In the ward, Su Yiqing waited for Song Yiheng to wake up with a solemn face.

Yan Hezhi received a phone call and left. He was given 400cc of blood and it didn't affect him in the slightest.

Before leaving, Yan Hezhi also said to Su Yiqing: If Song Yiheng needs blood again, just call Mu Ningci directly, there are many people in the Song headquarters who can match Song Yiheng's blood. If it weren't for the emergency, he wouldn't have needed to match the blood.

Su Yiqing raised her head and watched the infusion tube dripping little by little, feeling that time was losing little by little.

The doctor said that Song Yiheng had a big life. The wound was only a fraction of a millimeter before it hit the heart, and the knife was inserted into the lung, if you slow down for a moment and a half, I am afraid that it will ...... The man will be gone.

Su Yiqing looked at Song Yiheng, whose eyes were closed, and her nails sank into her palms. The more I didn't want to be involved with Song Yiheng, I still had a lot of grievances with him.

At this time, Song Yiheng's fingers flicked slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Su Yiqing immediately lifted her spirits and looked at Song Yiheng closely: "Song Yiheng, are you awake?

Song Yiheng slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the white ceiling, and then Su Yiqing's nervous little face.

"Ahem......" Song Yiheng coughed lightly a few times, and the wound was painful, making his mind clear up instantly.

"You...... Don't move, I'll call you a doctor." Su Yiqing helped Song Yiheng pull the quilt, and then turned around to leave.

At this time, Song Yiheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of Su Yiqing's clothes, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "No need, I'm fine." Get me some water to drink. ”

Su Yiqing's brows twisted: "The doctor said that you can't eat or drink for six hours." Su Yiqing said, and found a cotton swab and dipped it in some water for Song Yiheng to moisten and dry his lips.

"Hmm, hmm!" Song Yiheng's hand slowly loosened, and asked weakly, "Is it the blood that Yan Hezhi gave me?" ”

Su Yiqing bit her lip and nodded heavily.

"Hmph. Song Yiheng sneered: "I hope he doesn't save him when he dies." ”

"What are you talking about, you are brothers, and you will see the truth in times of crisis. He can save you because you are his brother. Su Yiqing said as she helped Song Yiheng wipe the blood from her face with a towel. Song Yiheng is usually handsome, but now he is lying on the hospital bed, and his body is full of various tubes, giving people a feeling of a tiger falling into Pingyang.

"If it's you......" After wiping away the last bit of blood on Song Yiheng's face, Su Yiqing said lightly: "I believe you will also help him." It is said that brotherhood is deep, not to mention that you are really brothers!"

"Hmph!" Song Yiheng sneered: "I hope he will never know that we are brothers." ”

"......" Su Yiqing shook her head.

……

Yan Hezhi glanced at Su Yiqing through the glass window on the door of the ward, picked up his mobile phone and dialed it.

"Hey, Hezhi, what are you looking for me!" Yao Mulan's bewitching voice was on the other side of the phone.

"You asked the people of Diliu Street to kill Su Yiqing, didn't you? Yan Hezhi's face tightened, and his eyes revealed murderous aura.

"What?" Yao Mulan said in surprise: "Someone wants to kill Su Yiqing......? Is Su Yiqing dead?"

"Yao Mulan, let me tell you, if Su Yiqing hurts a single hair, I will let you pay it back tenfold. Yan Hezhi said through gritted teeth. I can't wait to fly back to the United States immediately, choke Yao Mulan's neck, and force her to spit out the truth.

"Huh?" Yao Mulan sneered: "Is Su Yiqing dead? Surely he is not dead! If he dies, you still don't really fly back to the United States and pull out my skin." But...... I'm sorry to tell you that I didn't do that. I have an opinion about Su Yiqing, but ...... I've recently ...... Didn't do anything to her. ”

Yan Hezhi's eyes narrowed, he believed Yao Mulan's words. Yan Hezhi has been in the Yao clan for so long, and he has a certain understanding of Yao Mulan. She...... Won't lie to yourself.

"Are you making people afraid of the photos of Ling Moqing and Su Yiqing, and reporting Su Yiqing's scandal all over the world. Yan Hezhi continued to ask.

"Huh?" Yao Mulan was surprised for a while: "Su Yiqing still has a relationship with the famous Ling Moqing?

So, those paparazzi weren't sent by Yao Mulan......? Who the hell is manipulating everything in the shadows.

Yan Hezhi hung up the phone and walked out of the hospital. If you want to protect Su Yiqing, you must find out the instigator behind it.

Yan Hezhi closed his eyes, thinking about everything in his head. From the beginning, Ling Moqing and Su Yiqing were secretly photographed in the hospital garage, and then a group of people chased Su Yiqing in the garage and was saved by himself once, and then ...... Su Yiqing and Song Yiheng were chased and killed on Diliu Street. If it weren't for Yao Mulan...... Speaking of which, Su Yiqing and Ling Moqing did cause the anger of Ling Moqing's fans in Yiqing, but ...... Those black fans should hate Su Yiqing's life.

