The green camphor tree has a deep view

After saying those harsh words, Wen Qing took advantage of Song Jingshen's daze and rushed out of the door. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she used all her strength to pull the suitcase. Fortunately, the threshold of the security door was relatively low, so she did not delay her escape.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut from the outside. Song Jingshen held the door frame, hesitating whether to go out and pull her back.

But what if he brought her back? This guy had said it all. Even if Jing Huai hadn't come today, he wouldn't have been willing to force her like this - just now she cried and said her legs hurt, and he couldn't bear it.

"Did I ruin...your good thing?" Song Jinghuai asked hesitantly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Yes! But I remind you not to gloat over other people's misfortune, otherwise there will be no good outcome for you and Gu Huaiyuan." Song Jingshen cheered up, slowly walked back to the sofa, and sat diagonally opposite her.

"Bah! Do you still act like a brother? You are so stingy that you even curse your own sister." Song Jinghuai was so angry that he reached out and hit her brother, pouting and saying, "You are not allowed to apologize, and I won't forgive you even if you apologize!"

"Who wants to apologize?" Song Jingshen was amused by her. He knew that his sister did it on purpose. Brothers and sisters are connected by heart, and when she saw that he was unhappy, she wanted to make him laugh.

Seeing him smile, Jing Huai stood up and found two cans of beer from the refrigerator and threw one to his brother: "Tell me, what did you do to that girl just now? Why didn't she want to stay for even a minute?"

Song Jingshen took the beer, unfastened the buckle neatly, and took a sip. The cold liquor flowed down his throat into his internal organs, completely extinguishing the desire. His mind calmed down, and the familiar plot returned.

"Nothing, she just needs to be punished." He replied, his face dark and gloomy, no expression could be seen.

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Wen Qing came out of Guangyu, feeling as if she had experienced a catastrophe. She had no strength left in her body. She slept soundly in the car all the way and was not awakened by Jing Long until they arrived at the hospital gate.

"Sister, where are we going?" Jing Long stood at the entrance of the inpatient department, one hand held by Wen Qing and the other hand tightly holding a few ginseng slices - his sister said that ginseng slices are good for the body and he would give them to his mother later.

Wen Qing held Jing Long in one hand and dragged the suitcase in the other, limping to the information desk and reported her aunt's name. The young nurse's eyes lit up: "Are you Ms. Wen Qing? Mr. Song just called and told me to arrange a lounge for you."

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but she was still a little worried. Then she changed her mind and decided that no matter which Mr. Song he was, this was what they should do for the sake of their aunt and Jing Long.

The young nurse led Wen Qing and Jing Long to the elevator, and after turning a few corners, they came to a single ward. The ward was not small and was clean. In addition to the bed, there were several sets of high and low cabinets against the wall. There were two small sofas under the window, and in the middle of the sofa was a small table for drinking tea. A nurse was sitting at the table eating.

"I just wiped her body and she's asleep now." The nurse got up and whispered when he saw her come in.

Wen Qing nodded, thanked her softly, then tiptoed to the bedside and leaned over to look at her aunt's face.

My aunt's complexion was relatively normal, but she was a little thin, her cheeks were a little sunken, and she had obvious dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she was exhausted.

"When will mom wake up?" Jing Long asked timidly. It was the first time he saw his mother like this, and he was worried and scared. Tears welled up in his eyes and were about to turn into tears and roll down.

"I don't know. Maybe soon, let's go ask the doctor?" Wen Qing wanted to divert Jing Long's attention.

"I won't ask the doctor. I'm going to wait here for my mother to wake up." Jing Long found a stool and sat down, staying by the bed.

Wen Qing had no choice but to ask the nurse to buy a box lunch from the hospital cafeteria for Jing Long, and she went to find the doctor alone.

The attending doctor was a white-haired old man who looked at Wen Qing kindly, "Your aunt fainted last night. She must have had some symptoms before, but she either didn't pay attention or ignored them because she was busy."

"What disease does she have?" Wen Qing asked anxiously.

The old doctor took out a black X-ray film and inserted it on the bright white fluorescent screen beside the table.

