"Mom, you cook at home, Xiao Huan and I will pick up Kang Ning. ”

Song Shanhuan immediately understood: "Yes, Mom." ”

"The three of us are no longer children, and we can't get lost. ”

After Zheng Chanying, Song Shanjuan and Song Shanhuan left, Song Kangning was arranged to move from the special care ward to the general ward.

The conditions of the general ward are also good, the four beds are placed side by side, spacious and clean, and the bed assigned to Song Kangning is next to the window.

When she entered the room, the other three patients were receiving intravenous fluids, and the old lady by the door was already snoring happily.

Song Kangning smiled and nodded at the other two patients, which was regarded as a greeting.

The attending doctor specifically instructed her to stay in the ward as much as possible and not to leave this floor, lest there be an emergency, and they could not find and treat it at the first time.

Song Kangning knew that there was nothing wrong with his body, and he would not be in a coma again at all, but he thought that he would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and he would be "aggrieved" for a day.

I was bored and sat on the hospital bed, half turned to look out the window, there were white clouds in different postures floating in the blue sky, and I just remembered the passage about white clouds in a text I had memorized in elementary school, when there was a knock on the door of the hospital room.

The little snoring of the old lady closest to the door stopped abruptly, and then she shouted in a loud voice: "Come in!"

Song Kangning snickered, and looked back to see which patient's family was so anxious during non-visiting hours.

Unexpectedly, after the door of the ward was pushed open, a familiar face appeared.

Song Kangning was a little surprised: "Fourth sister!"

Fourth cousin Song Jiayao tried her best to slow down and flew over like a little Feiyan: "Wufu, I heard that you were in a coma for more than two days before, why didn't you wake up, you scared me to death!"

Song Jiayao and Song Kangning are close in age, only half a month apart, and they usually talk to Song Kangning most casually.

"That kid surnamed Zhang is so hateful, he should ......"

Then the third cousin Song Jiameng, who came over, glared at her: "What nonsense, what can you do!"

She put the net of fruits and canned food she was carrying on the bedside table, and introduced the person walking next to her to Song Kangning: "Wufu, this is my cousin Wei Xianyang." ”

"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to see you today. ”

Of course, Song Kangning knew this person, but in her future memory, she met a few years later: "Cousin's cousin is good!"

Song Jiayao snorted and laughed: "What cousin's cousin, you don't like to talk like that." ”

Song Kangning smiled and didn't talk to her on this topic.

She moved to the side: "Third sister, fourth sister, you sit on the edge of the bed." ”

"The stool for ......"

Song Jiayao had already quickly pushed a stool between the two beds to Wei Xianyang's lap: "Cousin, sit." ”

Then, pointing to the net pocket on the bedside table, he invited Gong and said, "Wufu, the canned yellow peaches in here are your favorite food, and there is a pack of eight old pastries we brought back from Dragon City." ”

"I specially brought it to you, you eat it as soon as possible, so as not to leave it for a long time and spoil!"

Song Kangning nodded with a smile, and then asked, "Third sister, fourth sister, aren't you going to spend the summer vacation in Dragon City, why did you come back so early?"

Song Jiayao pouted: "My mother said that my sister is in her third year of high school when school starts again, and I am also a sophomore in high school, so I can't not read a book all the holidays." ”