When Song Yingying realized that the ice was about to crack, she was in danger. River water was already bubbling up under her feet, soaking her shoes in an instant.
Before Song Yingying could react, the area of cold and shattered things grew larger and larger.
“Wow wow wow——Dad——Mom——”
“Woo woo woo—Mom—”
"Help—woo woo woo—whoa whoa whoa—"
Song Yingying screamed in panic, crying for her parents, hoping someone could save her.
The cold river water suddenly surrounded her. She fell into a hole and was sinking into the river. There was nothing around her except the howling cold wind.
“Wow…wow…woooo…”
Song Yingying was so scared that she burst into tears. She was soaked in the freezing cold river water and almost drowned.
At the most dangerous moment, she saw a familiar figure running towards her from a distance.
It's him!
“Wow wow wow…save me—gurgle gurgle—”
Song Yingying struggled constantly, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank into the ice hole.
It’s too cold. It’s really too cold.
The cold Song Yingying could no longer hold on and could hardly struggle anymore. Her consciousness gradually disappeared under the erosion of the cold.
She was in a trance, and the last thing she remembered was the boy's panicked and worried look. He rushed over from the shore without hesitation, jumped into the icy river, and grabbed her trembling hand.
Then, Song Yingying fainted.
She doesn't remember what happened afterwards.
The boy rescued Song Yingying from the icy river and pulled her to the shore with great difficulty.
The boy was soaked all over, and his wet clothes were as sharp as a knife in the cold winter, but he didn't have time to think about it. After making sure that Song Yingying was still breathing, he carried Song Yingying on his back.
"Don't be afraid, I will save you."
The boy carried Song Yingying on his thin body, wearing cold clothes and braving the biting cold wind, and rushed all the way to the village chief's house.
The water dripping from his body would soon freeze.
Every step he took was accompanied by pain in his bones.
But he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop.
If he had stopped, Song Yingying might not have been saved.
After a while, an adult finally noticed the two wet children and took Song Yingying from the boy.
"Save...save her...save her quickly...she fell into the water..."
After the woman recognized Song Yingying's identity, she screamed in fear, "Oh no! Professor Song's daughter fell into the water. Hurry up and notify the village chief, find the village doctor, and quickly notify Professor Song. What should we do? If anything happens, how can we explain to Professor Song!"
The adults surrounded Song Yingying in fear and awe. Everyone was busy taking care of Song Yingying and didn't notice that there was another boy who was also wet and almost fainted from the cold.
The boy watched Song Yingying being surrounded by people and leaving.
He was exhausted and sat down on the ground. He was trembling and smiling with a sense of relief.
"Fortunately... there is still hope... She will die... She will definitely die..."
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Because Song Yingying fell into the water, the Song family's plans were disrupted. They were no longer in a hurry to go to the city, but instead stayed in the village to take care of Song Yingying's health first.
After Song Yingying was sent to the hospital after falling into the water, she started to have a fever that night. Her face turned red and she was sweating profusely.
Song Yingying's mother stayed by her side all the time, taking care of her all night long, and didn't want to leave even when she was too tired to bear it.
Because Song Yingying's parents only have her as their daughter, they treat her as the apple of their eye.
If Song Yingying really died unexpectedly this time, Song Yingying's mother might die with her.
After three days and three nights of sleepless nights, Song Yingying's fever began to subside. She was no longer burning hot all over, and she no longer talked nonsense in her sleep. She gradually began to recover.
This was supposed to be a happy thing, but——
Song Yingying didn't wake up.
Whether she was having a high fever or after her body temperature returned to normal, the girl remained in a coma and would not wake up no matter how they called her.
What is going on?
The village doctor checked again and again and said that Song Yingying's fever had subsided and she had recovered. There was no major problem with her body and her heartbeat was normal. The only possibility was that she was frightened and that's why she didn't want to wake up.
Song Yingying's parents could not accept such a conclusion. How could their daughter fall into a coma just like that?
They thought that the medical conditions in the village were poor, so they wanted to take Song Yingying to the hospital in the city for better examinations.
Because of this, the village doctor even had an argument with them.
The village doctor thought that his medical skills were no worse than those of the doctors in the hospital, and he cured Song Yingying's fever. Why should he be despised by them?
"The disease is cured! There is nothing I can do if you don't believe me! Even if you go to the city hospital, no matter how many examinations you do, the result will be the same." The village doctor left after saying these words.
Song Yingying's parents looked at their daughter who was unconscious on the hospital bed. She was fine, so why wouldn't she wake up?
They were educated people, and they understood the truth after calming down. However, they could not accept the reality before them. They could not believe that such a young girl would be in a coma for the rest of her life.
While they were in pain and distress, the surrounding villagers were not idle either.
A woman pulled Song Yingying's mother aside and whispered, "There was a person in the village next door who also fell into a coma and couldn't wake up. They said he met a tiger on the mountain and was so scared that his soul flew out of the body, so he couldn't wake up. Later, they found a fortune teller and a monk. The fortune teller gave a date and asked them to perform a ritual, saying that it could bring back the soul. After the soul was called back, the person really woke up. Why don't you give it a try?"
spiritualism?
Song Yingying's parents received scientific education, so how could they possibly believe in this method?
But they came here to worship their ancestors, and ancestor worship is a kind of superstition.
As the days passed, Song Yingying remained in a coma for longer and longer periods of time and never woke up.
After some arguments, Song Yingying's parents finally decided to give it a try.
No matter if it’s scientific or not, as long as it can wake their daughter up, it’s worth a try!
One day, Song Yingying's father went to see the village chief. Under the village chief's arrangement, he invited a fortune teller from the neighboring village to formally call back Song Yingying's soul.
The fortune teller was a white-haired old man, a blind man, holding a bamboo pole in his hand and wearing a pair of black sunglasses.
After he came, he took Song Yingying's horoscope and started telling fortunes by counting on her fingers.
After a long time, under everyone's expectation, the fortune teller spoke slowly.
"Mr. Song, the reason your daughter is in a coma is because of a lack of luck. She has too much Yin energy in her body, and she caught a cold, which made her body even more damaged. If you want her to wake up, it's easy. You just need to replenish her Yang energy."
Song Yingying's mother hurriedly asked, "Sir, how can I replenish my Yang energy?"
The fortune teller calculated with his fingers for a while and said slowly, "Find a boy with good horoscope and yang energy. The two of you can get married and naturally you can replenish her yang energy."
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