After hanging up the phone, another call came into Yan Hezhi's mobile phone.

"Hello, Mr. Yan, you asked me to check the medical records of 19 years ago, and the results have come out. Mr. Yan's blood type is type O. The voice that came from there slowly and slowly, but in the ears of Yan Hezhi, it was like a thunderbolt rolling in the sky, stirring up thousands of waves in his heart.

"Are you sure?" asked Yan Hezhi, tightening his phone.

"Yes! I'm sure! Because Mr. Yan has checked his blood more than once, I think there should be no mistake. It seemed that Yan Hezhi was strange, and his soft and slow voice became uneasy.

"Okay! thank you!" Yan Hezhi finished speaking, and hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Yan Hezhi raised his head and glanced at the inpatient building behind him, his throat rolling. It was as if a boulder had been blocked in his chest, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

I have been deceived for so many years. He has always been immersed in the nostalgia for his deceased father and his hatred for Song Zhenshi. I have been complaining about how my mother could follow Song Zhenshi immediately after my father's death, it turned out to be ...... And for this reason. He didn't have the surname Yan at all, he should have been surnamed Song. Even if Song Zhenshi kept himself by his side, he still didn't let him recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and even the Song family worshiped his ancestors, he didn't even have the qualifications to stand outside the ancestral hall to pay respects.

Yan He's hands were clenched, and little by little, the light of hatred rippled in his dark and bottomless eyes.

……

The next day, Song Yiheng was transferred to Song's Hospital.

In the public hospital, there are still people who don't know Song Yiheng's name. In Song's Private Hospital, Song Yiheng is the uncle of the whole hospital. Every medical staff who entered the ward of the president king was trembling, lest they be dismissed and investigated for the slightest mistake.

Su Yiqing sat far away with a chair, watching Song Yiheng lie comfortably on the bed, while the young nurse on the side was helping Song Yiheng draw blood with a pair of trembling hands.

Song Yiheng glanced at the nurse coldly, and the nurse instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ahem...... Su Yiqing coughed lightly, as if to ease her embarrassing anger: "Little sister nurse, if you feel that the Song Group has wronged you, you can boldly put a few more points in his hands." ”

The nurse sister, a drop of cold sweat dripped down her forehead. I'm afraid to give her ten guts, and she won't dare to abuse the president like this.

In Song's Private Hospital, it is convenient, and the ward next door is Letong's ward.

When I think of Letong. Su Yiqing's heart sank. When she closed her eyes, she could see Lin Jingrao lying in a pool of blood, so desolate, so helpless, and in the end, she might not even have someone to collect her body and bury her.

Su Yiqing stood at the window, staring blankly at the garden outside the window full of brilliant flowers, but her heart was not bright at all.

"Mom, Mom!" Su Letong ran over from the next ward and hugged Su Yiqing's thighs violently: "Mom! Look! Grandma bought me a toy again." ”

Su Yiqing frowned. Mu Ningci had already bought a large room of toys for Le Tong. If you always follow him like this, I'm afraid you'll spoil him.

"Ahem!" Song Yiheng stared at Su Letong with serious eyes and coughed lightly, trying to attract Su Letong's attention.

Yan Hezhi's son, holding Su Yiqing. I always feel awkward in my heart, a kind of ...... The feeling of jealousy.

Su Letong moved his gaze to Song Yiheng, his big eyes blinked, and he suddenly grinned, and called out in a milky voice: "Dad!"

Song Yiheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Su Letong incredulously. Although I know that Su Letong likes to call his father by people who are in charge, every time he is called like that, he always feels very ...... Hilarious.

Su Yiqing took Su Letong's hand, hid him behind him, and whispered, "Letong, didn't your mother tell you, don't call people dad by the way?"

Su Letong tilted his head and looked at Su Yiqing suspiciously: "But...... Mom said ......"

"Shhhh......hhh

"Then why did mom coax me?"

Song Yiheng half-leaned on the head of the bed, watching with interest how Su Yiqing finished.

This scene was completely taken into the eyes of Yan Hezhi, who was standing outside the ward. He tensed his face and looked at everything coldly. Sure enough, the child brought by Su Yiqing called Song Yiheng "Dad". In the past three years, Su Yiqing has really hid and given birth to Song Yiheng.

Just when Yan Hezhi wanted the bull head to leave, someone behind him unexpectedly stopped his steps.

"Tsuruyuki, you're back, when did you come back?"

Mu Ningci looked at Yan Hezhi in surprise, with tears rolling faintly in his eyes.

Yan Hezhi slowly turned around and saw Mu Ningci standing behind him. There was a slight surprise on his face, but he quickly regained his composure. Song Yiheng was hospitalized here, and his mother came here probably to take care of Song Yiheng. has been like this since she was a child, if Song Yiheng had a minor illness, she would be very nervous, and she had a fever of forty degrees, but she sat alone in the outpatient clinic for infusion.

"Tsuruyuki!

Mu Ningci heard Su Yiqing say that Yan Hezhi gave Song Yiheng a blood transfusion, and he felt relieved in his heart, but he was afraid......