The door of the operating room opened and Mr. Song was pushed out.
Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but stand up and walked to the trolley to look at Old Mr. Song.
The doctor, wearing a mask, spoke calmly:
"The old man's condition has stabilized. Fortunately, he was sent here in time."
Old Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Old Man Song who was sleeping with his eyes closed, with relief in her eyes.
"Thank you, doctor."
The doctor nodded.
"You're welcome. This is our duty."
"But we still need to be careful in the future and not let the old man get too much stress. Transfer him to the intensive care unit for a few days of observation. He can be discharged once his condition stabilizes."
"Okay, we'll definitely pay attention."
Old Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly, still holding Old Man Song's cane in her hand and forgetting to put it down.
Song Jin supported Old Madam Song, fearing that she would not be able to bear the emotional ups and downs.
"Grandma, I told you that Grandpa would be fine. Now you can rest assured, right?"
Old Mrs. Song laughed and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I don't know if he could be saved."
Hearing what Old Lady Song said, Song Shuyuan's family, who were unaware of the situation, looked at Song Jin with some confusion.
I don’t understand why Mrs. Song said it was all thanks to her?
Could it be that when Mr. Song was unconscious, it was Song Jin who first discovered him and called an ambulance?
Although they were confused, they did not ask. A large group of people followed them to the intensive care unit and watched as Mr. Song was carried onto the bed.
Mr. Song was staying in a separate ward, which was not small in size, but nine people came in at once, including Mr. Song, the doctor, and several nurses.
With more than a dozen people in the ward at the same time, it still seemed a bit crowded.
Song Shunan and Song Shuyuan were very close to the bedside, and Old Mrs. Song was always by Old Man Song's bedside, so Song Jin was squeezed into the corner.
She took a look and made sure that Mr. Song was fine, then sat down on the chair next to him.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Song Sixing, telling him that Mr. Song was in the hospital.
The door of the ward was open. A girl happened to walk past the door. She accidentally glanced into the ward and stopped in her tracks.
Because the wound on her arm was a little inflamed, Lin Qingqing came to the hospital to see the wound at night. She never expected to see Song Jin.
She hid at the door and quietly peeked in. She saw a lot of people gathered around the bed, and an old man was lying on it.
Lin Qingqing naturally knew that old man. After all, her mother had worked in the old house for so many years...
She didn't expect that she and her mother were kicked out today, and Mr. Song was hospitalized in the evening?
Oh, retribution!
Lin Qingqing felt very happy. She took out her cell phone and took several photos of the people in the ward.
While taking pictures, Lin Qingqing noticed a man wearing a mask and a hat approaching Song Jin, and quickly switched to camera mode.
"Song Jin, Grandpa is sick and everyone is worried about him. How can you still be in the mood to play with your phone?"
Song Jin lowered her eyes and frowned, automatically filtering out the words she didn't want to hear.
Song Sixing did not reply...
What is he doing so late?
Song Sishen looked at her indifferent expression and gritted his teeth in anger.
"Grandpa loves you so much, but he loves the wrong person!"
After saying this, he turned around and went back to the bedside.
Lin Qingqing recorded the previous part and looked at Song Jin in the ward with a smile on her face.
She turned around and left quietly, but a voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"What are you doing?"
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