Chapter 201 She must wake up!
While in the car, Su Qian told Lu Yao some information about Song Yao.
For example, the soul displacement of a vegetative person.
"Well, are they willing to sign?"
Sister Xu walked quickly and asked the girl in the plaid shirt next to her in a low voice.
He also looked back from time to time.
They seemed afraid that others would hear their conversation.
"Not yet, Sister Xu."
The girl in the plaid shirt frowned slightly, shook her head, and said helplessly, "They don't want to sign."
When Sister Xu heard this, her face suddenly darkened.
"If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished!" Sister Xu said bitterly, gritting her teeth.
Her eyes were full of anger, her steps became hurried, and her high heels made a "thump thump" sound on the ground.
It looks particularly out of place in the quiet corridor.
"These fans are becoming increasingly difficult to appease."
The girl in the plaid shirt hurried to catch up. "They refuse to cooperate and sign. If Song Yao still doesn't wake up after two months, what are we going to do?"
Sister Xu snorted coldly, "The time has come, she must wake up!"
There was a glint of ruthlessness in her eyes, and that resolute look made people feel cold in their hearts.
"I've spent so much time cultivating 'her', I can't let it go to waste just because of their insensitivity."
Sister Xu lowered her voice, with a mad look in her eyes.
Inside the hospital's VIP ward.
Song Yao lay quietly on the hospital bed, her flawless white skin with a hint of redness, and her long eyelashes covering her tightly closed eyes.
Her beautiful face could not hide her beauty even when she was unconscious.
The setting sun shone through the window onto her, casting a soft halo over her entire body.
Like a sleeping princess.
Song's mother gently wiped her face and hands with a towel, her movements extremely gentle.
His eyes were full of heartache and love.
She murmured, "Yaoyao, mommy made your favorite pork rib soup again today. Smell it, it's so fragrant. You can drink it when you wake up."
"Your dad said my stew was too salty again. No way, he's just picky. He always says that."
Mother Song hummed softly, as if she was acting coquettishly with Song Yao when she was sober.
Her hands continued to move, wiping carefully. "But, when you wake up, tell me if he's too picky. I made it according to your usual taste, so I put my heart into it."
As she spoke, Song's mother's eyes began to turn red again.
She tried hard to hold back her tears, afraid of wetting Song Yao's face. She forced herself to cheer up and forced a smile.
But her voice was becoming increasingly choked with sobs. "Your brother ranked last in the final exam last semester. Your father and I chased him for several blocks with brooms."
"Tell me, why is this kid so worry-free? If only he could be half as worry-free as you were as a kid. Back then, we never had to worry about your studies. You always did so well in the exams and won so many awards. We were so proud."
A vegetative patient is different from ordinary patients.
People in vegetative states need familiar relatives and friends who can chat with them around them more often and try to awaken their deep consciousness.
Song's mother knew this very well.
So every time I talk about it, my eyes become red and my heart is filled with sadness.
But he still stayed by Song Yao's side day after day, chatting with her and sharing every detail of their home.
"Mom, I'm here—"
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing sportswear and holding a basketball in his hand, walked in hurriedly.
He is Song Yao's younger brother, Song Yang.
"Sister, let me tell you, I won the basketball game today!"
Song Yang walked to the bedside with excitement.
He gently placed the basketball on the ground and sat down next to Song Yao.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement and pride. "You don't know, at the beginning our team was behind. I was so nervous. I kept thinking about what you told me before, telling me not to panic and to stay calm."
"Then I kept my composure and scored several goals in a row, and in the end we came back to win!"
As Song Yang spoke, he gestured with his hands and feet to describe the scene on the court.
It seems as if I want to capture that passionate and exciting scene.
Show it to Song Yao in its entirety.
"Sister, if you were watching this, you would definitely be very happy too. My performance today didn't embarrass you."
Song's mother watched her son's excitement, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Mom, why are you crying again?"
Only then did Song Yang notice that his mother's eyes were red.
The excitement on his face suddenly faded a bit.
"Don't keep crying in front of your sister. The doctor said that you need to keep your sister in a happy and hopeful environment. That will be good for her recovery."
Mother Song quickly wiped away her tears.
She forced a smile, nodded and said, "Yangyang, you're right. It was Mom who didn't control her emotions. Mom won't cry anymore. We have to make Sister happy."
Song Yang then nodded with satisfaction and turned his gaze to Song Yao again, his eyes full of tenderness.
At this moment, he noticed a document on the bedside table.
Song Yang's expression suddenly changed.
"Mom, are they here again?"
There was obvious annoyance and worry in his words.
He frowned as he picked up the document and quickly glanced at it. His frown deepened. "Why don't you give up? You keep bringing these things here and even think about taking advantage of your sister. This is too much."
Mother Song sighed helplessly and said, "Oh, Yangyang, don't be angry. We can't win. But don't worry, Mom will never sign this!"
"Mom, they are too much of a bully. My sister is already in such a state, yet they still won't let her go."
Song Yang angrily threw the documents aside.
In the ward corridor, Su Qian and Lu Yao took a lot of effort to find out which ward Song Yao was in.
"Is it them?"
Su Qian was just about to step forward.
Then I saw Sister Xu and the girl in the plaid shirt walking towards the ward together at the corner.
She and Lu Yao looked at each other, and without hesitation, they followed forward.
"You again!"
Before I even got close to the ward, I heard Song Yang's angry voice, which was full of annoyance and resistance.
Song Yang stood up and blocked the door of the ward.
It's like trying to keep out those with bad intentions.
He frowned and glared at Sister Xu and the girl in the plaid shirt, saying loudly, "Are you guys done yet? My sister needs to rest well now and doesn't need you to disturb her. Hurry and leave!"
"Why are you so excited?"
Sister Xu slowly pushed her glasses up.
His face still had that seemingly gentle, but actually arrogant expression, "After all, I am Song Yao's agent, Song Yang. You are young and don't understand the interests involved. Don't make trouble here."
Song Yao's agent?
Su Qian, who was not far away, stopped when he heard this.
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