About ten minutes later, there were chaotic but clear footsteps at the door of the hall.
Liu Zhiyuan quickly raised her eyes and looked towards the door. Sure enough, the man she loved most and his child were there.
Song Ling's arrogant figure revealed a unique indifference, and his whole body was shrouded in a cold aura.
Song Lingchen curled up in his arms, with only two clear little eyes showing under his father's suit jacket, silently exuding an air of innocence.
Liu Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly became sore, and she could no longer control herself as she rushed forward, her voice choking with sobs, "Little rascal, you scared your mother to death, are you okay?"
In fact, she saw the little villain's pale face, but did not see the little villain's shot calf.
When Song Lingchen was brought in by his father, he had already reached a consensus with his father.
Dad said that Mom was a timid and crybaby woman, so he couldn’t let her see the bloody wound.
So even though the wound hurt, Song Lingchen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
Liu Zhiyuan held the little guy's face in her hands and kissed him excitedly again and again, "How is it? Are you scared?"
Song Lingchen glanced at his father and said proudly, "I'm not afraid. I'm a man!"
But because the wound was so painful, his childish voice clearly lacked confidence.
Liu Zhiyuan flashed a trace of caution and wanted to open the suit to check the little guy's injuries, but Song Ling said: "Send him in first and let the doctor bandage him!"
At this time, Yatong, who was also injured, was brought in by the bodyguard. She was seriously injured by a bullet in the kneecap, and one leg was dragged to the ground.
Her clothes were stained with blood, her little face was as pale as Chinese rice paper, her hair was messy, her eyes were gloomy, and she had no life at all.
When Song Huihai saw that she was seriously injured, his eyes trembled. He wanted to go forward, but when he thought of what she had done, his steps froze again.
When Yatong saw Song Huihai, she felt ashamed and felt like she could never face him again. She could only lower her eyes and clench her fists.
After today's events, she seemed to have experienced a disaster. The feeling of surviving was like her head was filled with cotton and was blank.
Many things and ideas were changing. She needed to calm down and sort out her thoughts.
Liu Zhiyuan saw her gunshot wound and looked at Song Lingchen's pale face, and immediately understood.
The next second, she opened the clothes wrapped around Song Lingchen. When she saw his bloody calf, her heart suddenly tightened, and she covered her lips and cried.
"Oh my God, how did this happen? You were shot, you little rascal, you're only three years old, you were really shot?"
Song Lingchen was naked again, his pale face full of embarrassment: "Cover it up, it's okay!"
Xu Su was the last one to walk in. To lighten the mood, he said, "Godson, are you shy again? What's there to be ashamed of? Who hasn't been naked before?"
Liu Zhiyuan's distressed tears flowed like rain, and her shoulders trembled as she wept. Such delicate skin, such slender legs, and such a large bloody hole. She really didn't know how Song Cheng could have the heart to do this.
She tried to reach out and touch the wound, but she didn't dare. Her fingers were stiff in the air, and she could only suppress her crying.
Song Lingchen said awkwardly: "Women just love to cry!"
This time, Liu Zhiyuan forgot to argue with him and asked loudly, "Does it hurt? Are you scared?"
Song Lingchen was proud. Although his eyes were filled with tears, he said decisively, "It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt."
Liu Zhiyuan's tears flowed even more violently. The little guy's eyes were red, and he must be in pain. If possible, she would really rather bear it all for the child.
Song Ling took a deep breath: "Let go first, take out the bullet first."
Liu Zhiyuan stepped aside, walked behind the nervous man, and told him,
"Little rascal, if it hurts, just cry. Mom and Dad won't laugh at you, okay? Mom and Dad have been waiting for you outside, you will be fine soon..."
Song Lingchen wanted to say: "Mom, you are too nagging,"
But he held on all the way until he was completely exhausted. Finally, he closed his eyes and fainted.
Song Ling put the little guy on the emergency bed and asked the emergency room doctor to push him to the operating room. A nurse who knew Song Ling asked him if he wanted to remove the bullet himself.
Song Ling hesitated, but Liu Zhiyuan and Xu Su stopped him. Although he was an authoritative surgeon, the injured person was his son. His mood would definitely be affected, so he was really not suitable for this operation.
The door of the operating room closed again, and Liu Zhiyuan threw herself sadly into Song Ling's arms.
Just now, she felt like a knife was stuck in her body.
Song Lingchen had just turned three, but he was very strong, not crying or complaining about pain. But the stronger he was, the more distressed she felt as a mother.
Looking at his small body being placed on the emergency bed, her pale face was bloodless and she was really suffocating.
Song Ling hugged her tightly and comforted her in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, this minor operation is over. Everything is over, and everything will be fine."
Xu Su went to arrange for a doctor to perform surgery on Yatong. There was a bullet in her knee that needed to be removed.
After all, Yatong is an adult and can withstand more than a child.
When she was pushed into the operating room, she saw Song Huihai's complicated eyes. He wanted to care about her but was hurt by her ruthlessness, and her heart felt uncomfortable.
In just a few months, her father seemed to have aged a lot.
When the nurse came over to push her, she couldn't help but say to Song Huihai: "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..."
Song Huihai sighed, and finally whispered, "Let's go for the surgery first."
An hour later, the lights in the operating room finally went out.
Song Lingchen was pushed out by the nurse. His little face turned pale and his eyelashes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep.
After Song Ling took a look at the child, he grabbed the surgeon on duty by the shoulder and asked, "How is it?"
The doctor on duty took off his mask, took out a handkerchief and wiped a large drop of sweat from his forehead.
The moment he lowered his eyes, he suppressed the tension and panic in his heart, and his voice trembled.
"It's okay. The bullet has been successfully removed. No bones were damaged, and the wound has been sutured. The child will need to stay in the hospital for a few days. Once the anesthesia wears off, he will wake up."
Liu Zhiyuan's tense heart finally relaxed.
After a night of worry, she could barely hold on. Her body was shaking, and Song Ling quickly hugged her. He bent down and kissed her forehead: "It's okay, it's really okay."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded gently, snuggled into the man's arms, leaned against his chest, and said softly, "I know you will save our son. Honey, thank you..."
Song Ling looked at her lovingly, "Silly girl, this is my responsibility and obligation. With you and our son, this is a complete family."
The doctor on duty added, "Doctor Song, Mrs. Song, I have arranged a ward for the child. You can go to the ward to accompany the child."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded gratefully: "Well, thank you, doctor."
The doctor on duty nodded slightly, "You're welcome."
Turning around, Song Ling took a step and felt the step was very heavy. His whole body was soaked, even his hands were soaked with sweat.
Just now, he also experienced a great disaster.
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