Chapter 89 Car Accident
Wen Song stared at the chat interface with a vague sense of foreboding. He put away his phone, feeling uneasy. Just as he was about to pick up the dumplings, he accidentally burned himself and couldn't help but hiss in pain.
"What's wrong, Songsong?" Song Lanxue asked as soon as she heard the sound.
Wen Song walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and rinsed her scalded finger with cold water. Without changing her expression, she said, "I don't want my grandmother to worry."
"It's nothing, I just accidentally burned myself while picking up the bowl, it's nothing serious."
Song Lanxue stood to the side with a pained expression: "I should have some burn ointment here. Remember to apply it later, so your hands don't get blisters or scars."
Wen Song responded, "Okay."
At this moment, Song Lanxue said again, "It's already past nine o'clock, why haven't we seen Xiao Guan come over yet? Is something holding him up at home? We can save some for him, he can eat it later."
A strange premonition was gradually spreading in Wen Song's heart, like a pent-up emotion that he couldn't shake off, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Let's wait a little longer."
"He messaged me just half an hour ago saying he was on his way."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, seemingly shattering the silence in his heart and causing Wen Song's heart to tremble uncontrollably, as if something bad was about to happen.
When Wen Song took his phone out of his pocket, his fingers were a little weak, and he struggled to take it out. He saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
As soon as I swiped to connect, a familiar voice came from the other end.
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The other party's tone was urgent and impatient; their usual nonchalant manner was completely replaced by seriousness and anxiety.
"Hey! Wen Song! A Sui has been in a car accident and has been taken to the hospital where your grandmother lives. Wait for me, I'll be there in ten minutes and I'll explain the situation to you then."
Wen Song's head was spinning, and Duan Ze's words echoed in his ears: "Guan Ju was in a car accident."
So Alpha got into a car accident on his way from the Guan family's old house to the hospital.
No wonder my eyelids and heart were twitching earlier; it was a sign that something bad was about to happen.
His breathing stopped for a moment, and the pain in his chest spread inch by inch. The sadness did not affect his emotions, and Wen Song remained calm. Only the physical reactions of flushed cheeks, head and stomach pain indicated that he was sad.
He had never experienced anything that could cause emotional fluctuations.
This is the first time.
"Okay." Wen Song's throat was dry.
There are so many questions I want to ask, but I don't know how to say them.
How is Guan Ju now? How serious was the car accident? Why did the accident happen? Is her life in danger?
After hanging up the phone, Song Lanxue sensed something was wrong and asked, "Songsong, did something happen to Xiao Guan?"
Wen Song's expression seemed calm, yet slightly numb: "It's nothing, Grandma, it's just—"
His gaze fell on the dumplings that had already been served in front of him, and his throat felt as if it were being cut by a knife. He said, word by word, "He won't be able to eat the dumplings you made for the time being."
Song Lanxue still felt something was wrong.
If nothing's wrong, why are Wen Song's lips a little pale, as if he's suffered some kind of blow that he can't accept?
Song Lanxue: "It's okay if we eat it later."
"As long as everyone is alright."
Wen Song gripped her phone tightly: "He'll be alright."
Remembering that Duan Ze said he would arrive in ten minutes, he said to Song Lanxue, "Grandma, I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. You can call me if you need anything."
Song Lanxue patted Wen Song's hand: "Go ahead and do your work. Xiao Xu will come to keep me company in a little while."
Wen Song nodded, turned around, and left in a hurry, his steps seemingly unsteady.
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Just left the ward.
Wen Song received another call from Duan Ze, who told him to meet on the first floor and that he would be taken to the VIP building, the highest and most confidential area of the hospital, where facial recognition was required for entry.
Just as he came down, Duan Ze walked briskly over from outside.
The person was wearing silk pajamas, indicating they had left in a hurry and hadn't had time to change.
“Guan Ju…” Wen Song hadn’t finished speaking when Duan Ze gave an extremely fast reply.
"He was hit by a drunk driver driving in the wrong direction on Huanhai Road. The car was totaled, and we don't know his condition yet. Uncle Guan told me—"
Duan paused for a moment, suppressing his emotions, and said, "His life may be in danger."
The flushing in Wen Song's cheeks intensified, her head buzzed, stomach pain swept through her entire body, and her lips gradually turned pale.
“You don’t need to worry too much,” Duan Ze said, his voice choked with emotion, turning his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. “He’s in surgery right now, and we’ll only know the specifics after the surgery is over.”
"Uncle Lu and Uncle Guan are right outside the operating room. I suggest you don't go there yet. I'll let you know if anything happens."
Wen Song was still a little overwhelmed.
The whole person is like a rusty machine that can no longer function.
"Are you alright?" Duan Ze felt a pang of guilt.
The car accident in Guanju was completely unexpected; no one anticipated such a coincidence. It truly proves the saying, "You never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident."
"I'm fine." Wen Song wanted to cry but couldn't shed a single tear.
But I couldn't help but feel guilty.
Guan Ju was in a car accident on her way to find him. If they hadn't agreed to go home together and meet again the next morning, would they have avoided this misfortune?
Duan Ze: "Your condition isn't quite right right right now. You can rest in room A111 for a while. Wen Xu will be here soon. I'm going to the operating room first. I'll contact you again if there's any further news."
Wen Song nodded rather stiffly.
"OK."
Duan saw the person respond and came down, and thought he would take big strides and leave quickly.
But after taking only a couple of steps, Wen Song suddenly said, "Can I go with you?"
Upon hearing this, Duan sighed.
“You’re Ah Sui’s boyfriend, so of course you can. I’m just worried that Uncle Guan might blame you.”
They all knew that Guan Ju had gotten into a car accident while looking for Wen Song, and they knew that the direct cause had nothing to do with him. But they were in a state of grief, and harsh words would always come out before they regained their senses.
Especially Guan Ju's relatives.
“It’s okay,” Wen Song choked up. “They can blame me.”
Duan Ze: "Then come with me."
The two walked one after the other, their hearts heavy.
Duan kept an eye on Wen Song's condition, worried that she was blaming herself too much, and finally comforted her: "This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to take the blame. The drunk driver is the real culprit."
"Ah Sui will be alright."
"I promise."
Wen Song's tears fell instantly, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand.
Okay. Thank you.
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