Song Qingchun felt that she had a long, long dream, until after she woke up, looking at the snow-white ceiling, there was an illusion that she was in a different world.

The world around was quiet, and there were occasional soft footsteps in the hallway.

Song Qingchun's brain was blank, and he stared at the ceiling for a long time before he slowly moved his eyes, slowly turned his head, and looked out the window.

The weather was a good mess, there was not a single cloud on the blue sky, it was the noon sun, hanging high in the sky, the sun was bright and translucent.

The windows are slightly open, and the spring breeze is warm, mixed with the fragrance of the first blooming flowers of spring, blowing the curtains lightly.

Such a good weather made people's mood become inexplicably stretched, Song Qingchun bent the corners of his lips, his eyes continued to drift to the side, and then he saw the infusion bottle hanging next to the bed, and with the slowly dripping liquid, Song Qingchun saw the needle pierced into the back of his left hand.

How is she on the infusion? Sick?

Song Qingchun raised her right hand and wanted to touch her head, but she found that her hand was tightly clenched, her brows furrowed, she subconsciously looked over, and then saw Song Menghua lift up the head lying on the side of the bed.

Song Menghua stared at her for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, making sure that her eyes were moving with the movements of her hand, and immediately shouted excitedly outside: "Wake up, wake up......"

Then the man quickly stood up, took the phone on the side, and dialed it out.

Immediately after the door of the bathroom was opened, Fang Rou ran out with wet hands, and when she saw Song Qingchun who opened her eyes, she immediately smiled: "Youth, you can be regarded as awake, do you know, you have been asleep for three days and four nights, and you are almost scared to death of me and my father!" ”

Three days and four nights? She slept for so long?

Song Qingchun, who had just woken up from a long sleep, was a little slow to react, and before she could figure out what the situation was, she saw a lot of people in white coats walking in.

Those people, both men and women, gathered around her, measuring blood pressure, listening to her heartbeat, and some even broke her eyelids to see.

After about half an hour, those people dispersed, and Song Qingchun's breathing also smoothed, and then he saw a tall man, take off his mask, and asked her: "Do you remember what your name is?" ”

Song Qingchun frowned, looking at the doctor's expression as if he was joking with himself, he was silent for a moment, and replied: "Song Qingchun." ”

"And who is he, do you know him?" The doctor turned around and pointed to Song Menghua, who was being supported by Fang Rou on the side.

Song Qingchun moved his lips: "My dad." ”

"And what about this one?" The doctor changed to Fang Rou.

"Sister-in-law."

After Song Qingchun finished answering, the doctor turned his head with a smile and said to Song Menghua and Fang Rou: "Miss Song is fine, no blood was found in the brain, and there was no amnesia, maybe the impact on the head was too big at that time, I fainted, I slept for a long time, and now I have a slight concussion, as long as I have a good rest, I will recover soon." ”

The blow to the head was too great......

With the doctor's words, Song Qingchun's somewhat blank brain quickly flashed the picture of being grabbed by someone and crashing into the car.

Her brows furrowed, and then that night, the images of bloody violence kept popping into her mind one after another.

PS: Sitting in front of the computer for hours, I finally wrote a chapter~~I continued to fight~~