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"Arrangement!" The little assistant gave her a positive expression, "Don't worry, sister, I'll take care of it!"

Shen Mingchu was still relieved of Chu Yu's ability to handle affairs. Usually, when Ji Yanhong was away, it was she who helped Shen Mingchu take care of the trivial matters in life, greeted a few acquaintances who participated in the program, and wished each other a Merry Christmas. She picked up her things and left the studio.

At the same time, Zhao Yimian was sitting in the car, talking with the driver.

Zhao Yimian is a standard social fear + chatterbox, unwilling to appear in crowded places, unwilling to socialize with people, but in this kind of environment where there are only two people, the conversation will become too much, and after a while, She chatted enthusiastically with Shen Mingchu's driver, a middle-aged uncle in his forties with a daughter not much younger than her.

The uncle said that his daughter's grades are very good. She published a very good thesis in her junior year. She was valued by her tutor and directly submitted to a graduate student. Now she is in the first year of graduate school, but her relationship is not going well. She is in her twenties. It's still a peony flower, and I haven't talked to anyone until now.

Compared with those who still do not allow children and homosexual love after the legalization of same-sex marriage, and think that not having children is a treason and a heinous crime, the uncle is very enlightened, "I don't ask her to find a man to marry and have children. It doesn't matter if you don't have offspring. Anyway, now that you are living in a shed, if you don't have children, you can make a contribution to the planet, but she has never had a relationship. Her emotional development."

"There's nothing to worry about! Just look at me. I haven't been single for more than 20 years, and then I suddenly got married. Sometimes it's really hard to tell. You don't know when you will meet the right person. , maybe she just appeared suddenly." Zhao Yimian comforted the uncle driver from the perspective of someone who came by, "Maybe your daughter is just not destined, she is so good, she will definitely meet someone who loves her so much!"

Hearing her praise her daughter, the driver uncle laughed.

Zhao Yimian looked away, a little envious to be honest.

Her father passed away very early, and the most important male role in her life has always been missing. Even if Ms. Song has tried her best to give her the best, this sense of regret will never be eliminated.

As an international metropolis, Donghai City has a strong Christmas atmosphere. The images of elk and Santa Claus can be seen everywhere from the car window. Couples in love are walking on the street hand in hand, smiling at each other. the sweetness.

Thinking of seeing Shen Mingchu soon, Zhao Yimian's mood became better again.

"Where are you?"

Shen Mingchu asked her.

Zhao Yimian sent a location on WeChat.

"Almost there." The other side replied.

Zhao Yimian looked at the gradually slowing traffic, and complained to Shen Mingchu: "Maybe it won't be fast, it feels like it's blocked."

"This point?"

It was almost ten o'clock at night.

"I don't know, it just feels like the car is slow."

The driver's voice sounded at the right time, "It seems that the road ahead is being repaired. There are two lanes missing. It should be just past the place where the road is being repaired."

"Miss Zhao, don't worry, I came here early, even if we are a little slower, we can still arrive when the boss is off work."

Traffic gradually slowed down.

The speed was once so slow that Zhao Yimian couldn't help but click on Happy and play.

She has a little motion sickness. If the car is moving fast, it’s fine to reply to one or two messages occasionally, but it’s not good to check the screen for a long time, but if she is moving at a speed of almost a snail like now, she can play two matches happy.

Her level of playing games is not high, it is purely based on time, and if she fails to pass the level, she will try again. Anyway, there are a lot of activities in Xiaoxiaole, and it takes half an hour and an hour of infinite energy to play. Sometimes Zhao Yimian vomits blood when playing. Yes, the unlimited energy time has not run out.

The driver is also very patient, keeping a distance from the car in front, and driving unhurriedly.

But not every driver of a car has such a good temper.

In the process of lane merging, two lanes should have merged like this.

But if you can't stand it, there are always a few cars that squeeze in as if they are rushing to reincarnate.

drip-

The enraged driver honked his horn vigorously.

Zhao Yimian, who opened the window to let in air, rubbed her ears.

Looking up, I saw a van forcing a car to make way for it.

"This car is so poor."

She complained to the driver.

The uncle driver echoed, "Some people just drive unreasonably. What can you do when you meet such a person? You have no choice but to let it. After all, it's your own safety rather than grabbing that one minute and 30 seconds." Important, there is no need to compete with it for a while."

While talking, Zhao Yimian and the others also drove to the construction site, preparing to move to another lane.

The driver turned the steering wheel to the left, Zhao Yimian lowered his head, and slid his finger on the screen——

boom.

Her head hit the car door heavily, and her eyes turned black.

The driver slams on the brakes.

He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and shouted outside: "I'm sick!"

Yu Guang saw Zhao Yimian lowered his head, he turned his head worriedly and asked: "Miss Zhao, how are you doing, did you hit something?"

The girl lowered her head, clutching the phone tightly with one hand, and clutching the back of the co-pilot's seat with the other.

