Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Yanzhi's operation was still in progress.

There were many people waiting outside the operating room. He Jinxiu's eyes turned red with worry. She only had this one son and she didn't usually discipline him. Suddenly, he got into an accident after returning from a competition abroad and was seriously injured.

She was extremely anxious and worried, and she only regretted that she could not go to the operating room for her son.

Zhu Ying was always by her side to comfort her. They exchanged some words and both of them had tears in their eyes.

Song Mingjie paced anxiously in the corridor, his hands on his hips, a look of worry on his face. Song Hui had been on the phone, trying to find out how the accident happened from the traffic police.

Song Xilan stood against the wall, staring at the operating room with the red light on, not knowing what she felt.

When she got the call that Song Yanzhi had been in a car accident, she rushed over without stopping. When she arrived, Song Yanzhi was already in surgery. She didn't know what the situation was, but her mother said it seemed serious. Song Yanzhi's motorcycle was hit by a van, and he was trapped under the car. When he was rescued, he was covered in blood...

Whether there is any danger to life is still unknown.

Song Xilan didn't know why, but when she thought about this, tears were about to fall.

She turned her face away, secretly wiped away her tears, and thought to herself, "I don't like him, and I have nothing to do with him, so why should I worry about him so much?"

But she was still very worried.

She stared at the tightly closed door of the operating room and muttered silently, "Song Yanzhi, you can't die. You still have to take me to that restaurant for dinner and treat me to small cakes and juice..."

When Qiao Ruyi and Ling Che arrived at the hospital, the atmosphere was very heavy.

After greeting and comforting several elders, she walked to Song Xilan who was standing by the wall.

"Xilan..."

She saw Song Xilan's red eyes and looked at the closed door of the operating room. "How is Yanzhi?"

Song Xilan shook his head, "I don't know the situation yet..."

"Don't worry." Qiao Ruyi comforted her, "It will be fine."

"Ling Che is here." Song Mingjie saw Ling Che, and a look of relief appeared on his worried face. He sighed again, "Yanzhi is a disobedient child."

Song Mingjie has always wanted Song Yanzhi to return to his company to take over the work so that he can inherit the family business in the future, but he is not interested in this and has no interest in business.

Song Mingjie thought that if he had been obedient and taken care of the company's affairs earlier, this accident would not have happened.

Ling Che glanced at the door of the operating room and said, "Uncle, Song Yanzhi will be fine. He's very lucky."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Hui.

Song Hui understood what he meant and followed him to the corridor.

Ling Che lit a cigarette and looked at Song Hui, "Director Song, what do you say?"

Song Hui contacted the traffic police and got a general idea of ​​the situation.

"The perpetrator was driving under the influence, so drunk he couldn't tell the difference between humans and animals. He just happened to hit Yanzhi while driving a van."

Song Hui said, "The person has now been detained by the police."

Drunk driving?

How could it be such a coincidence?

Song Yanzhi got into an accident and Qiao Ruyi's car brakes failed.

Are these two things a coincidence or are they related?

Ling Che bit his cigarette and said nothing.

His deep eyes were unusually sharp in the dim corridor.

"Smoke less." Song Hui looked at him and said earnestly, "You have almost done what you need to do. It's time to give your father a grandson and live a good life."

He glanced outside and sighed, "You kids, every one of you is a real worry to me."

Ling Che bit the cigarette in his mouth and looked at him with a smile, "Uncle Song."

When there is nothing to do, call him "Director Song"; when there is something to do, call him "Uncle Song".

As soon as Song Hui heard his changed address, he knew that this guy was up to something bad again.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked helplessly.

"Just a favor." Ling Che smiled, "I want the guy who bumped into Song Yanzhi."

"You want me to get the person from the traffic police?" Song Hui looked at him unhappily. "I'm just the director of the Public Security Bureau. Do you think I'm the mayor of Jing City?"

"Uncle Song, I know you can get him out for me." Ling Che said, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "I have no parents, and only Uncle Song cares for me—"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Song Hui quickly interrupted him. He couldn't stand the unruly Ling Che suddenly acting like a good student. "I'll find a way to deal with this, but I'm just lending you. You can't do anything bad to me. You have to return you to me when you're done."

"No problem." Ling Che assured with a smile, "I just want to treat him to a meal and ask him a few questions."

Song Hui knew very well that Ling Che was not a polite person and it was good enough that he didn't cause any harm to others.

In the past, those people who were about to leave the police station were sent back with broken limbs and said that they fell down by themselves, so he turned a blind eye.

"But brat, your uncle Song will be retiring in two years." Song Hui looked at him with kindness in his eyes. "The new director won't be so easy to talk to. You better take it easy."

"Don't worry, Uncle Song, I know my limits."

......

It was not until after two in the morning that the red light in the operating room turned green, and everyone waiting outside breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yanzhi was pushed out of the operating room, breathing lightly with his eyes closed. His handsome face was as pale as a piece of white paper, a stark contrast to his usual high-spirited appearance.

"Luckily, there were no head injuries. Ten stitches were needed in the abdomen. The left hand fingers were comminuted, and the left shoulder was fractured," the doctor explained to the family. "The most serious injury is the right leg. The entire leg is comminuted and has nerve damage. He needs to be taken good care of."

Hearing the doctor's description of Song Yanzhi's condition, He Jinxiu shed tears of heartache.

Song Xilan quickly asked, "Then...will he still be able to ride a motorcycle in the future?"

He loves riding motorcycles so much that he would happily post a video on WeChat Moments to show off after winning the semi-finals. If he can't ride anymore, what will he do...

"It's hard to say. It depends on the recovery," the doctor said. "If the recovery is poor, not only will riding a motorcycle, but even walking will be a problem, and he'll have to use crutches. If the recovery is good, then everything will be fine."

"However," the doctor added, "no matter how his right leg recovers, the nerve damage will leave sequelae."

"What are the sequelae?" Song Xilan asked.

"Maybe you'll have difficulty moving around when you're older, and your legs might ache when the weather is bad."

"Is that so?" After hearing this, Song Xilan thought to herself that it should be okay. When she got older, her legs and feet would be better and she would be able to take care of him.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Song Yanzhi is old and has poor legs and feet. What does it have to do with her?

She looked at Song Yanzhi who was sent back to the ward and breathed a sigh of relief.

All in all, Song Yanzhi's life was saved.

As long as he recovers well, he can be as lively and energetic as before.