The mouth, covered by gauze, opened and closed several times, but no sound could be made.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes. He was so anxious and heartbroken that it felt as if he had died again when that figure suddenly returned to his side.
A warm and fresh hand gently grasped his raised palm.
"Uncle Song."
Her sweet voice seemed to come from a great distance, yet it was so clear that it was easy to hear.
As if sensing his unusual emotional state, she gently and patiently comforted him again and again:
"Don't worry, the anesthesia should have worn off by now. It's normal to feel pain. My two masters and I are treating you."
"Please believe us, Uncle Song, you will definitely get better soon."
Song Mingqian was speechless; he could only stare intently at the person in front of him.
Unexpectedly, his actions were misunderstood once again.
The girl in front of him smiled reassuringly at him, lowering her voice even further.
"Uncle Wang, who was driving, is also fine. Uncle Song, you are wearing a neck brace and can't turn your head, but Uncle Wang is lying right next to you, and we will take care of his treatment as well."
“My two mentors are highly experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the army. We will do our best to cure you.”
Song Mingqian's tears flowed even more fiercely, his heart turning cold as he heard those repeated calls of "Uncle Song."
How can you call him uncle? He should be... Dad.
Song Mingqian was anxious to correct the girl's address and wanted to tell her that she was calling her by the wrong name.
However, his body is too weak right now, and when he gets emotional, his blood rushes to his head instantly.
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a surge of anger and fell into a deep coma.
"Uncle Song, Uncle Song...!"
The anxious calls in his ears gradually faded away, and after losing consciousness, Song Mingqian once again fell into a dream, a long time afterward.
This time, the dream was different from the previous ones. It didn't depict the past appearance of my home, and the atmosphere in the dream was no longer as warm and happy as before.
Song Mingqian was enveloped in endless darkness. His wife was not by his side, and he could not see his daughter either.
He was trapped in this cold place, living in constant fear and anxiety.
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Unlike when he was awake, Song Mingqian was not alert while he was asleep. The moment he heard the voice, he turned around almost reflexively and walked towards the person who came.
Their once lifeless eyes burst forth with boundless light.
"Banxia, Huan'er, is that you two?"
"You came to find me, didn't you? I really missed you all..."
Song Mingqian desperately wanted a response, but the next second, all he felt against his forehead was the cold barrel of a gun.
He couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he could hear a hoarse and cold voice, as if it were close to his ear, rising in a low voice.
"The renowned Mr. Song, you've really given us a long search."
Song Mingqian instinctively stepped back, his voice trembling as he asked.
"Who, who are you?"
The voice instantly became even more sinister. He laughed a few times, which only made people feel a chill run down their spines.
"Me? Of course I'm the one who can reunite your family."
Song Mingqian sensed something unusual in those words.
He recognized the clothes the other person was wearing and knew they were enemy agents sent by a certain country. Just as he was about to ask them something, the other person started laughing maniacally again.
"After all these years, don't you remember your daughter?"
"When she died in my hands, she cried so pitifully that I almost couldn't bring myself to do it. But to complete the mission assigned to me by the organization, I had to force myself to harden my heart and send her to her death."
"Fortunately, she will soon no longer be buried alone in the ground like before."
The enemy agent gripped his gun tightly and walked towards him step by step, continuing, "..."
"Although this car accident attempt failed, we will not give up so easily. We will soon take action again to help you find your precious daughter."
"And your wife, she's so famous, I hope killing her won't cause us any trouble."
"Mr. Song, if it weren't for me, your family would never have had the chance to reunite. You should thank me properly and voluntarily entrust your life to me."
Song Mingqian's fleeing steps came to a halt. He slowly turned around and looked at the figure hidden in the darkness behind him, his eyes gradually turning crimson.
"Uncle Song!"
Shen Zhihuan exclaimed in surprise, looking at Song Mingqian lying on the hospital bed, unable to find peace even in his coma, her heart filled with worry.
He didn't know what he was dreaming about, but he was so sweaty that his bandages were almost soaked through, and his hands were clenched into fists as if he wanted to do something. He was extremely agitated.
“This won’t do. In Mr. Song’s current state, not only will acupuncture be impossible, but it will also harm him.”
Shen Zhihuan gestured for her two masters to come forward and help hold down Song Mingqian's wrists and ankles.
At the same time, she hardened her heart and then used acupuncture needles to insert into the acupoints.
Seeing Song Mingqian's furrowed brows and pained expression, Shen Zhihuan also frowned, feeling heartbroken.
"Mr. Song was fine when he woke up just now, and he didn't suffer any shock. Logically speaking, his reaction shouldn't be this strong."
"Could it be that he suffered from some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder?"
Grandpa Wang and Grandpa Tian nodded in agreement, but they were also very worried about Song Mingqian's situation.
"After all, the scene when Mr. Song and his companions had the car accident was extremely dangerous. The slope was so steep it was almost like a cliff. They not only rolled down the slope with the car, but also jumped out of the car midway, which caused a great impact on their physical and mental health."
"It's perfectly normal for him to have some aftereffects. Once Mr. Song's condition stabilizes, we will apply to the organization to provide psychological counseling for him and driver Wang."
"Psychological counseling is necessary, but it's a long-term solution that can't address the immediate problem. Mr. Song's current condition simply cannot be left untreated."
Shen Zhihuan didn't know what was wrong with her. After sensing that Song Mingqian was not in a good condition, she was not only extremely worried, but she also dared not look at the tears in the corners of his eyes.
She pursed her lips, not caring whether Song Mingqian, who was unconscious, could hear her, and gently grasped his wrist, patiently comforting him again and again.
"Uncle Song, don't be afraid, it's safe now, you'll be fine."
"My masters and I are doing our best to heal you. We will use all our medical skills to cure you and restore you to your health."
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