"Did you see it?" He pointed to a bright little spot on the film with a pen and said, "This is one of the causes of your aunt's illness - cerebral aneurysm."

Wen Qing stared at the film in amazement. It showed a cross-section in the shape of a head, with a spider-web-like network of thin threads running through it. These should be the blood vessels in the brain. The small bright spot was the tangled blood vessels that had condensed into a tumor.

"Is it a tumor?" Wen Qing asked.

"It's not a tumor, it's a natural cerebral vascular malformation, which may cause a small amount of cerebral hemorrhage, and in severe cases, it may cause a stroke."

When I heard the word "stroke", I felt that it was particularly ridiculous to associate these two words with my aunt.

"Isn't stroke a disease for the elderly? My aunt is only in her thirties..."

"Old people are generally more seriously ill, especially those with high blood pressure, but middle-aged people may also suffer from mild strokes. If the situation is not serious, it will heal quickly and there will be no sequelae. The only thing to be afraid of is..."

"What are you afraid of?" Wen Qing asked.

"Your aunt's situation is somewhat special. Her hemangioma is not far from the brain stem. Although the amount of bleeding this time is very small, she has already developed numbness in her hands and feet and difficulty in movement. It's only a mild degree, so recovery will be relatively easy."

The doctor paused, as if considering his words: "However, if the bleeding occurs again, the amount of bleeding is likely to be larger than this time, and there is a possibility of causing a stroke."

Wen Qing didn't say anything. She seemed to have heard a loud noise. Her mind was dazed and she couldn't come back to her senses. "Then... when can she be discharged from the hospital?"

"It usually takes about ten days for the blood clots in the brain to be absorbed."

Seeing her heavy face, the old doctor said: "After all, the patient is still very young. As long as she keeps exercising and keeps a good mood after being discharged from the hospital, there is still hope for recovery. Little girl, you have to keep your confidence!"

Wen Qing understood the old doctor's kindness, smiled and said "hmm", then asked the patient about some dietary and daily matters, said goodbye to him, and turned to walk towards the ward.

The corridor was very long. As Wen Qing was walking, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the ward, as if someone was chatting with her aunt.

She hurried into the ward and saw a stool next to the bed. The person sitting on the stool was none other than the woman she had just met in Song Jingshen's apartment.

"Hello, I'm Jing Huai, Song Jingshen's sister." The woman extended her hand to her gracefully. "Just now Jing Long said that his sister Qing'er is prettier than a fairy. It turns out he was right."

Wen Qing concealed the surprise in her eyes, gently held her hand, said "Hello", and then couldn't say anything else.

"I should have come earlier, but the plane was delayed. I was so sleepy that I almost fell asleep before I could say a few words."

"Is Jing Long asleep? Where did he sleep?" Wen Qing asked.

"My brother has arranged a separate ward for you two. I asked the nurse to take him there." Jing Huai looked into Wen Qing's eyes with a smile, but the other person turned her head away.

"It seems that we didn't miss anything, but we missed your grandmother's funeral, which is really a pity." Zhou Wen said softly while leaning on the bed.

Wen Qing sat down beside Zhou Wen's bed: "When did you wake up? What do you want to eat? I bought some ginseng slices. The doctor said it's okay to eat. I'll give them to you."

Zhou Wen looked at Wen Qing distressedly: "Good boy, I'm not hungry, you should take a rest. You've worked hard with Jing Long these days! Did you get used to sleeping at Jing Shen's place last night?"

"Well, it's okay. Jing Long likes the decorations in his brother's living room and is having a lot of fun playing with them." Wen Qing was dealing with her aunt while paying attention to Jing Huai. Seeing that Jing Huai seemed to be hesitant to speak, she couldn't help but become worried.

What if Jing Huai revealed the ambiguity between her and Song Jingshen to his aunt, Song Weiming, or even to the Gu family... Wen Qing didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Fortunately, Jing Huai quickly stood up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, I have to go back. I'll come see you again when I have time." After saying that, she winked at Wen Qing, motioning her to follow.