The first top lady

Saint drove very fast.

Shang Jinxiao ran to the front desk to inquire about Song Yixuan's hospitalization information, but found that Guan Qian did not follow him, but walked straight to the elevator.

"Hey," he quickly followed and got into the elevator, "Do you know which ward she is in?" You don't even want to ask?

Guan Qian lowered his eyes and said, "I can sense where she is."

There was a look of worry on his face, because Song Yixuan's connection with him was very weak, which meant that Song Yixuan's physical condition was very poor.

"Ah? So magical?" Shang Jinxiao looked at Sheng Kai with a confused look on his face, asking with his eyes, but got no answer.

Guan Qian walked quickly forward after exiting the elevator. Shang Jinxiao looked at such a delicate beauty coughing and panting, and actually felt a little distressed, thinking: This Miss Song is quite powerful, holding the power of the wife's surname.

Although he didn't know that the owner of Yinqiu Manor was Guan Qian, the Thirteenth Young Master of Dijing, he had worked with Yinqiu for such a long time and had never heard that Diyin's last name was Song. It turned out that the owner wanted to take his wife's last name.

Ying Yizhi stared at the three people who came in, slowly stood up, and asked, "Who are you?"

"As a friend." Guan Qian stared at Ying Yizi, who looked very noble and elegant, half-narrowed his beautiful eyes, and spoke calmly.

Shang Jinxiao swallowed his words. He was about to respond, but he was confused as to why Guan Qian claimed to be Song Yixuan's friend. Just a friend?

I couldn't help but recall the look Guan Qian gave me at the door of Ying's house, so did he say the wrong thing at that time?

Ying Huizhi saw Guan Qian coming in and asked Ying Yizhi quietly, "Who is he?"

Ying Yizi shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing Guan Qian sitting in his seat, Ying Huizhi brought a small stool and sat down on the other side of Song Yixuan's bed, facing Guan Qian, keeping watch at all times.

Ying Yizi quietly found a sofa in the corner and sat down.

Shang Jinxiao felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he pulled Sheng Kai back to the outer room and waited.

The sunlight outside the window shone in through the gauze curtains, but Song Yixuan's dream was still foggy.

"Who are you?" In the dream, Song Yixuan fought with Jia Ming again. She almost stared with her eyes wide open, trying to see what the person in the fog looked like.

But Jia Ming's expression was very stiff, like a wooden man. Suddenly, the face in front of him changed into another look.

Song Yixuan's pupils suddenly dilated, "Kou Shan!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a name, her eyes turning bloodshot.

“Hahahaha…” Kou Shan laughed towards the sky, “What a pity, you still can’t kill me.”

Song Yixuan glared at Kou Shan fiercely. Suddenly, a pistol appeared in her clenched fist. She raised her hand and shot Kou Shan without hesitation.

The fog in front of her eyes was so thick, but why could she see the trajectory of the bullet after it left the gun clearly, as if time was slowed down a hundred times.

Did she take revenge?

Before she could feel relieved, she watched Kou Shan's face turn into another very familiar face that she hadn't seen for a long time.

She hurriedly dropped the gun in her hand, her hands shaking violently, a sour feeling rushed into her throat, she opened her mouth, but couldn't shout anything, she could only watch with her own eyes the bullet that shot out of her hand hit the man's chest.

“...Master...Master...Father, Master..." Song Yixuan staggered forward two steps, trying to get closer.

But it looked like it was only three meters away, so why couldn't she walk over? It was as if there was a world away between them, and she just couldn't reach it.

Why did she have a gun in her hand? She obviously didn't bring a gun when she came to Misty Bay.

She was in a dream.

Yes, it's just a dream, just a dream.

Song Yixuan fell into a nightmare. She told herself that it was just a dream, while feeling deeply guilty.

Because she had actually seen her master fall down in front of her.

So she killed her master again, did she? Even though it was in a dream.

Wei Yilin smiled at her, still as warm and amiable as before, with tenderness and light in his eyes.

It’s a pity that she will never see such a beautiful pair of eyes again.

No, she had seen a pair of eyes that looked very similar to hers, that was...

A ray of light came from somewhere. When Song Yixuan opened his eyes, Wei Yilin had disappeared in the fog, and the fog gradually dissipated in the sunlight.

The sun rose, but why could she still not find the direction to go?

"Master, Master..." She passed through the forests, mountains, wastelands, and deserts in her dreams, but could not find any figure.

Wasn't it already daybreak? Why couldn't she see the sun?

"Okay, it's time to go back."

Wei Yilin's gentle voice came from above her head. Song Yixuan woke up with the last word "Master" and saw a person on each side staring at her. One was Guan Qian, the other was Ying Huizhi, and there was another Ying Yizhi at the end of the bed.

"I'm fine." Her voice was a little hoarse, and she answered her own situation before these people could ask her, "Oh, that..."

She sat up and wanted to say something.

"Drink some water first." Guan Qian handed the water to Song Yixuan. He felt relieved when he sensed that Song Yixuan's energy had almost recovered.

"I had something to do last night, so I took your car."

"Now you know, tell me."

"I didn't have time." In fact, she was deliberately avoiding Guan Qian, but why did he follow her?

Song Yixuan seemed to guess what she was thinking. He sighed and said, "There is a location in the car."

"Oh." How could she forget this? That was not her car, so naturally there was no jammer installed.

"Sister Xi, who beat you up like this?" Ying Huizhi regarded Song Yixi as a hero. The person who could hurt Song Yixi must be extraordinary. "Should we call the police?"

Ying Yizi told her last night that this matter might not be simple. Song Yixuan was in a coma again. They didn't know what role Song Yixuan played in it, so they didn't dare to call the police rashly.

Song Yixuan took off the needle on the back of his hand, pressed the medical tape on the needle hole with his thumb, put on his shoes and stood up, "No need to call the police."

Seeing Ying Huizhi was worried, she smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"But you..." You even used the emergency channel last night, so how can you get out of bed now? She was just surprised at Song Yixuan's recovery speed and worried that he was just holding on.

"Actually, I went to find you because I didn't want to come to the hospital, but I didn't have the time to see you." Before he could say anything, he was sent to the hospital by Ying Yizhi and Ying Huizhi.

Ying Huizhi was half-believing and half-doubting. She couldn't understand Song Yixuan's logic, but when she saw that Song Yixuan was indeed fine, she didn't delve into it any further.

Ying Yizi watched all this quietly from the side. When Song Yixuan came towards him and nodded to express his gratitude, he just nodded in response without overstepping his authority.

Sheng started the discharge procedures. When Song Yixuan came out, she saw a row of doctors standing at the door of the ward, looking her up and down, with surprise and confusion on their faces, and they seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Song Yixuan took a quick look and turned away, leaving the doctors puzzled. Especially the attending physician, they had never encountered such a miraculous case.