Chapter 12 Depressed? What a shame!
Meng Rusong asked: "Then how can I find you?"
Jiang Ci: "I'll be here until sunset."
Meng Rusong reacted quickly and asked her in surprise: "Did you expect Lao Song to come to see you today?"
Jiang Ci smiled but said nothing.
"That's impossible... Old man Song Youlin doesn't believe in these weird things." Meng Rushong laughed and said, "But I do. It's more like I can help him find you."
"So, girl, who did you learn calligraphy from?"
He changed the subject and questioned her again.
Jiang Ci leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and said no more.
"What a weird girl." Meng Rushong felt bored and had to leave with the cardboard.
He first went to the cultural center to take care of some things. When he came out after finishing his business, he saw Jiang Ci still sitting under the shade of the tree, as if he had not moved at all.
Thinking of what she had said before, Meng Rushong decided to go to the Song family to take a look.
If his old friend has any problems, he can still help out.
Meng Rushong arrived at the Song family's old house and saw the servants in a panic.
Some called an ambulance, some quickly asked for a family doctor, and some prepared something to induce vomiting.
Upon asking, we found out that it was Old Song’s most beloved granddaughter who committed suicide by taking medicine.
Meng Rushong was shocked, goose bumps crawled up his arms, and he was very shocked.
“The old man sends the young man away…it really came true!”
Song Youlin was checking the damaged ancestral grave in the back hills. When he heard the sad news of his granddaughter's suicide, he stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses.
When he turned around, he was already in tears, and in an instant he looked more than ten years older.
"Ran Ran! My dear granddaughter!"
He was supported by someone and tremblingly returned to the old house.
After the family doctor induced vomiting, the little granddaughter Song Ran's life was saved, but she could not wake up.
"Why would my granddaughter take medicine for no reason? Did someone poison Ranran?" Song Youlin asked angrily.
The family doctor said truthfully: "Actually... Miss Ranran has been taking antidepressants."
"Antidepressants?" Song's father frowned, his face turned ugly: "How can she take that kind of medicine!"
In his eyes, taking this medicine is equivalent to taking medicine for mental illness.
If word gets out that a mentally ill person has appeared in the Jiangbei Song family, wouldn't that be a huge shame?
Originally, his uncle Song Jinmin's family didn't think much of his family.
If word gets out now that his daughter is mentally ill, wouldn't that be a smear on him and make him unable to hold his head up again?
The family doctor said: "Miss Ranran has been ill for more than two years..."
"Shut up!"
Father Song said gloomily, "What's wrong with her? Ran Ran is happy every day. How can she be depressed? She just feels bad sometimes."
Song Youlin also agreed: "Yes, Ranran is still young, there is nothing for her to be sad about. My life was much harder when I was a child, but I never got depressed."
The family doctor's mouth twitched slightly.
It is very difficult to explain to such a stubborn person that depression is a disease and not just a bad mood.
"Although the young lady has already induced vomiting, she still needs to be sent to the hospital for gastric lavage."
The doctor paused, but couldn't help but correct the father and son.
"People with severe depression can also laugh happily every day. This is a disease, not a bad mood. The eldest lady has already attempted suicide. I hope Mr. Song and Mr. Song will pay attention to this."
Song's father warned him seriously, "Don't tell anyone about the young lady's privacy. You can just wash your stomach in the medical room at home. There's no need to embarrass yourself in the hospital."
The largest hospital in Jiangbei is run by Song Jinmin's family.
If he sent his daughter to have her gastric lavage done, within an hour the whole of Jiangbei would know that his daughter was a mental patient.
He can't afford to lose face!
"Old Song, you really don't want to send your granddaughter to the hospital?" Meng Rushong nudged him with his elbow.
Song Youlin sighed: "We have medical equipment at home, if it doesn't work, we can send him to the hospital."
"Why are you the same as your son?" Meng Rusong said unhappily, "Don't let the old send the young away, it will be too late to regret it!"
What he said came true.
2:30 in the afternoon.
Song Ran woke up while receiving an IV drip in his own medical room and cut his wrists when no one was paying attention.
The doctor came in and saw glaring blood all over the floor.
"Go to the hospital!"
Now I have no choice but to go to the hospital.
Song's father felt ashamed and did not go to the hospital with him.
Song Youlin loved his little granddaughter very much and was really afraid that something might happen to her, so he went.
Meng Rusong also followed. On the way, he glanced at his old friend who was so anxious that his face turned pale and his soul was out of his body. He said in a comforting tone:
"I said we should send Ranran to the hospital. Now he is fine. Something must have happened."
Song Youlin regretted it in his heart, but he still said: "Old Meng, you call this comforting? If someone didn't know, they would think you were here to watch the show!"
"I'm worried about your granddaughter too. If such a beautiful girl really..."
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"
The two old naughty boys rushed to the hospital.
After Song Ran had been rescuing him for more than an hour, the lights in the emergency room finally went out.
The doctor came out and told them to be mentally prepared.
"The young lady had taken a large amount of drugs before, which damaged her brain. In addition, her desire to live was too low. She might never wake up again..."
Song Youlin's face turned pale and his brain exploded.
His legs went limp, and he would have collapsed to the ground if Meng Rushong hadn't been quick to hold him up.
"Old Song, do you still remember the prophecy that girl said? Maybe she can save your granddaughter!"
"You believe that kind of thing?"
Song Youlin felt heartbroken, but still insisted on her own opinion.
“Find the best medical team. No matter how much it costs, my granddaughter must wake up!”
"We've tried medicine, so let's try metaphysics! Maybe it will work. Do you really want to watch your granddaughter turn into a vegetable?"
Meng Rushong felt like a disappointed child. If this was his granddaughter, he would have carried her directly to the Cultural Square.
"That girl once said that the old should send the young off. If you delay any longer, you may not even be able to save your granddaughter's life!"
Meng Rushong actually didn't know what was going on, but when he saw the words written by the girl, he felt like he believed her from the bottom of his heart.
The person who can write in a handwriting similar to that person must be no ordinary person.
At least, it won't be a scam.
"Let's go, let's go. We have to get to the Cultural Square before the sun sets."
Meng Rushong dragged Song Youlin into the car.
The sun is setting.
Before the last ray of afterglow faded, the two finally arrived at the square.
But it was too late, there was no trace of Jiang Ci under the tree.
"Oh, it's all your fault. Now the person has left!"
Song Youlin's face was gloomy and he was furious: "My granddaughter is still lying in the hospital bed, and you insisted on dragging me here to waste my time with a female liar."
"Meng Rusong, you are so ridiculous! You are old and confused! You are unreasonable!"
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