Chapter 229

Even if he said so, I was still very worried. I motioned to the waiter to bring down the plate of boiled fish that had not been touched, and poured a cup of warm water for Song Yu.

After drinking the water, Song Yu closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. His breathing seemed to be faster than just now.

Just wiped the forehead and overflow thin sweat, I subconsciously reached for him to dry.

It's different from the temperature of people sweating because of fever. At the moment, Song Yu's skin is a little cool.

My heart suddenly raised, "Xiaoyu, are you ok? What's wrong with your body?"

Song Yu did not answer me, he gently frowned.

"Let's go back. I don't think Xiaoyu is comfortable." I anxiously turn to Huo Qingchuan who is chatting, look flustered.

Because I have some loud voice, everyone has seen it.

"Go back and invite the doctor back. I'm not sure." I said anxiously.

At this time, my wrist on the table was suddenly held by someone. When I was frightened, I saw that Song Yu opened his eyes and was holding my wrist.

"Don't make such a fuss. I'm fine." He said.

But I think his voice seems to be weaker than just now, which makes me particularly uneasy.

"It's too late. Let's break up." Huo Qingchuan also seems to be aware of something, said to the people present.

Considering Song Yu's special situation, no one objected.

"That's true, because I'm making it impossible for everyone to enjoy themselves." Song Yu gets up with Deng Tingting and me, with a little apology on his face.

"Don't say that, brother. I'm going to have a drink with you when you get well." Wei Yan came to pat Song Yu on the shoulder and said with a smile.

When I had physical contact with him, I found that Song Yu, who was already a little thin, was much thinner. Holding him didn't feel like a young man at all.

As they walked out of the hotel, I suddenly remembered what I wanted to tell Huo Qingchuan. Song Yu seemed to have recovered his strength, so I handed him over to Deng Tingting to watch.

I kept up with Huo Qingchuan in front of me. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of falling to the ground behind me, and then accompanied by Deng Tingting's scream.

Suddenly looking back, Song Yu has fallen to the ground. Deng Tingting tries to hold his upper body while crying.

My heart seemed to fall into the cold abyss in an instant. I threw down my bag and rushed to Song Yu.

The man on the ground frowned tightly. His face was as pale as ever. You can see from his expression that he is really in pain now.

"Go and drive!" Huo Qingchuan shouts to Wei Yan.

Wei Yan ran out of the hall without hesitation. With the help of us women, Huo Qingchuan carried Song Yu on his back and trotted all the way to the door.

My tears have fallen out, while holding Song Yu to prevent him from falling down, I took out my mobile phone and dialed my father.

A car can't hold so many people. I put Song Yu in the back seat of the car. I quickly opened the door on the other side and sat in. I held his head and let him rest on my legs. Huo Qingchuan sat in the co driver's seat.

"Get to the hospital as fast as you can!" Huo Qingchuan said to Wei Yan.

Without taking care of other people, Wei Yan stepped on the accelerator and the car ran out in an instant.

"Hello, central hospital? We'll be at the gate of the hospital in 20 minutes. You are ready to come out with stretchers. There are patients in the car." Huo Qingchuan dialed the phone and said in a low and serious tone“ Call Dr. Lin up and say the patient's name is Song Yu! " Said finally, Huo Qingchuan almost roared out.

But Huo Qingchuan's mood now has nothing to do with me, my heart is only constantly begging, begging Song Yu not to have anything.

I hold Song Yu's head, while wiping sweat for him with my sleeve, while gently calling him, tears can not stop sliding out, fell on my clothes, also fell on his face.

"Song Yu, wake up, don't scare me, wake up quickly." I'm really scared. Even if Huo Qingchuan is in front of me, I can't resist the bitter cold I feel now.

But even if I call, Song Yu's eyebrows are just tightly wrinkled. There is no blood on his face, and his lips begin to turn white.

"What to do, what to do, hurry up!" I cried out and could only urge the driver.

"Hurry up!" Huo Qingchuan turned to see our situation, also said to Wei Yan.

"I know." Wei Yan quickly hit the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator more fully.

We didn't know how many red lights we ran or how many cars we passed. Our car finally stopped at the gate of the hospital.

The doctor and the stretcher were waiting at the door. Before the car stopped, Huo Qingchuan opened the door and jumped down. Then he opened the back door to help Song Yu.

After giving Song Yu to him, I went out in a hurry.

As soon as my foot touched the ground, I collapsed and sat on the ground. Some painful feelings stimulated my sensitive nerves.

