a text in the textbook about Bai Qiuen. At that time, the teacher asked us to write a composition. Many students wrote about what they wanted when they grew up. Being a doctor is as great as Bai Qiuen."

Song Weiwei became interested, "Then what did you write?"

"I wrote that I don't like being a doctor, I don't like the smell of medicine, I don't like the smell of disinfectant, and I don't like facing death."

As a doctor, while saving the lives of others, it is inevitable that a fresh life will fall before your eyes.

In this world, even if you are knowledgeable, you still have an incurable disease, and the despair and frustration brought about by that moment will take a lifetime to adjust and adapt to.

Song Weiwei didn't expect that his thoughts coincided with hers, she said: "Coincidentally, I also wrote the same way when I was writing the composition back then, and the teacher punished me to rewrite it."

Li Baihan looked at her, and the two smiled at each other.

"Then what did you rewrite?"

Song Weiwei frowned and thought for a while, "I don't remember, I just remember the teacher's comment was to be kind to life and face death."

Li Baihan said, "Your teacher is very philosophical."

Song Weiwei smiled to herself for a while, "I was young at that time, so I didn't understand the deep meaning of these eight characters, so I felt that the teacher was not satisfied with my composition, and asked me to write an essay about the same dream as my classmates, and I was very unwilling to repeat it. I wrote it, and finally invited my parents, and when I got home, my grandpa slapped me in the palm of my hand."

Speaking of Mr. Song, Song Weiwei looked at Li Baihan with a guilty conscience, for fear that he would think of something.

With a normal expression, Li Baihan pulled her hand up and asked, "Which hand did you hit?"

Song Weiwei passed her left hand over, but she wasn't embarrassed by talking about her youth, "This one, my grandpa said that the right hand doesn't want to do homework, and the left hand will be punished."

Li Baihan stared down at the palm of her hand. Her palm prints were clear and criss-crossed. The life line and career line were very long, and the only line of love was full of twists and turns.

He lowered his head and placed a soft and moist kiss on her palm.

The pores of Song Weiwei's whole body were relaxed, she lowered her eyes, looked at the back of Li Baihan's head, her heart throbbed, did he kiss her palm? ! !

She curled her fingers and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Li Baihan grabbed it firmly.

He raised his head, the light in his eyes was soft, "It won't hurt after a kiss."

Song Weiwei stared at him blankly. In fact, she wanted to say that the pain was gone long ago. Grandpa hit her palm just to make it less harmful and extremely insulting.

When she was a child, she was very concerned about saving face. When she was beaten, she would find a place to hide and cry secretly. It was either because she was hurt by the beating and she cried, or she felt that her self-esteem was hurt.

Later, her grandfather was always sick, and the family had no money to get medicine. She begged from the village to the village in the middle of the night, asking her neighbors to borrow medical expenses.

"Song Song?"

Song Weiwei regained her senses, she withdrew her hand, and slowly clenched it into a fist. The palm of her hand was scorching hot, as if she wanted to burn away all the grievances and dissatisfaction in the past.

She looked away from him uncomfortably, and saw that the green plants placed in the center of the hall were full of vitality and greenery, she sighed softly, "Spring is here."

Standing beside her, Li Baihan followed her gaze and saw a tinge of red among the lush green plants. He then said, "Spring has indeed come."

The two looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, it seemed that in this overcrowded and gloomy hospital hall, they both became alive and hopeful.

They looked at the spring in each other's eyes, and couldn't move their eyes away for a while.

There was a sudden commotion at the gate of the hospital, and the sound of iron wheels rubbing against the ground came from far to near. Song Weiwei looked away from Li Baihan's face, watching the doctors and nurses rushing towards the emergency room pushing the mobile bed.

A stumbling girl was following behind the moving bed. The girl was crying while running, and described herself as being in a state of distress, as if she was going to lose her support and fall to the ground in the next second.

Song Weiwei narrowed her eyes, feeling that the girl was very familiar. It wasn't until the girl ran close that she could clearly see the other person's facial features. It was Xiao Lin at the front desk.

