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The elevator's whirring sound echoed dully in the car. Qin Song stared expressionlessly at the steadily changing numbers on the LED screen, not even sparing Qin Sisi a second glance.

Qin Sisi waited a few seconds, but didn't get a reply from Qin Song, so she asked again, "Qin Song, what are you doing in the hospital in the middle of the night, a pregnant woman?"

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the third floor, but no one got on after the doors opened. Qin Sisi frowned impatiently and pressed the close button several times.

"Ding--"

"The elevator is going down."

A cold, mechanical female voice came from above, and after the words fell silent, the carriage returned to silence.

Qin Song gripped his shoulder bag tightly, waiting indifferently for the elevator to stop.

"Qin Song!"

Qin Sisi's dwindling patience completely ran out. She turned her head angrily to glare at Qin Song, her tone irritated as she demanded, "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

"...I heard you." Qin Song finally spoke, but still didn't look at her directly.

She was a little angry.

"Since you heard me, why didn't you answer me?"

Qin Song coldly shifted his gaze, looking at Qin Sisi with the indifference of someone looking at a dead object: "Why should I answer you?"

Qin Sisi was surprised: "You..."

"Who do you think you are?" Qin Song interrupted her coldly. "What business is it of yours why I'm at the hospital, or when I'm at the hospital?"

Why should I report to you?

"..."

Qin Song's undisguised malice crashed down on Qin Sisi like a tidal wave. Qin Sisi was dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Ding--"

"We've arrived at the first floor."

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and as soon as the doors opened, Qin Song stepped out.

"Qin Song." Qin Sisi chased after him and grabbed Qin Song's arm.

"I don't want to argue with you about these things today. I just want to tell you one thing."

Qin Song's face was as cold as ice: "I have no interest in listening."

"..." Qin Sisi has a bad temper, and now that Qin Song has been criticizing her one after another, she really wants to lose her temper.

But the thought of Qin Wushuang's injury weighed heavily on her mind, and she didn't want to have a childish argument with Qin Song at this time.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to swallow her anger, and said to Qin Song with composure, "My brother is injured and hospitalized. His injuries are very serious. He just came out of the emergency room."

"Although you are no longer a member of the Qin family, you have called him your elder brother for more than 20 years. He is lying unconscious in the intensive care unit. If you can go and see him at this time, Mom and Dad will be very grateful to you, and their resentment towards you will be relatively less."

"It just so happens that you're in the hospital right now."

"Ah……"

Qin Song was actually in a bad mood, but for some reason, she felt like laughing after hearing Qin Sisi's words.

She shook off Qin Sisi's hand, slowly turned her head to look at her, her eyes and tone full of mockery.

"If Qin Wushuang dies in the emergency room, I might actually go to see him."

The word "death" was too cruel, and Qin Sisi's face turned ashen instantly upon hearing it.

"Qin Song, what do you mean?"

Qin Song curled his lips in a provocative smile: "It means I wish him dead."

Qin Sisi: "You—"

Qin Song glared at her with disgust, and before she could say another word, he turned and left.

"Qin Song!" Qin Sisi's eyes were red with hatred. She shouted at Qin Song's back, unable to bear it any longer, "How could you be so vicious? He's still your brother, how dare you curse him to die!"

"..."

Qin Song had no patience to pay attention to her and just walked towards the payment counter.

After paying the bill and going upstairs, she dragged her exhausted body to sit on the sofa next to Pei Xingzhi's hospital bed and said to Pei Lingxuan in a hoarse voice, "Mom has called me five times already. I can't hide it from her tonight. Lingxuan, go back and bring Mom over."

“Okay.” Pei Lingxuan immediately stood up from her chair and walked out, not daring to delay for even a moment.

"I'll take you there." Zhou Limin followed her closely, showing all his affection for her through his actions.

Qin Song wearily raised his eyes, his gaze dark as he stared at Zhou Limin's fleeting figure. The disgust and hatred on his face no longer needed to be hidden.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The monitoring equipment emitted regular beeps, each beep being the best proof that Pei Xingzhi was still alive.

Qin Song lowered his eyes numbly, his mind replaying the attending physician's assessment of Pei Xingzhi's injuries.

"Three ribs broken, right forearm fracture, left ankle fracture, moderate concussion, splenic hemorrhage, and multiple external injuries all over the body..."

Pei Xingzhi had so many injuries that Qin Song couldn't remember them all. Qin Song tried hard to recall every word the attending physician had said, but he still couldn't remember all the injuries on Pei Xingzhi's body.

She only realized today how fragile a person can be. In just a few hours, a perfectly healthy person could be lying unconscious in a hospital bed with tubes all over their body.

Qin Song had died once before transmigrating to this world; he died of pancreatic cancer.

Pancreatic cancer is known as the king of cancers. Qin Song's condition fluctuated between diagnosis and death, lasting for more than two years. But Pei Xingzhi lost half his life in less than half a day.

Human life is truly insignificant, one life after another.

"call……"

Qin Song tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a deep breath. After a whole day of turmoil, she was truly exhausted, so exhausted she didn't even have the strength to speak. Even so, she still stood up and looked at her Pei Xingzhi.

She couldn't see Pei Xingzhi's face clearly.

That face that used to make her heart race is now completely wrapped in pale gauze, and beneath the gauze is a heavy oxygen mask.

Qin Song rubbed his eyes several times, but could only barely make out Pei Xingzhi's frozen long eyelashes.

"Pei Xingzhi..." Although Pei Xingzhi couldn't open his eyes, Qin Song still smiled at him when he called his name.

"You need to be okay, wake up soon, the baby and I are waiting for you."

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The only response Qin Song received was the cold beeping of the monitoring equipment.

Qin Song cautiously raised his hand, wanting to touch Pei Xingzhi's face.

Pei Xing appears mature, but he's actually quite immature inside. In front of Qin Song, he's always like a clingy child, sticking to Qin Song like glue once he gets home from get off work.

When Qin Song cooks, he likes to stand and watch, occasionally chatting. When Qin Song takes a shower, he sits obediently on the sofa, busy with his own things, and takes Qin Song's hand back to the room to rest when Qin Song comes out. Sometimes Qin Song gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and even though he's so sleepy he can barely keep his eyes open, he forces himself to stay awake and wait for Qin Song to come back.

Just as he once said, he couldn't feel at ease for a moment if Qin Song wasn't in his sight.

He lacked a sense of security, and only Qin Song could reassure him.