She sat in the middle of the car seat, her eyes wide open, filled with anger at being fooled by her beloved. "Han Zhan, you can't lie to me!" Song Ci's voice was cold, but her expression was fragile and fragile.
"Tonight at nine o'clock, someone reported that Director Zhu of Xinqiao Cardiac Surgery was conspiring with Xinqiao's chairman, Mu Mian, to illegally dissect living people and steal their hearts. The police took this matter very seriously and immediately dispatched personnel to the scene to investigate. They confirmed the report was true, and Director Zhu and Mu Mian have been taken to the police station."
Han Zhan wiped away the tears on Song Ci's face and told her: "Song Ci, the person who was almost killed by Mu Mian was Song Fei."
"How is that possible!" Song Ci stared at Han Zhan with tears in her eyes. She covered her mouth with both hands and cried, "Song Fei is clearly dead, and her ashes are still in the resting place. I personally received them from Teacher Fu!"
"Han Zhan, you can't lie to me!"
I can't give her hope and then let her fall into despair.
"I'm not lying to you." Han Zhan tried to take Song Ci's hands away from his face. He held Song Ci's cold hands tightly and coaxed her like a child: "Cibao, Song Fei is really still alive. She is in the inpatient ward upstairs. I'll take you to see her."
Song Ci nodded vigorously with tears in her eyes.
Song Ci ran quickly into the inpatient building of Xinqiao Hospital. On the way up, she was dissatisfied with the slow speed of the elevator and stamped her feet in anxiety.
When the elevator stopped at the 6th floor and the door opened, Song Ci ran out without a care in the world. She ran wildly in the corridor, looking for a bed as she ran. When she saw bed number 45, she stopped abruptly.
She took small steps to the door of the ward, put her hand on the door handle, but lost the courage to open the door.
She was afraid to open the door.
What if Song Fei is not there and it’s just a false alarm?
"Cibao." Han Zhan placed his hand on the back of Song Ci's hand. With a slight force, he opened the door. The door was opened a crack, and the light from the ward slipped out. Song Ci slowly raised his head and looked inside.
As the door was completely opened, the panoramic view of the ward appeared in Song Ci's sight.
There were four beds in the room, with small sleeping cots placed between them. The patients' families dozed off on the cots. On the bed by the window lay a woman, still wearing sterile surgical gown.
The woman's hair was short and longer than her ears. Her face was too thin, with prominent cheekbones and a haggard and pale complexion. She was sleeping, breathing very slowly, with a kind of innocence that seemed to know nothing of the world.
Song Ci stared at Song Fei's face, tears welling up in her eyes again.
She quickly ran to the bed by the window, hugged Song Fei's shoulders tightly, buried her head in the crook of Song Fei's neck and cried bitterly. "Sister..." When she cried out "sister", Song Ci broke down and cried on the spot.
Song Ci was so emotional that she woke up the two sleeping family members. The family members sat up with confused expressions, looking at Song Ci who broke down and cried, and then at the tall man behind her. They looked a little confused.
Han Zhan lowered his posture and apologized to the family members and patients, "I'm sorry, my wife was a little too excited and disturbed everyone."
They were all people who had been tortured by illness and were desperate and breathless. They could understand Song Ci's loss of composure. "It's okay, it's human nature."
A slightly fat male family member asked Han Zhan: "What is your relationship with that little girl?" They had never seen any relatives of Song Fei come to accompany her, and they thought Song Fei was an orphan.
After eight years of being a vegetable, Song Fei was now skinny, with her breasts barely larger than those at the back. Lying there quietly, she looked like an underage high school girl. No wonder they called her a "little girl."
Song Ci kept her head down and cried, and no one could see her appearance clearly. If they could see clearly, they would be able to guess her relationship with the patient.
"That's my wife's biological sister." Han Zhan leaned on the railing of Song Fei's bed and told the family members, "Don't look at my sister-in-law's young age. Although she is only 22 years old, she is a virus expert!"
"Some time ago, my sister-in-law went to Africa with Fu Hanshen, our country's top virus expert, to study the Ebola virus. Unexpectedly, a war broke out there, and my sister-in-law unfortunately died."
Han Zhan looked back at Song Fei, who was sleeping on the bed, shook his head, and said with a complicated expression: "Mr. Fu brought her ashes back to China, and my wife personally placed the urn in the resting place. We all thought that my sister-in-law was dead, but who would have thought that she was not dead, but still alive!"
"My wife cried so hard because she was so surprised and happy." Han Zhan looked like an upright and kind-hearted young man. Everything he said was convincing and unquestionable.
A younger male patient suddenly said, "Oh my god, big brother, your sister-in-law is not called Song Fei! The virus expert Song Fei!"
The man was in his early twenties and was also an internet addict. The death of virus expert Song Fei a few days ago had attracted considerable attention.
He just happened to see it.
Before Han Zhan could respond, the man's mother turned and glanced at Song Fei's hospitalization information sheet. Seeing the name, she told her son, "It's Song Fei."
The man exclaimed again. "How could such a thing happen!"
Han Zhan shook his head and sighed. He said, "Hey, we don't know what's going on. Tell me, someone who was originally declared dead and cremated is still alive. Isn't that strange?"
"Of course we're happy and excited that my sister is alive, but it's strange that someone who was supposed to be researching viruses in Africa died inexplicably and then appeared inexplicably in China. We are her closest family, and we have the right to know the truth."
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