Chapter 1 Sick Child

Chapter 1 sick children

The hospital was filled with disinfectant.

When Su Ran came out of the doctor's office, her small face was as pale as ashes. Her feet were weak, her legs were weak, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the person beside her helped her.

"Young madam, are you all right?"

Su Ran shook her head and sat down on a chair on the hospital corridor. She covered her face with both hands. Her nose and eyes were sore, but she did not cry or cry.

The The song family butler saw this and stood aside, not knowing how to comfort her. Because Su Ran's son, the The song family's young master, Song Weixi, was sick. He was very sick. He tried all kinds of methods, but it didn't work.

Madam song, who came over at this time, saw this and knew what had happened.

Madam song's face turned very pale and ugly. She said to the middle-aged woman behind her in a cold voice, "Call Song Tingyu now and tell him to come back immediately."

Shen Jing frowned, "Mom, is it really that serious? Can you let the court be delayed for two days before returning? I heard he has a project on his side..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Madam song's cold voice, "When is it time to take care of work? Do you want to see something happen to your grandson with your own eyes?"

Shen Jing's face changed greatly, "Mom, that's not what I meant. I'll call right away."

Madam song patted Su Ran's delicate shoulder, "Ran Ran, don't worry. Even if all the methods fail, there's still one last. This is the highest chance of success. Vichy will be fine."

When Su Ran raised her face, her eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse, "I see, grandma. I'll go see Vichy first." The so-called last resort was to have another child with her husband Song Tingyu, whom she had not seen for four years, and save Song Weixi with cord blood.

When Su Ran was at the door of the ward, he patted his face with his hand to make his expression look happier, and he deliberately made a smile. Then he opened the door of the ward and walked in.

Song Weixi was reading his favorite picture book "Journey to the west." When he saw her come in, he put down the book and said," mom."

Su Ran walked over and hugged him, "Vichy, you're awake. Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Weixi shook his head and stared at her face with big beautiful eyes. After a while, he said, "Mom, have you cried?"

"I didn't." Su Ran pulled out a smile.

"Your eyes are very red." Song Weixi told her lies directly. Although he was only over three years old, he was very smart.

Su ran rubbed her eyes with her hands, "I just got sand in my eyes."

"You're telling such a low level lie again." Song Weixi's tiny body sat in Su Ran's arms, "Mom, I'll be fine. I'll be fine soon."

Song Weixi wore a thick woolen hat and a hospital gown that looked too big. He inherited the looks of song tingyu and Su Ran and was a very good looking child.

"I know." Su ran held back the bitterness in her eyes, smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

Song Weixi was holding a picture book in his hand, "Mom, great-grandmother just came over. She said that my father would come back to see me soon. Is that true?"

"Does Vichy want to see dad?"

"No."

Although Song Weixi said so firmly, Su Ran knew that he was lying. Even if he was angry that Song Tingyu had abandoned their mother and son for many years, he was still a child and had a strong desire for fatherly love in his heart.

In the evening, Su Ran stayed in the hospital with song Vichy until late at night before returning to the The song family.

When she passed Madam song's room, she saw that the light was still on, and the light came through the crack of the door.

It's so late, grandma hasn't slept yet?

Su Ran walked over and was about to knock, but suddenly a cold voice came from inside, "Is there no other way? Must we use this method? You know I don't have any feelings for her. If she hadn't been pregnant and forced by you, would I have married her? Are you going to give birth to a second child like this now?"

Through the crack in the door, Su Ran could see a tall figure with his back to her.

Song Tingyu is back...

He spoke of her with disgust and disdain, as he did four years ago.

He should have been angry, because four years ago, she tied him up with her child and made Mrs. Song, who was supposed to be another woman, finally belong to her.

Four years later, he was going to suffer this again for the child he had never expected.

"I want Vichy to live well." This is Madam song's voice.

After that, Su Ran didn't listen to anything else. With a self-deprecating smile on her lips, she walked past Madam song's room and returned to her room.

She opened the door and turned on the lights, only to find a black suitcase on the carpet. It was Song Tingyu's, right? But somehow the maid put it in her room.

This was his room four years ago, but he didn't come back for four years.

It just so happened that she didn't want to live with him either, because although they had a child, they were no better than strangers.

Su Ran felt very tired and didn't touch his suitcase. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, blew his hair, turned off the light in the room, and lay in bed to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, she has to go to the hospital to accompany song Vichy for all kinds of tests, so she must fall asleep immediately.

As she was about to fall asleep, she felt someone lying down next to her. Then, the blanket on her body was pulled away, and her nightgown was pulled hard. In the darkness, a large palm pressed on her shoulder.

Su Ran was startled and struggled quickly. She grabbed her nightgown tightly and blocked the man with her hands. However, the man was so strong that she could not break free and could only spare one hand to press the bedside lamp.

She saw the man clearly.

With a deep and shapely face, a straight nose like a knife, and delicate lips, there was a suffocating coldness and disdain in her eyes.

After four years, she thought she had forgotten what he looked like, but she remembered it so clearly.

Su Ran's pajamas were torn apart by him, and he wanted to continue, so she blocked them with all her might, panicking, "Song Tingyu, what are you doing?!"

Song Tingyu pinched her cheek with his finger, "This is not what you want? Give birth!"

"Let go!" Su Ran felt humiliated and unable to struggle. Somehow, his hand slapped his handsome cheek.

With the crisp slap, both of them froze.