Su Qianqian nodded. She and Song Yi looked so similar, it was hard not to know.
"Good boy, just live well!" Song Zhang no longer has so many extravagant demands. He just hopes that his descendants can live happily.
In the evening, Yan Hui brought Su Xiaoman here as well.
Yan Hui also heard about this.
The two families are old friends, and Yan Hui can understand Song Zhang better.
He comforted Song Zhang: "Brother, please take care of yourself."
Su Xiaoman didn't know what had happened, but he knew that the old man needed comfort now. Xizhou's grandfather was a good man, so he hugged Song Zhang and said, "Grandpa, be happy! Tomorrow is another beautiful day!"
"Yeah, okay!" Song Zhang wiped away his tears excitedly.
Then, Su Xiaoman went to see Song Xizhou and said, "You need to wake up quickly. I want to play with you."
After that, he whispered in Song Xizhou's ear: "Your grandpa is very sad now, because Aunt Song Yi seems to have had an accident. You have to wake up quickly!"
Song Xizhou's electrocardiogram speed increased, but he did not wake up.
Su Xiaoman didn't notice this, and neither did the adults nearby.
A few days later, Song Yi's funeral was held.
On this day, everyone in the Song family went there except Song Xizhou who was in a coma in the hospital.
Su Qianqian also went.
In the cemetery, everyone expressed their condolences.
Because Song Yi is a junior, there is no need for him to kowtow.
Only a few children could kowtow to Song Yi.
Su Qianqian asked Su Xiaoman to kowtow and presented a few flowers.
Yan Hui and Yan Sui came to the Yan family.
No one from Yancunyu arrived, but they sent a large wreath.
At the same time, in the hospital, a man stood in front of Song Xizhou's bed.
The man was wearing a white doctor's coat and he stared at Song Xizhou for a long time.
Finally, he raised his hand and unbuttoned Song Xizhou's shirt. He saw the birthmark on Song Xizhou's back. The tattoo style was the same as Su Xiaoman's.
Yan Cunyu's eyes were wet.
He stroked Song Xizhou's face, and finally, his hand stopped on Song Xizhou's head.
An invisible force overflowed from the fingertips, and the rose-red dot on Song Xizhou's head disappeared.
"Which doctor are you?"
A nurse came outside to change the dressing, and she had never seen this person before.
Yan Cunyu glanced at her, walked up to her, raised his hand and waved. The nurse felt a flash before her eyes and then fell to the ground.
Yan Cunyu moved her to the table beside and fell asleep.
When the nurse was woken up by the head nurse who was checking the shift, she was still a little confused.
The head nurse asked her, "Why are you sleeping in the patient's room? Are you too sleepy?"
The nurse glanced at the sky and said, "I worked the night shift yesterday, so I can't work the day shift today!"
The head nurse frowned: "You worked the night shift the day before yesterday and had yesterday off. If you want to slack off, you should find a good excuse!"
"No, I was clearly on night shift yesterday." The nurse was convinced.
When Song Zhang came back, he saw two nurses arguing about something. As soon as he came in, the two stopped talking.
Because the two knew that this kind of thing was a mistake, if the patient's family did not mention it, they would not take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves.
After the nurse left.
Song Zhang looked at Song Xizhou lying on the bed with melancholy in his eyes. At this moment, Song Xizhou's brain waves returned to normal and the instrument began beeping.
Song Zhang quickly called a doctor.
The doctor said, "Congratulations. The child will wake up in a while after a good sleep."
Sure enough, not long after, Song Xizhou woke up.
He opened his big, hazy eyes.
Song Zhang asked him in surprise: "What do you want to eat?"
Song Xizhou shook his head and said, "Didn't we just have a feast at the Yan family?"
More than ten days have passed since that day, and there is a hint of loneliness in Song Zhang's eyes.
He coaxed Song Xizhou, "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat? I'll eat with you."
"I want some water."
Song Zhang poured him some water, and then Song Xizhou went to get it, but found that he had no strength in his hands.
He asked in horror, "What happened to me?"
Song Zhang called a doctor, who said to Song Xizhou, "Little boy, this is normal. You've been in a coma for more than ten days and haven't moved. Your body functions haven't caught up."
"What about the vegetative patient on TV who wakes up and the first thing he does is spend a month in a wheelchair?"
"Don't be afraid, little friend. You are here with your uncle. He will definitely heal you."
Song Zhang: "..." He really wanted to kick this doctor out.
Song Xizhou pursed her lips and said nothing.
Hearing that Song Xizhou had woken up, Su Xiaoman wanted to come and see him.
Su Qianqian and Yan Sui brought him here.
The child ran up to Song Xizhou excitedly and said, "You have to get better soon so we can go out and play together."
"Yeah." Song Xizhou's expression was indifferent.
Su Xiaoman just thought that he was not feeling well, then, Su Xiaoman noticed a newspaper beside Song Xizhou's bed.
The newspaper reported a fall from a building.
"What's this?"
Su Xiaoman was curious and pulled the thing out.
Then, Song Zhang, Su Qianqian, and Yan Sui all changed their expressions.
Song Zhang had been hiding this matter from Song Xizhou. Unexpectedly, despite all his precautions, the newspapers delivered by the hospital every morning could not stop it from coming out.
Song Zhang tried to persuade him with kind words, and Song Xizhou's answer was impeccable.
Su Qianqian also used psychological counseling methods to talk to Song Xizhou, but Song Xizhou behaved too normally, which made Su Qianqian think that he was too defensive.
When they left, Su Qianqian and Song Zhang said, "Remember to find a good psychologist for the child. This incident must not leave a psychological trauma on the child."
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