Chapter 138 Worries

It wasn't until I grew up and became more sensible that I realized this was how elders showed their deep love and care for younger generations.

She snapped out of her reverie, her gaze returning to the man before her, her heart filled with gratitude: "Thank you for all the hard work you've put into the Song family. I will forever remember this kindness."

Her words, though simple, were full of sincere emotion.

"There's nothing to thank us for; it's all in the past. The future will only be brighter and more promising."

Faced with such a genuine response, Fang Tianyou smiled and said...

His lips curled up slightly, and his eyes shone with a gentle yet slightly distressed light.

She paused, her tone gentle.

"But there's nothing serious, just need to pay attention to your diet, eat less oily food, eat regularly, and don't stay up too late."

Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

"That's good. You have to take good care of yourself and don't always work until midnight."

Jiang Churan muttered to herself again.

"But I always felt that Dr. Liang was strange... He was always unresponsive during consultations, and his words were sarcastic, as if he was always mocking me, as if there was something hidden in his words."

Song Zhiwei was taken aback, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Are you close to him? Why is he always making sarcastic remarks about you? Did you do something to offend him?"

"I don't know either."

Jiang Churan sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Every time I see him, I feel incredibly frustrated. He interrupts me before I can finish speaking, and after the examination, he coldly says, 'You don't take care of your health, whose fault is it?' It makes me angry. I really don't want to see him again."

Jiang Churan recalled the strange expression on that person's face yesterday.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his lips, and swept his gaze over coldly.

She came seeking medical help, not to be a punching bag.

I'm not here to listen to a doctor's sarcastic remarks.

"Okay, I'll choose another one next time."

Song Zhiwei spoke in a relaxed tone.

"There are plenty of doctors. If you're not satisfied, just change doctors. It's not worth worrying about such a small thing."

"Uh-huh!"

Jiang Churan's emotions finally calmed down, and she even became a little excited.

"By the way, happy birthday, sweetheart! It was too late last night, so I didn't get a chance to properly celebrate with you. I'm making up for it today. Wishing you all your dreams come true and happiness every day in the new year!"

"Thanks."

Song Zhiwei's lips unconsciously turned up, and her eyes curved into a smile.

Jiang Churan smiled and said, "When you come back tomorrow, I'll give you another gift. I picked it out specially, and I'm sure you'll like it."

The phone call ended, and the room became quiet.

The wind outside the window gently stirred the curtains.

Song Zhiwei sat on the edge of the bed, casually opened her phone, swiped her finger, and searched for "Jiangcheng travel guide".

I'm looking for fun places to go, and I'm planning to go somewhere relaxing with Jiang Churan this weekend.

I had just swiped a few times and was looking at food recommendations when a news notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

Breaking News: Multiple car accidents occur on Yunjiang Bridge in Jiangcheng, resulting in multiple deaths and injuries.

Her fingers trembled, and her heart sank.

The next second, it felt like my heart was being squeezed tightly, and I couldn't breathe.

The accompanying news photo shows the familiar elevated road section with its guardrails twisted and warped.

The vehicles were haphazardly crashed together.

Thick smoke billowed out, rescue vehicles flashed their lights, and the scene was a complete mess.

That road was the one she and Sheng Tingzhou had been taking to and from get off work every day for the past few days.

My head exploded with a "boom".

My vision went black for a moment, and my eardrums were ringing.

She frantically pulled out her contacts, her fingertips trembling so much she could barely aim at the screen.

Yet, relying on her memory, she quickly dialed the number she knew by heart.

"Beep beep beep".

A few seconds felt like an entire year, an eternity that was suffocating.

Finally, a mechanical female voice rang out.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

The phone fell onto the carpet with a "thud".

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes before rushing down to pick up the phone. The moment her fingertips touched the phone, tears welled up unexpectedly.

Images of the car accident kept flashing through my mind.

She dialed again, once, twice, three times...

The mechanical beeping continued relentlessly.

No way... impossible... how could he have gone missing?

He promised to call me back today...

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down, repeatedly telling herself this.

He can't be in trouble, he'll be alright...

With trembling fingers, she quickly scrolled to the WeChat account of "Manager Han," whom she had added just yesterday.

The person Sheng Tingzhou occasionally mentioned, Han Yufei, was in charge of the company's daily operations.

On the other end of the phone, Han Yufei had just finished a long departmental meeting, and fine beads of sweat still clung to his forehead.

As he walked back to his office, he took out his phone and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Seeing that the caller ID showed "Lawyer Song," he frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.

He hesitated for a moment, then swiped to answer the call.

"Attorney Song? What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

"Mr. Sheng...did he come to your company today?"

"President Sheng?"

Han Yufei stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

"No, I haven't seen him all day. I even sent a document to his assistant this morning for confirmation, but there's been no reply yet."

The last glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant.

If he doesn't come to the company...

So he's still on his way.

And that point in time.

It happened exactly at the time the news report mentioned.

Her blood seemed to freeze suddenly, her limbs felt cold, and she felt dizzy.

His legs buckled, his knees slammed into the ground, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

But she held on, using all her strength to hold onto the wall.

She stood up unsteadily, grabbed her bag from beside the sofa, and rushed out the door.

On the phone, Han Yufei sensed something was wrong and immediately raised his voice, shouting, "Attorney Song? You haven't finished speaking yet! What happened? Hello?!"

Song Zhiwei felt as if something was tightly gripping her throat.

Her vision went black, and static appeared at the edges of her field of vision. She could only press the hang-up button on instinct.

Then he turned and rushed toward the elevator, staggering.

She ran downstairs, and the cold wind hit her face, stinging her cheeks, but she felt nothing.

She got directly into the black Maybach that Sheng Tingzhou had arranged beforehand.

"Get to Yunjiang Bridge, quick! Right now!"

The driver saw her pale face, bloodless lips, and bloodshot eyes in the rearview mirror and was terrified.

"Miss Song, what happened? Are you feeling unwell? Should we go to the hospital first?"

"Let's go to Yunjiang Bridge!"

She practically screamed it out.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside the accident cordon.

A conspicuous yellow warning line was set up several dozen meters ahead.

Several police officers were patrolling back and forth, while traffic police were directing traffic.

Medical staff rushed back and forth pushing stretchers, while the red and blue lights of the ambulances flashed continuously.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

Song Zhiwei pushed open the car door, her body losing its balance due to excessive tension, and stumbled forward a few steps.

Ignoring the sharp pain in her ankle, she grabbed a uniformed police officer who was recording information.

"Hello...excuse me...is anyone named Sheng Tingzhou? Is he...is he inside? Please tell me!"