"Tardy, tardy, are you ok?" Wei Yan got out of the driver's seat and helped me up.

Huo Qingchuan and the doctor put Song Yu on the stretcher truck. After looking at me, he ran to the hospital with the stretcher truck.

Just now I fell and sprained my feet. I couldn't keep up with the fast-moving stretcher, so I had to ask Wei Yan to help me follow.

"It has been sent to the rescue. You don't have to work so hard." I jump in Wei Yan's support, into the hospital, on the road, Wei Yan advised me.

"No, no, I have to see him." I can't care to wipe the tears on my face, staring at the emergency room at the end of the corridor, which lights up the red light again.

Huo Qingchuan has gone through the formalities. There is no one in the corridor.

My heart was desolate in an instant, and tears blurred my eyes again.

Wei Yan helped me to sit down on the chair and made a phone call by himself.

My nails are deeply pinched into the meat, but I don't feel any pain. I just ask God not to be so cruel. It's said that there will be three months. How can I take him away in just over a month.

When praying, Bai Shu and his parents arrived almost at the same time, and a group of people occupied the empty corridor.

"Sorry, uncle song, I didn't take good care of Xiaoyu." Seeing the pale father of Song Yu, I wanted to stand up and apologize. Because of the foot injury, I fell to the ground again.

My parents came and helped me up. "What's going on?" They also have some impatience, "go out of the time well, how suddenly into the hospital."

I couldn't answer their questions with tears.

"Uncle and aunt, don't blame it's too late," Bai Shao tilted aside to explain for me. "If she hadn't discovered Xiaoyu's abnormality early, maybe... Bai Shao tilted his head to one side and couldn't say any more.

"God bless, God bless, don't let that child have anything to do." Mother prayed to God, while secretly wipe tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I mechanically repeated these three words, why don't I go home honestly, why do I have a party, if Song Yu has an accident this time, how should I explain to Uncle song.

In the quiet corridor, there were only intermittent sobs and anxious voices.

The uneasiness in my heart gradually accumulated, and the string of spirit became tighter and tighter. I felt that I couldn't make it any longer.

I don't know how long this ordeal lasted, but the door of the emergency room finally opened, and the light from it hurt people's eyes.

A group of people gathered around, "how, how?" Uncle song asked shivering.

The doctor who has been in charge of Song Yu didn't wear a mask. His face was full of sweat. He didn't have the expression that people couldn't guess his mind before. This time, he was full of regret and fatigue.

"Sorry, we really tried our best." He shook his head and said.

Nervous tension broken, thunderbolt, I covered my mouth, do not let myself cry.

"What, what..." Uncle song opened his eyes wide, and his voice didn't sound like his. "My son, he, has he..."

It's my fault that I didn't see my son's last face. It's a lifelong regret.

So thinking, a huge sense of guilt and helplessness swept through my body, my legs and feet a soft, almost fainted. Fortunately, Huo Qingchuan behind me helped me to keep my consciousness.

"The patient has not died yet," the doctor said, "but is likely to leave in a coma."

What's that? What kind of good news?

"In a few days," Uncle song held the doctor's clothes tightly, "my son, in a few days."

"I'm sorry," the doctor said with regret. "We can't judge that."

Uncle song's hysterical cry rang out in the corridor of the hospital, which was full of grief and despair. The sound reverberated in the space and shocked everyone's soul.

After shouting, uncle song fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Several men, who could control their emotions, helped uncle song up from the ground and went down to the ward under the doctor's instruction.

As soon as Uncle song left, Song Yu's stretcher came out of the rescue room.

Dead color is the only word I can think of to describe Song Yu's state at the moment.

I want to pull Song Yu's hand while I follow the car, but no matter how hard I try, I can't touch his skin again.

The nurses rushed Song Yu to the intensive care unit. I sat on the ground feebly. Bai Shu squatted down to help me, but I couldn't do anything. She couldn't help me up from the ground alone.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," I cried helplessly. "I should take good care of him and not let him

Bai Shu gave up and pulled me up. She squatted in front of me and hugged me tightly. Her body was shaking violently, and her uneasiness was clearly transmitted.

"Xiaowan, Xiaowan," she said, "don't blame yourself. You're not wrong. It's all destiny. It's Xiaoyu's destiny. " Bai Shu gently patted my back and comforted me with the so-called fate.

Even if can't agree with her words, but at the moment she is my only rely on, I also tightly hold Bai Shu, face buried in her chest, cry loudly.