Chapter 189 Breaking the Promise
Liang Yuwei's gaze slowly slid across her face, his eyes seemingly casual, but actually carrying a hint of inquiry.
He smiled slightly and casually asked, "Why didn't your friend come? How have you been lately?"
Song Zhiwei's eyelids twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed through her mind.
She never expected him to bring up Mengxi on his own initiative, and she certainly never expected him to ask about it in such a casual tone in this kind of setting.
She slightly raised her eyes, her tone tentative: "Dr. Liang, are you so concerned about my friend?"
Liang Yuwei smiled slowly and deliberately, his tone calm, as if he were just talking about the weather: "As a doctor, of course I care about my patients. After all, health is a big deal."
Song Zhiwei's gaze fell on the woman in red beside him, then quickly looked away.
She smiled slightly, her tone ambiguous: "Then you really are a good doctor."
Her heart was already in turmoil.
In their previous meetings, when Liang Yuwei mentioned Mengxi, she could still take it as normal concern between doctor and patient.
But today, in a restaurant like this, in front of another woman, he mentioned Mengxi without any hesitation, and in such a straightforward tone—even if she's slow to understand, she would know what was behind it.
Liang Yuwei didn't seem to care about her reaction, still wearing a faint smile, and said casually, "This morning at the hospital, I thought the person next to you was your boyfriend."
Song Zhiwei frowned slightly.
She had no recollection of seeing him at the hospital that morning.
She left home with Sheng Tingzhou, without stopping at the hospital, and didn't even notice Liang Yuwei.
But with Sheng Tingzhou right beside her, she couldn't show any doubt and could only explain softly, "That's my uncle."
“Oh,” Liang Yuwei nodded gently, his voice calm but with a hint of understanding. “No wonder, I thought I was seeing things. Just now in the corridor, I saw a figure standing and talking in the distance. The back looked a lot like your uncle, so I took a second look. But this is too outrageous, so I didn’t dare to believe it.”
He paused, a hint of amazement and disbelief in his voice, "But your uncle's recovery speed is truly miraculous. Spinal cord injury is no ordinary injury; many people never get to stand up again in their entire lives. And yet, in such a short time? If he can really stand up, the medical community will be in an uproar, and everyone will call it a 'miracle.'"
Song Zhiwei's heart tightened suddenly, and her breath almost stopped for a moment. She stared into Liang Yuwei's eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "What did you say? My uncle... he can stand up? You mean, he can stand up now? When did this happen? Who saw it?"
Liang Yuwei frowned slightly, a look of surprise on his face: "You don't know?"
He shrugged, his tone tinged with helplessness and doubt. "I guess I was just seeing things. The lighting was dim, and the distance was far; it might just be someone whose back looked similar. I won't bother you any longer; I'll be going now."
After saying that, he didn't linger any longer and quickly left with the elegantly dressed woman beside him.
Song Zhiwei stared intently at his retreating figure until they disappeared around the corner at the end of the long corridor. Only then did she slowly withdraw her gaze, turn to Sheng Tingzhou beside her, and say in a low but firm voice, "I want to go to the hospital. Now."
She and Liang Yuwei had no connection whatsoever, and they rarely even exchanged pleasantries. He couldn't possibly have fabricated such a thing without a reason.
But if it really involves her uncle's leg—even if there's only a sliver of a possibility, even if it's just a misunderstanding or a misperception—she can't stand idly by.
He was her only relative, the one who raised her from childhood and was the pillar that supported her entire world.
Sheng Tingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze narrowing as he asked in a low voice, "That person just now, are you familiar with him? Did you know him before?"
"Not really close."
Song Zhiwei answered truthfully and frankly, "A few days ago, Mengxi was not feeling well and needed to see a neurologist. She made an appointment with Dr. Liang. We only met twice and exchanged a few words, so we're not exactly familiar with each other."
After listening, Sheng Tingzhou didn't ask any more questions. His expression remained cold and stern, yet carried a hint of calm reliability.
He simply said, "Go if you want. The car is waiting downstairs."
He knew what she cared about.
He has already sent people to thoroughly investigate the car accident, and the clues are being followed. He expects to have definite news in the next couple of days.
And now, accompanying her to the hospital is a form of silent support.
When I arrived at the hospital, it was already late at night. The lights in the corridor were soft but seemed cold, and the hands of the wall clock had just passed nine o'clock.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Zhou Huaiqing was seen leading Zhou Yunhan and Zhou Yunsheng out of the ward.
The three walked along, talking in hushed tones, their expressions slightly weary.
Upon seeing Song Zhiwei appear, Zhou Huaiqing's previously dim eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth were about to turn up. However, when he caught sight of Sheng Tingzhou following behind her, his face instantly darkened, as if he had been stung by something.
"Uncle Zhou."
Song Zhiwei spoke first, greeting everyone respectfully and naturally.
"They're here."
Zhou Huaiqing responded with a light, almost distant tone, as if he were deliberately suppressing his emotions, "Your uncle is inside, go in and see him. He just took his medicine, and he seems to be in good spirits."
She stood still, Liang Yuwei's words echoing in her mind. Finally, she couldn't help but ask directly, her voice filled with suppressed anxiety: "Uncle's leg... has it gotten any better recently? Has he started to regain sensation? Can he... stand up now?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Huaiqing's expression became complicated. He sighed deeply and shook his head: "It's still the same, no improvement. We do rehabilitation training every day, and the doctor also said that the nerve damage is severe and the recovery period will be very long. Don't have too much hope in the short term."
Song Zhiwei's heart sank suddenly, as if gripped by an invisible hand, causing a suffocating pain.
She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously digging into her palms—what on earth was Liang Yuwei up to?
Why tell such a lie?
Or was he himself misled by someone?
She wanted to ask more questions, but Zhou Huaiqing interrupted her.
He turned to the side, his gaze falling on Sheng Tingzhou, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "Mr. Sheng, is it convenient for us to say a few words? We can do it right here."
Sheng Tingzhou's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not refuse.
He nodded slightly, then turned to Song Zhiwei, his voice gentle yet authoritative: "Go see your uncle first."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei responded softly, and without further hesitation, pushed open the heavy door of the ward.
The room was quiet, with soft light shining on the hospital bed.
Zhou Yuze sat quietly beside the wheelchair on the edge of the bed, his hands folded on his knees. Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head.
Those eyes, once full of sharpness and warmth, have now lost their former brightness, like a lamp that once burned brightly but is now reduced to ashes, empty and silent.
Thinking about how she had just abandoned him and run away, Song Zhiwei felt an indescribable sense of guilt.
She opened her mouth, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, trembling with apology: "Uncle, I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to today. Something urgent happened to Tingzhou, the situation is very critical."
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