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Unable to contact Song Zhuangtong for two consecutive days, Wen Yan was really in a hurry.

The inexplicable phone call that day also made Wen Yan a little flustered. If Song Jing's treatment went well, Song Zhuangtong would definitely call to inform him immediately instead of letting himself worry here alone.

Wen Yan booked a train ticket to Beijing, and sent Song Zhuangtong the ticket information, saying that he would be able to go to Beijing with him soon to take care of Song Jing.

Song Zhuangtong at this end was being blocked at the door by the security guards arranged by Mr. Song. After their attempt to use violence to rush in was seen through, they simply closed the door tightly, as if they would not welcome anyone.Such a large private clinic closed the door because of Song Jing's patient. It seems that Mr. Song has put in a lot of effort this time, and must push Song Zhuangtong to the extreme.

Having not known about Song Jing's situation for more than a day, Song Zhuangtong became more and more anxious. He sat at the door and remained silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Mr. Song.

"Hey, let me go in and see him."

Mr. Song stood at the window on the second floor and looked down, looking at Song Zhuangtong downstairs through the thick glass.

The magnetic fields belonging to the father and son are constantly colliding. Song Zhuangtong raised his head. The tall man looked a little embarrassed, but the mockery in his eyes was full. appearance.

"I'm not even sure if he's healthy, so why make a deal with you?"

Mr. Song said softly: "Song Zhuangtong, I have found a matching bone marrow for Song Jing. As long as you agree, I can perform surgery at any time."

Song Zhuangtong took a deep breath, rolled his Adam's apple hard, and asked hoarsely, "Isn't he your grandson? You want to kill him so much?"

Mr. Song seemed to have heard some great joke, and asked back: "Why is he my grandson? He is the son of a rapist!"

"Then why didn't you admit that the man was a rapist? It's hypocritical and disgusting to make my sister wronged for your so-called face." Song Zhuangtong scolded sharply.

"Shut up for me!" Mr. Song was so angry that he was so angry that he barely supported the person next to him to stand still.

Song Zhuangtong was too lazy to talk to him, and said coldly, "I want to see Song Jing."

After calming down, Mr. Song returned to his calm and pretentious appearance, and said, "You are not qualified to ask me now."

Song Zhuangtong sneered: "You clearly know that I'm gay, I can't marry Miss Lin and have children, doing so many things in vain will only make me hate you more."

"You just hate me now! You will definitely not hate me in the future!" The choking breath again made him cough again and again.

The father and son were at a stalemate, and neither was willing to give in. Song Zhuangtong's eyes were red with anger, and he stared at the figure on the second floor.After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "He is a living person, born by my sister Shiyue, are you really going to force him to death?"

Mr. Song was silent for a long time before he said: "Only your own son is the flesh and blood of my old Song family."

The phone was hung up by Song Zhuangtong with a slap, he was holding the phone tightly, the closed door made him helpless, the phone suddenly made a sound of receiving a text message, Song Zhuangtong picked it up, and the content made him even more furious.

"I know you have someone you like by your side. Miss Lin is lenient. I've told her about your situation, and she won't interfere after marriage."

Seeing that Song Zhuangtong got angry, he cursed an ugly word, and directly pulled this number into the blacklist.

It was at this time that Wen Yan's phone popped up. Song Zhuangtong rubbed his face hard with his hands, and connected Wen Yan's phone while walking to the car.

"You can be regarded as answering the phone." Wen Yan, who had been forgotten for a long time, was also a little annoyed, "What happened? Do you think it's fun to let me guess and fear here alone?"

Song Zhuangtong took two deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, and said, "I'm busy with Song Jing's affairs, and there's something wrong here."

"What's the situation—" Before he finished speaking, Wen Yan was interrupted by a violent cough. He covered his mouth and coughed very fiercely, as if he was about to cough up his entire lung.