Seeing that the mobile bed had been sent to the emergency room, Song Weiwei walked over quickly, and Li Baihan hurriedly followed after seeing it.

Xiao Lin sat down at the door of the operating room, sobbing came from between her fingers, she was distraught.

People were so sad that they couldn't cry. Song Weiwei knelt down in front of her and handed her a tissue, "Xiao Lin, wipe your tears."

Xiao Lin raised her head and looked at Song Weiwei who was close at hand. She burst into tears, "Miss Song, my mother...she..."

Song Weiwei held her hand, "I know, don't worry, the doctor will save her."

"No one will save her..." Xiao Lin said while crying, "They said that my mother's brain surgery is very risky. No one dares to operate on her. Even if I have the best doctor, I have no money."

Song Weiwei held her hand tightly in silence.

"All the money I've earned over the years has been used to treat her illness. I don't know where to get the 40 yuan for medical expenses. If I can get the money by selling me, I won't hesitate, but I..." As Xiao Lin spoke, he began to despise himself, "I am fat and ugly, who would pay 40 for me, I despise myself..."

"I'll buy it." Song Weiwei said suddenly.

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, so shocked that she even forgot to shed tears, she stared blankly at Song Weiwei, "Miss Song..."

"I haven't had time to thank you for the matter of the three-legged golden crow. You could obviously use that money to give your mother a good treatment, but you chose to stand by me. You trust me, and I can't let you down. Trust me, I will pay for the operation fee, and I will invite the doctor." Song Weiwei put down her bold words domineeringly.

To her, 40 is nothing, but to Xiaolin, it is an astronomical figure. The money in her hand is already stretched, and she can only watch her mother suffer.

Xiao Lin shook his head desperately, "Miss Song, I can't. My mother taught me since I was a child that I should be worthy of my conscience. When I was desperate, Master Mu Yi took me in. He gave me money to treat my mother. I can't Do something sorry for him."

Song Weiwei was stunned.

She didn't expect that there was such a relationship between Xiao Lin and Master. She put her hand on her shoulder, "Master didn't misjudge anyone, and I didn't believe the wrong person, Xiao Lin, you deserve it."

Hearing this, Xiao Lin burst into tears.

When holding the 20 yuan, she struggled and hesitated, and also wanted to be selfish for her mother, even if she felt sorry for Master Mu Yi and her conscience, she still wanted to let her mother live.

But my mother told her not to let down a person who helped you in adversity, because you may never meet such a person again.

She is very glad that she chose her conscience. Now that the dead tree is in spring, she is lucky to meet a person who is willing to help her again.

"Thank you Miss Song," Xiao Lin choked up, "I will be your cow and horse in the future, and in my next life I will make a straw ring to repay your great kindness."

Song Weiwei couldn't laugh or cry at her words, "What's the matter, if I were a man, wouldn't you agree with me?"

Xiao Lin nodded desperately, "Even if you are a woman, I can promise you with my body."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Girl, you don't have to!
Li Baihan had always been by Song Weiwei's side, but when he heard Xiao Lin crying and saying that he would give her body, he couldn't calm down any longer.

He stretched out his hand to hold Song Weiwei in his arms, and watched Xiao Lin declare his sovereignty condescendingly, "She is mine, don't make up her mind."

He knew that Song Weiwei was not as soft and cute as seven years ago, but now she was cool and sassy, ​​so she would inevitably attract some crazy bees.

He thought it was enough to guard against those stinky men, but he didn't expect that even women were interested in her, so he wanted to hide her so that no one could see her.

Xiao Lin stared blankly at Li Baihan, seeing him staring at her warily, she blushed all of a sudden, and waved her hands desperately, "No, no, no, I didn't intend on Miss Song, how dare I?"

"It's better like this." Li Bai said coldly.

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, she bent down to help Xiao Lin up, and said, "He was joking with you, go sit on the chair over there for a while, tell me if you have a favorite specialist, I'll get in touch, and arrange the operation as soon as possible."

