Chapter 69, The 69th Beam of Light: "Should we go back and take a look?"...
Inside the private hospital,
Ying Qi grabbed the doctor who came out of the operating room, "How is it?"
The doctor removed his mask with a grave expression. "He's out of danger, but when he wakes up is up to him."
I wonder when I'll wake up? That's an important surgery tomorrow...
Thinking of this, Ying Qi didn't bother to check Song Xingyun's whereabouts. He first blocked the news of Yu Mushang's accidental car accident, and then turned around and began to contact Samir's team.
He only knew that even if Yu Mushang collapsed, he couldn't panic. Everything had to proceed according to plan. "Is the current situation still suitable for surgery?" Yu Mushang had said that no matter what happened, they should try their best to ensure the surgery went smoothly.
When Ying Qi was communicating with the other party, his biggest worry was that the other party would respond that Yu Mushang's condition was not suitable for surgery. Therefore, he paced back and forth in the hospital corridor throughout the phone call due to anxiety.
“We’re on our way to the hospital. Don’t worry, the situation might not be so bad. We’ll assess it when we get there.” Samir’s team didn’t give a definite answer, but thankfully there was still a chance.
Yu Mushang had been transferred from the operating room to a VIP ward. He was covered in medical equipment, and the monitoring instruments next to him showed that his vital signs were stable. Ying Qi looked at him as if he were asleep, and felt relieved.
He didn't know if Yu Mushang could hear him, but thinking of the "medical miracles" he had read about, he decided to give it a try. He did just that, and Ying Qi bent down and whispered in Yu Mushang's ear that Samir's team was on their way and that he must try his best to wake up.
Fearing it wouldn't work, he decided to "lie" again: "I've already found Assistant Song."
"Be strong. You'll see her after the surgery goes smoothly. Assistant Song is so beautiful. If you keep lying here, she might get snatched away by another man!"
Just as Ying Qi finished speaking, his phone rang again. He sighed, got up, and went outside to answer it, not noticing that the person on the hospital bed raised their finger slightly.
*
After traveling on the highway for two hours, the bus traversed winding mountain roads and finally entered Changle Town, stopping at the bus terminal.
The biggest change in Changle Town in recent years is that the bus terminal has been built in the town. In the past, after getting off the bus, people had to find a way to take a tricycle or oxcart to the town.
Life is better now, and the roads in Changle Town have been extended to the outside, making it easier for vehicles to enter and exit, which has benefited the people in the town who go out to work.
It was already the dead of winter, the end of the year, and every household in the town had hung up red lanterns early. Many elderly people living near the bus station had brought chairs and sat in front of their own doors. Every time a car stopped, they would get up and look around, clearly waiting for someone.
"Young lady, I'll be going now. I'm back a few days earlier than my daughter, and I still have to rush home to do a big clean!" The old lady said this with anticipation for the New Year, after all, it's a time for family reunion.
"Okay, thank you for the preserved plums." Hearing Song Xingyun say this, the older woman probably remembered the time she cried in the car. Song Xingyun looked about the same age as her daughter, and as a mother, she easily felt sorry for her. She took out all the remaining preserved plums from her bag and stuffed them into Song Xingyun's hands.
"You're welcome. I wish you a happy and peaceful New Year in advance!" After saying this, the woman put her bag back on and walked out of the station.
Song Xingyun was left standing there, holding a handful of preserved plums, stunned. Only after the person had walked away did she sniff and whisper, "Thank you, and I wish you a happy and peaceful new year."
Song Xingyun looked up at the sky and found it wasn't as overcast as it had been in the morning. Although the sun was only peeking through the clouds, she could still feel a ray of sunlight on her. She composed herself and smiled gently, "Are you welcoming me, Dad?"
She believed that Song Huazhang was waiting for her; she wasn't a child no one wanted.
Almost everyone who got off the bus had left before Song Xingyun set off. She first went to the hotel where she usually stayed when she came back, checked in a room, put down her luggage, and then went to the street to find a mobile operator to get a new phone card.
After inserting the new SIM card and restarting her phone, she originally wanted to send a message to Wen Ying, but she was still afraid that Ying Qi would find her, so she went on her long-unused QQ account and left her a message.
After finishing the most important things, she wandered aimlessly through the streets. She didn't know where to go or what to do. The Song family's old house had been abandoned since Song Huazhang took her away. It held too many memories of the three of them. When Song Huazhang left, he only took photos of the three of them. Every year when he came back to sweep Song Xingyun's mother's grave, he never stepped into the house again. Now, it was uninhabitable.
