In hospitals, death is a common occurrence.

What's more, it is a scene of critical illness and first aid, which can be said to be common.

Lin Weiran watched as several doctors and nurses poured into the VIP intensive care unit together, and then pushed the stretcher cart carrying people out, followed by a middle-aged aunt with tears in her eyes.

Lin Weiran knew that the person on the bicycle was Song Yixian's son.

After a sigh, he walked to the pharmacy warehouse.

In the pharmacy warehouse, Liang Jincheng was the only one.

glanced at Liang Jincheng, who was tired in front of the computer: "Why didn't you sleep last night?" ”

Liang Jincheng looked like Lin Weiran, relaxed his shoulders, leaned back in the chair, reached out and rubbed his eyes, "The quality of sleep has not been very good recently." ”

"When your sleep quality is better, you have become a panda."

Liang Jincheng smiled faintly, then stood up upright, and put his hand on the keyboard to type again.

Lin Weiran looked at her conscientious appearance and sighed, "When I came here just now, I saw that little ghost being sent to the emergency room, I'm afraid"

Liang Jincheng's fingertips paused, the keyboard sound stopped suddenly, and he turned to look at Lin Weiran, "Which little ghost?" ”

"What other little ghost can there be, isn't it Song Yixian's son."

With a "bang", the chair leaning behind Liang Jincheng fell to the ground with a bang.

"When Director Liu came, he said that I had something to do." Liang Jincheng said and quickly left the pharmacy.

Leaving Lin Weiran, who had an indifferent face, in the same place.

Liang Jincheng walked to the emergency room, and He's mother was hiding her face and crying.

She hurriedly walked over and helped Mother He up.

Mother He glanced at her, and couldn't help her heart throbbing, "Doctor Liang, I don't know what's going on with the little master, he was fine, so he dismantled the snacks his father bought for him, and suddenly it was like a different person, and he fell on the bed without saying a word, and it was like that after a while."

Liang Jincheng's heart jumped, "You mean snacks?" ”

"Yes, Mr. never let the little master eat snacks, and today I didn't know how to buy two big bags, and they are the little master's favorite food."

Liang Jincheng's breathing was stagnant, and the oxygen in his lungs seemed to be withdrawn, as uncomfortable as suffocation.

She knew very well that the two packs of snacks were not bought by Song Yixian, but she sent them back last night.

Her body felt a dull pain, and she felt as if she had done something wrong.

Accompanied by Mother He waiting in front of the emergency room, her mood couldn't be calm for a long time, such a soft child was in the emergency room, if it was really because of her, how could she be willing!

"Mama He, it's okay, Ying Rui must be auspicious." She comforted Mama He, and even more comforted herself.

After waiting for a long time, He's mother was tired of crying and was sent back to rest by the nurse, while Liang Jincheng was still standing at the door of the emergency room.

It didn't serve to wait, but she didn't know what else to do.

"Seeing Ying Rui enter the emergency room, my conscience is not relieved." A thick sound came from his ears, and Song Yixian stood not far away, his face cold.

She pursed her lips, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes staring at the noble and elegant man, her eyes flickering, "Is it you?" ”

Liang Jincheng still remembers what he said last night: My explanation will only be that Dr. Liang doesn't look down on these things.

"What do you do, don't count in your heart?" is different from yesterday's evil spirit, today's Song Yixian is more like a piece of ice.

"I" She wanted to say something to refute, but she couldn't, no matter how Song Yixian explained it to Song Yingrui, she shouldn't return the thing, it was a child's mind.

But she didn't know that this intention would affect Song Yingrui's physical condition.

"Ying Rui, I have never had friends, you are the first."

The man's indifferent voice made her eyes red instantly, if she hadn't put her hands on the wall, she was afraid that she would fall immediately after hearing Song Yixian's words.

"I'm sorry"

"You don't have to be sorry, it's Yingrui who has the wrong mind." Song Yixian's voice was indifferent, making people enter the ice cellar.

Liang Jincheng's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

There was a crisp click, the door to the emergency room opened, and the two of them cast their eyes for a moment.

Song Yixian took the first step and asked the doctor: "How is it?" ”

"The patient is doing well, don't worry." After listening to the doctor, Song Yixian's complexion softened a little.

He glanced at Liang Jincheng, who was standing in place, with anger in his eyes, and then followed the stretcher to the direction of the ward.

Song Yingrui, who was wearing an oxygen mask on Liang Jincheng's bedcar, had a soft little face, pale, and the torture of illness tortured the child without a trace of blood.

The stretcher slowly disappeared from view, but there was a faint pain in my heart.

After getting off work, Liang Jincheng put down all the checklist lists and left immediately.

When Lin Weiran returned home, Liang Jincheng happened to go out.

"What are you doing?" Then asked about a strong fragrance in the room, Lin Weiran was stunned, "Did you make soup?" ”

Liang Jincheng nodded, "Well, I left your share, just made it, drink it while it's hot, I'll go to the hospital." ”

After speaking, Liang Jincheng closed the door and left.

Lin Weiran was stunned, walked into the kitchen, filled a bowl of soup, and analyzed the soup base materials by himself: "Goji berries and black chicken, they are very replenishing." ”

On the bed in the intensive care unit of the hospital, Song Yingrui played with the shampoo in his hand.