Xiao Lin wiped away his tears, "I have inquired about it, and I heard that Dr. Song Yuheng Song has rich experience in surgery, and the success rate of surgery is very high, but he has gone to Beicheng."

"It's easy to handle, leave it to me." Song Weiwei didn't expect such a coincidence that Xiao Lin's favorite doctor was her brother.

Xiao Lin seemed to be relieved, and after a while he looked a little embarrassed, "Miss Song, my mother doesn't want to leave Jiangcheng, would it cost more to go to Beicheng?"

Song Weiwei understood what she was worried about, and she said, "If you don't go to Beicheng, I will let my brother come back to Jiangcheng. Don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

"Your brother?" Xiao Lin looked at her in surprise.

Song Weiwei smiled and said: "Yes, Song Yuheng is my brother, my own brother, we lived in the same expensive womb house."

Xiao Lin looked at her in shock. To be honest, she never thought that Song Yuheng would be Miss Song's brother. What kind of luck did she have?
At this time, she felt scared, if she chose to be a minion for the tiger, she might not meet such a good person.

Another hour later, the red light in the operating room turned green, the doctor came out of the operating room, and Xiao Lin hurried over.

Seeing this, Song Weiwei also followed. The doctor told the patient's detailed situation, and finally concluded, "Do the operation as soon as possible, the patient's body functions have reached their limit."

After the doctor left, Xiao Lin staggered and slammed into the wall. Her face was ashen and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked at Song Weiwei in despair, "Miss Song, what should I do?"

Song Weiwei couldn't bear it, and comforted her: "I'll help you contact my brother right away, and perform the operation as soon as possible."

Kobayashi nodded vigorously while crying.

Back upstairs in the ward, Song Weiwei hurriedly called Song Yuheng. Song Yuheng returned to Beicheng after the year. He was an exchange student at Beicheng Central Hospital for a year. Before the time came, he couldn't really run with Song Weiwei.

He was very nervous when he received Song Weiwei's call, "Song Song, what's wrong, is it Chenchen..."

"No, no," Song Weiwei quickly answered him, "Chenchen is fine, and I'm fine too. Brother, don't worry, there is just one thing I need your help with."

Song Yuheng's heart fell back to the original place, and he said: "It's as long as you are fine, if you need brother to do something, just ask."

Song Weiwei smiled, "It's like this..."

Song Weiwei told Song Yuheng about Xiao Lin's mother, and Song Yuheng immediately asked her to fax the case to him, and he would talk about it after reading the case.

Song Weiwei had no choice but to call Xiao Lin and ask Xiao Lin to fax the case to Song Yuheng's office. Within two hours, Song Yuheng called her back.

"The situation is really urgent and surgery needs to be arranged immediately. I have looked at my work schedule. I will be on vacation next Wednesday and I can come back."

Song Weiwei calculated the time. Today is Saturday, and there are still four days until next Wednesday. She immediately called Xiao Lin and told her the operation time.

Xiao Lin was very grateful and hung up the phone. When Song Weiwei raised her eyes, she saw Li Baihan had prepared the food and beckoned her to eat.

Song Weiwei walked over and sat down next to Song Chenchen. The little guy was tired from reading in the morning and fell asleep straight away. He didn't wake up when they returned to the ward.

Song Weiwei took a piece of fish cake for him and put it in his bowl, "Eat it."

She has tasted the taste of despair, so she hopes that everyone around her will be well. Seeing Xiao Lin, she saw the past when she had nowhere to ask for help to save her grandfather, and she felt countless regrets in her heart.

Li Baihan was sitting next to her, watching her hold the chopsticks in a daze, he patted her hand, "Eat, don't think so much, do your best and obey the destiny."

Song Weiwei nodded, "With my brother here, Xiao Lin's mother will be fine, I'm not worried."

Song Yuheng is a god-like existence in brain surgery. All the patients treated by him have recovered and been discharged from the hospital. Therefore, she doesn't have to worry about having him perform the surgery.