"Why are you sick again? It's so cold and you should stay at home. Have you taken any medicine? I'll ask the doctor to check you up." Song Zhuangtong said anxiously.

The sound from the torn throat was pitiful.

"Don't call the doctor, I'm almost in the car."

Song Zhuangtong frowned: "What car?"

"Train, didn't you see the message I sent you?"

Song Zhuangtong clicked on the speakerphone, and immediately checked the message on WeChat. It was a train ticket to Beijing, and the train would leave in 10 minutes.

Song Zhuangtong couldn't help but harden his tone: "You go home and stay for me now, do you hear me?"

Wen Yan was baffled by his fierceness, and whispered: "I'll go over and help..."

Song Zhuangtong's good temper these days has almost been exhausted, he coaxed with what little patience he had left: "You can't help much, be good, stay at home, and come back to you when I'm done with it. "

Wen Yan sat down on the cold chair, he gripped the luggage strap aggrievedly, and said, "How can I stay at home? You always don't reply to messages or answer calls, leaving me alone to guess and worry. "

Song Zhuangtong sighed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't come here yet, I feel more at ease staying at home, do you hear me?"

The last few words also had a commanding tone, and Wen Yan was so angry that he couldn't say a word, and finally he could only open his mouth and say, "I heard it."

The hand holding the phone was already red from the cold, Wen Yan stuffed the phone back into his pocket with red eyes, he wore a big coat of Song Zhuangtong's selfishly to go out, but now he looked more and more irritable.He stared at the train number going to Beijing on the display screen for a long time, until the final announcement ended and the entrance was locked, Wen Yan got up and left the train station with his luggage.

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhuangtong covered his face with his arms and remained silent for a while before opening his sour eyes.

The matter of finding a matching bone marrow for Song Jing made him confused. He was not sure whether Mr. Song would be so cruel as to kill Song Jing, and he did not dare to think about Song Jing who was taken away by a group of malicious people. What is your state of mind now.

I dare not think about it, and I have no way to think about it.

He sat in the car for about ten minutes, and the cold sweat that broke out soaked the wound he had scratched when he had just fought with the security guard.Song Zhuangtong couldn't bear it anymore, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the clinic while calling Mr. Song.

"Let me see Song Jing first, then you can talk about your request later."

Song Zhuangtong gritted his teeth when he said this.The door opened slowly, and the security guard who had fought with him just now was standing behind the door, looking at him solemnly.

Song Zhuangtong had no time to argue with him, the secretary came down to lead the way at the request of Mr. Song, and Song Zhuangtong urged behind him.

"hurry up."

The secretary turned to look at him, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, young master, I can't make the elevator go any faster."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him, and rushed out when the elevator door opened, holding the secretary's wrist, and said anxiously, "Don't dawdle, which ward are you in?"

Professionalism made the secretary dragged without changing his face.

"The one at the end."

After getting the answer he wanted, Song Zhuangtong left him where he was, and ran quickly to the door of the last ward. He pushed the door and wanted to go in, but was blocked by a lock.

He frowned at the secretary.

"Can't open the door."

Song Zhuangtong's face was livid, and he asked, "Is this why I came to see him? To see the ward where he lives?"

The secretary took out a remote control from his pocket, and after pressing the button, the shutters slowly opened. Song Zhuangtong clearly saw Song Jing, who was startled by the noise, lying on the bed, wearing a blue and white hospital gown. For the most part, his cheeks were thin, his lips were pale, his eyes were swollen and red, and he was probably crying all the time. He was holding the quilt tightly in his hands, and was looking at the glass window with a pair of timid eyes.

Song Zhuangtong lay down on the glass and shouted, "Song Jing! Song Jing!"

"He can't hear the outside, and he can't see the outside." The secretary seemed to be programmed, saying everything in the same tone.

Song Zhuangtong thumped the heavy glass window hard, like a lion that has been completely irritated, staring at the secretary with red eyes, his voice was already trembling with anger.

"You are illegally imprisoned."