Hearing his question, it took a while before he said, "Uncle...I want to vomit."

……

Shen Mingchu rushed to the hospital as soon as he received the news.

The driver was very guilty of injuring Zhao Yimian. The middle-aged man almost dripped with sorrow, "Boss, I'm sorry, I was not careful enough..."

Shen Mingchu knew that now was not the time to care about this matter, so she suppressed her anxiety and asked, "How is the situation, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it was a second-degree concussion. There was no obvious skull injury. He needed to be hospitalized for observation. He is currently receiving fluids in the ward."

The driver's work is fairly neat, and the hospital is also a private hospital, expensive but considerate service, Zhao Yimian was assigned a private room when he came in, and the doctor rushed over shortly after Shen Mingchu came in.

"Is it the patient's family?"

"Yes, I am her wife."

"Then let me tell you about my illness..."

What the doctor said was not very different from what the driver said.

It just explained more taboos during recovery.

"The diet is light, fasting is spicy, and second-degree concussions generally do not cause serious brain damage, but for safety reasons, we still need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days, try not to move the patient's body, and rest in bed..."

Shen Mingchu kept every word of the doctor's explanation firmly in his heart.

After the doctor left, she looked at the girl on the bed. Zhao Yimian was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. The broken wound on her head had already been bandaged with gauze. Her lips were pale in color. Needle for infusion.

"Tell me the cause and effect of the car accident."

"...When merging, a Porsche cut in line. I couldn't dodge it, and the other party ran into it... Ms. Zhao probably hit the car door and her temple at that time. At first she just said that she wanted to vomit, and then suddenly Just passed out..."

The room was very quiet and the driver's voice was very low.

However, he could feel that there was raging anger burning.

"Thank you for your hard work. This matter has nothing to do with you. Thank you for sending Mianmian to the hospital in time. Are you injured? Otherwise, let the doctor check it out. Do you know the name of the perpetrator?"

Even though there was a lot of anger in his chest at this time, Shen Mingchu knew that this incident was not the driver's fault.

"I, I'm fine. Boss, I'm sorry. I, I didn't leave the perpetrator behind. I saw that Ms. Zhao had an accident, and I was so panicked that I drove her directly to the hospital. I didn't have time to find the perpetrator..."

"Do you remember the car model?" Chu Yu asked, who had been silent all this time, "Sister's car has a driving recorder, and cameras are installed on the front, rear, left, and right sides. The car hit you, and the license plate number should be captured on the camera. What happened? It is the main road, and there should be cameras at the scene."

"...Excuse me, Chu Yu."

Shen Mingchu didn't say what the trouble was, Chu Yu had already understood what she said.

She said to Shen Mingchu: "Sister, Mianmian people have their own aura, so there will be no major problems. I will take Uncle Chen to look at the driving recorder, and report to the traffic police by the way. You take care of Mianmian first."

After the two left, only Zhao Yimian and Shen Mingchu were left in the room.

Shen Mingchu looked at the person lying on the bed, stretched out his hand to hold her hand that was not inserted with the infusion needle, and pressed his forehead to it.

The warm palm calmed her emotions slightly.

The empty heart was filled with joy a little bit.

"Mianmian...you really scared me to death."

When the driver called and said that there was a car accident on the road and Zhao Yimian had been sent to the hospital, Shen Mingchu's mind was almost blank. After a while, she regained her sanity amidst Chu Yu's calling.

Seeing Zhao Yimian lying on the hospital bed, she almost returned to that scene back then.

Holding the medical record, the doctor said regretfully and sympathetically: "The patient's condition is difficult to say, the time of delivery is too late, the suffocation time is too long, the brain has suffered irreversible damage, ranging from amnesia to serious... If she is alone If you don't wake up within a week, it may be difficult to wake up in the future."

The sound of rushing high-heeled shoes sounded outside.

The door of the ward was pushed open suddenly, Shen Mingchu turned his head, and saw Ms. Song with a pale face.

She was wrapped in a slim vintage coat, her hair was pulled back and she wore a lace-trimmed hat.

The makeup on her face was exquisite, but her eyes were straight. She stared at Zhao Yimian on the bed for a long time before her eyes rolled, "She..."

Her voice was impossibly dry.

"Mianmian is fine, the doctor said it was just a concussion, mild, not serious."

"I knew it!" Ms. Song turned her face and leaned on the shoulder of the man who was chasing after her, her body softened all of a sudden, "I knew it, if the scourge lives for a thousand years, she is at least the life of a million-year bastard!"

"...You are the bastard."

Zhao Yimian was in a daze, and when she heard her mother complaining about herself, she couldn't help but retort.

Shen Mingchu said pleasantly, "Mianmian, are you awake?"

Zhao Yimian who opened his eyes weakly, finally set his gaze on her face.

She asked suspiciously, "Ah Chu?"

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This chapter is so difficult to write qaq I am too difficult!

I'm trying to unlock the lock seal... Hey, I'm not worthy.