Song Xingyun didn't understand before, and would secretly run back to the old house to take a look every time she came back. But after Song Huazhang also passed away, she understood his actions and stopped going back to peek.
But perhaps guided by fate, she walked aimlessly with her head down, and eventually found herself near the old house, seven years later.
She stared blankly at the red-roofed building in the distance, until someone passing by glanced at her a few more times and suddenly stopped. "Is that Little Star?"
Song Xingyun was brought back to her senses by the voice. Her blank eyes followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man. His face overlapped with someone in her mind, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Tang..." They hadn't seen each other since Song Huazhang's funeral.
"Hey! I knew I hadn't mistaken you for someone else." Tang Huan's smile deepened, revealing even more wrinkles on his face. "When did you get back?"
Song Xingyun replied an hour earlier, feeling ashamed, "I'm sorry I haven't come back to see you all these years."
Tang Huan first approached Song Huazhang's childhood friend. The two had grown up together and had always treated Song Xingyun like a daughter. He waved his hand and said, "Uncle understands. There's no need to apologize. I'm relieved to see you doing well now."
"It's just your father, sigh, I never thought that our phone call would be the last one."
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun exclaimed, "Dad's on the phone?" She had thought they had lost contact, but it seemed there were still many things she didn't know... She had fainted several times from grief at Song Huazhang's funeral and had no energy to pay attention to anything else.
The sun was fully up. Tang Huan first stretched out half of his hand towards her and then withdrew it. "Why don't we sit up in front and talk? After I retired, I opened a general store in my spare time. It's right at the intersection."
Song Xingyun followed his finger; the intersection pointed to the one near their house... "Uncle, you..."
Tang Huan waved his hand first, "Let's go."
Song Xingyun obediently followed, and as soon as she sat down, she saw Tang Huanxian skillfully brewing tea. As he worked, he recounted many past events, and every sentence mentioned Song Huazhang.
"I suppose you're busy with your studies or work, so I go and tidy up your parents' graves whenever I have time, and I even get to have a few drinks with them occasionally!"
“Our two houses are not far apart. Isn’t it a coincidence? I was looking to take over a shop, and this place just happened to be the most suitable.”
"We spoke on the phone not long before Huazhang passed away. He told me that your eighteenth birthday was coming soon and expressed his concern that if he were gone one day, no one would take care of you. I told him to shut up, but little did I know that his words would come true. Alas, what an unlucky guy."
Tang Huanxian sighed heavily as he finished speaking.
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun choked up, "Dad probably left all the good fortune to me."
After a moment of silence, Song Xingyun hesitantly asked, "Has your father ever talked to you about whether his work is going well?" After asking, she didn't take her eyes off Tang Huanxian's face, afraid of missing any change in his expression.
Tang Huanxian shook his head after only recalling for a few seconds. "He only told me that he found a good job in a big city, and his boss treated him very well. He must be very happy."
Song Xingyun's fingers intertwined, and she couldn't help but scratch. "Like this." Even Tang Huanxian said so, making her wonder if there was another truth behind that accident back then, and what she had missed...
Tang Huanxian never married and is still single. "It's been many years since I've talked to anyone this much. Don't mind your uncle's rambling."
Song Xingyun shook her head, "No, didn't you always make me call you godfather when I was little?"
Tang Huanxian chuckled again and scratched his head. "You still remember, young lady." He glanced back at the house behind him. "When Huazhang took you away, he left the key to the old house with me. I go in to clean and tidy it up from time to time, but he still didn't want to go in every year when he came back."
Just as Song Xingyun thought she had misheard, she felt a chill in her palm. Looking down, she saw a key, and then she heard Tang Huanxian say, "What about you? So many years have passed, do you want to go back and visit?"
Song Xingyun slowly curled her hands into a fist, gripping the key tightly, and said with difficulty, "Uncle, I..."
"Can I really do it?"
As she asked this question, tears streamed down her face again; she probably missed them too much.
Finally, encouraged by Tang Huanxian, Song Xingyun arrived at the old house. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. The familiar scent, carrying childhood memories, immediately filled her nostrils. For a moment, she truly believed that they were waiting for her return. "Dad, Mom, Xingyun has come back to see you..."
"If only you could tell me what exactly happened back then..."
At this time, the hospital
"How is it?" Ying Qi asked, looking very nervously at Dr. Samir, who had already examined Yu Mushang.
For a moment, the ward was so quiet that only the beeping of the medical equipment could be heard.
After discussing the matter with his team for a few minutes, Samir turned to Ying Qi and said, "We have determined that he meets the criteria for surgery. In order to increase the success rate of the surgery, we suggest that the surgery be moved up to today and completed as soon as possible."
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