I closed and opened the lid and opened it and closed it again, and the smell of shampoo was always on the tip of my nose for a long time.

But he had no hair, and his bare head didn't need shampoo at all.

"Mom, am I useless?"

Mama He was holding a bowl of black chicken and wolfberry soup in her hand, and when she heard Song Yingrui's voice, her eyes were sour, and she had the urge to cry, so she sniffed, took back the unbearable in her heart, and smiled again, "How can it be, our little master is handsome and cute, which is something that other children can't compare." ”

"However, I was still thinking about that woman, and that woman rejected me so simply, but I was thinking about her." I thought about her all the time, I thought about her before I fell unconscious, and I was still thinking about her when I woke up from a coma.

Thinking about the smell of her, thinking of her warm embrace.

But

But that woman didn't like herself!

His eyes were red, his little red lips were pursed, his heart was aching and stuffy, and he didn't know what it felt.

Mother He was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Who is the little young master talking about?" ”

"Who else?"

Mother He thought about it carefully, "Are you talking about Dr. Liang?" ”

"Not so." He has lived for a few years, and he has never been so desperate for any girl, let alone this idea of marrying a girl.

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become, and the more aggrieved I feel, the more uncomfortable I feel.

Mother He handed the soup in her hand to Song Yingrui, with a smile on her face, "You must be blaming Dr. Liang for not coming to see you." ”

"She won't come to see me, and she doesn't like me."

"Who said that, who would not like our little master, after all, Dr. Liang is a doctor in the hospital, with many rules, unlike us, who have nothing to do, and are not afraid of the control of the hospital, you don't know how sad Dr. Liang was when you entered the emergency room."

"Is she upset? How do you know? Song Yingrui's eyes widened suddenly, and the tears flashing in his eyes swallowed back.

"At that time, Dr. Liang was standing next to me, very nervous, you see this soup, it was just sent by Dr. Liang." He Ma said happily.

Song Yingrui was taken aback, "You said she just came?" ”

"That's right, I brought you soup, and asked you about your physical condition, so I told you that I was sorry and that she didn't take care of your mood"

"Mom, which direction is she going?" Song Yingrui violently interrupted Mama's words, jumped out of bed barefoot, and poked out.

"It's been a while, hey, little ancestor, put on your slippers."

Ignoring He's mother, Song Yingrui wandered around the corridor and failed to find anyone, so he immediately returned to the ward and looked down on the balcony.

Mother He was afraid that the little master would make a mistake, so she hurriedly put down the soup and grabbed his little body.

Song Yingrui looked around, and finally saw the slender figure downstairs in the hospital, his heart was happy, and his two eyes smiled like two crescent moons.

"Little Orange, Little Orange," he shouted at the top of his voice, his little face flushed.

Liang Jincheng seemed to hear something, looked back and found nothing, listened carefully, and raised his head in the direction of the sound source, but saw a small head in the height.

But the little head, after waving at her fiercely, immediately shrank back.

Liang Jincheng smiled faintly and recognized it at a glance as a VIP intensive care unit.

Immediately, a pair of glass eyes poked out of the ward, looked at each other for a moment, and the heartbeat seemed to slow down, and when he reacted, he turned his head suddenly, stretched out his hand to stop the car, and went home.

In the ward, a certain little guy was picked up by a man and thrown on the bed.

The little guy jumped twice on the bed, and when he looked up again, he saw his father, who was only a little less beautiful than himself.

Song Yingrui rubbed his little buttocks, "What are you doing, I want to say hello to Xiaocheng." ”

Song Yixian's eyes were calm, looking at the taxi that disappeared from view outside the window, and slowly wrinkled his brows.

"It's gone, what's there to see."

Song Yingrui glared at him and muttered in a low voice, "There's nothing to see, what are you looking at?" ”

"Huh?"

Song Yingrui thought that he didn't say anything just now, and immediately changed his face to treat Mama He, "Mama He, I'm hungry, I want to drink the soup that Xiaocheng gave me." ”

Song Yixian looked at the thermos box on the table, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"You just said, who got this?"

Song Yingrui replied proudly: "Our little orange." ”

Then I took a bite and bit off the black chicken calf in the bowl, the pure meat has no bones, and it is delicious.

Mama He said happily: "Doctor Liang really has a heart, not to mention the freshly made black chicken soup, he also shaved the bones, and the cut is also delicate, which is suitable for the little master's mouth without oil stains." ”

Song Yingrui was brought up by He's mother, she had no mother since she was a child, and her father was always indifferent, plus congenital leukemia, it was difficult for her not to feel distressed.

Now that she sees a good person who loves Song Yingrui, how can she not feel gratified.

"Our little orange, not only is she beautiful, she has a gentle and considerate personality, but she also cooks good dishes, such a woman, I don't marry home, it's really a loss."

Song Yingrui, let's chirp and eat again, chattering endlessly, one mouth is dual-purpose.

Song Yixian's eyebrows were even deeper, and a pair of eyes looked at the box of black chicken soup, which was unfathomable, "You can marry back and be your mother!" ”

Song Yingrui was stunned, and looked at his father with wide eyes: "Dad, what do you mean?" ”

"Literally."

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