Shen Zhiyi nodded and agreed that Yuan Chi would also follow along.

Unexpectedly, the assistant who hung up the phone looked embarrassed.

"Mr. Shen, the plane tickets from Kyoto to Yixi have been sold out today."

"Is there no other way?"

Shen Zhiyi frowned unhappily, but at such a time of life and death.

The assistant shook his head helplessly.

"Fly over on my private jet."

Yuan Chi saw the strangeness in her eyes.

If he couldn't get to Yixi today, Shen Zhiyi would probably be worried all night, so he would just sit on this favor.

Yuan Chi said so, and Shen Zhiyi had no way to refuse.

She really can't let go of Song Ja'an now, so she can only agree.

When everyone rushed to Yixi, Song Ci was in the hospital with all his might.

Zhang Bimei sat outside the operating room, so anxious that she secretly shed tears.

Originally, the family happily came out to play, but they didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

She didn't even dare to imagine that if her daughter really couldn't survive, it would be difficult for her to hold on.

Because her daughter is already her life, and if she has no life, how will she live in the rest of her life.

Zhuang Jun also did it with a dejected face.

Every time his daughter has an accident, he always feels powerless, and even wants to transfer all the misfortunes that happened to his daughter to himself.

What a good child, God just let her go through hardships again and again.

Song Ja'an wandered for life and death inside, and the two of them outside were suffering physically and mentally.

Song Ja An fell into a long dream in a daze, in which she saw a little girl slowly growing up.

From birth, to the death of his father who fell from the building.

Ex-boyfriend betrayal and false accusations, gossip from the outside world.

Then the mother remarried, and finally the mother was also killed.

The girl was lonely ever since.

Song Ja Ann sympathized with her plight and wanted to comfort the girl.

But the girl suddenly turned around, and her face was exactly the same as herself.

Song Ci'an was stunned in place, and her pupils tightened.

Before she could react, she was pushed into the abyss by a pair of invisible hands.

The feeling of suffocation hit, and Song Ja'an was already out of breath.

An unfamiliar voice sounded in my head.

Who are you?

Song Ja An couldn't answer at all, and in the end, her body kept sinking.

After a tense rescue, the doctor slowly walked out of the operating room.

Zhuang Jun and his wife greeted him, and Zhang Bimei was already so nervous that her palms were sweating.

The throat is more like being stuck in something, and I can't say a word.

Zhuang Jun plucked up the courage to ask.

"Doctor, our daughter, how is she?"

"The operation was successful, but when she woke up, she needed to stay in the hospital for a period of observation."

The doctor's words caused the large stone hanging from their chests to finally fall.

Zhang Bimei was overjoyed and cried, holding her husband's hand and still trembling uncontrollably, and kept muttering to herself.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"But... The kid's leg had been injured before, and it was supposed to heal. But now the situation may not be optimistic..."

The doctor's words again made Zhuang Jun's head buzz.

His lips twitched slightly.

"Doctor... Your doctor is... Our... Daughter... Is it possible that my daughter will not be able to walk in the future? ”

Zhang Bimei covered her mouth in disbelief.

"When she comes to rehabilitate for a while, she will have no problem walking, but she may not be able to dance and have some strenuous exercises..."

The doctor was halfway through his words, and he didn't need to say much about the rest.

The couple should be able to grasp it in front of them.

"We get it, thank you, doctor..."

Zhuang Jun expressed his sincerest gratitude to the doctor.

As long as her daughter survives safely, it is more important than anything else.