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Song Wanqing tugged on her collar, her face turning pale.

"Yanqing, what exactly happened between you and Yan Ting?"

Song Weiye's tone was stern.

"I don't know."

Song Wanqing bit her lips and said helplessly.

"Don't know?" "Evening, you …" Just as Song Weiye wanted to say something, a surprised exclamation came from inside the room.

"Master, madam, it's bad. Second Miss has swallowed a bunch of sleeping pills."

The servant rushed out anxiously.

Song Weiye and He Wanping hurriedly ran towards Song Qinglan's room.

Song Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but still followed him.

In the room, Song Qinglan was still pouring pills into her mouth when she was forcefully stopped by a servant. The servant heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Song Weiye and He Wanping enter the room.

"Master, Madam …"

He Wanping rushed up with a pained expression and hugged Song Qinglan, "What are you doing? You want my life!"

Song Qinglan's face was extremely pale, and her pair of delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted.

"Song Weizheng, what are you still standing there for? Hurry, send Lan'er to the hospital "

Song Weizheng reacted and quickly got the butler to find a few bodyguards to help Song Qing Lan into the car. Before leaving, Song Weizheng glanced at the nearby Song Wanqing and said coldly, "Follow."

Song Wanqing didn't say anything and just got in the car silently. She sat in another car.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor quickly examined Song Qing Lan's body. However, the crowd had thought that Song Qing Lan swallowed the sleeping pill, but it wasn't.

Song Qinglan's congenital heart attack suddenly broke out, and she swallowed an emergency medicine. However, her condition remained unstable, and the doctor said it was best not to provoke her. Otherwise, she might not be so lucky next time.

"You troublemaker!"

He Wanping rushed over and gave Song Wanqing another slap. The force of this slap was even stronger. Blood flowed out of the corner of Song Shiqing's mouth.

Song Wanqing looked at He Wanping with sorrow in her eyes.

This time, Song Weiye did not stop He Wanping. He looked at Song Wanqing with a complicated expression.

"Luckily, your sister is fine this time. If anything were to happen to her, you would have to use your life to compensate her!"

Use her life to pay for it...

Song Wanqing's heart was even more despondent.

Even though she had never dreamed of such a thing, but … Facing He Wanping's accusation, her heart was still cold.

She was obviously her daughter, but why? Why was the gap between her and Song Qinglan so huge?

"Alright, don't forget that Lan'er is still inside. "Let's find Yan Ting first."

Song Weizheng reminded him.

"Right, right. Only Yan Ting can calm Lan'er's emotions now." He Wanping quickly made a call.

After He Wanping left to make a phone call, Song Weiye said to Song Wanqing with a cold face: "Xiqing, this time, you've disappointed daddy too much. How could you do such a thing? What do you think your mother is angry about? "Hmph, you should know your own limits."

Song Wanqing nodded expressionlessly. Not long after, Fu Yanting arrived.

"Yan Ting, you've finally arrived." Upon seeing Fu Ting, He Wanping hurriedly stepped forward. "Lan'er's body is already weak to begin with. How can her body withstand such a great stimulus this time?"

"Aunt, don't worry. I have a friend who is a cardiac surgeon and he is in this hospital. I have already informed him that Lan'er will be fine."

He Wanping nodded.

"Yan Ting, you should head in first to see Lan'er. She's not in a good mood right now."

Fu Yanting nodded his head before heading towards Song Qinglan's room.

The moment he opened the door, he saw a pale Song Qinglan looking at him with a pair of teary eyes.

"Yan Ting …"

"Don't cry."

Fu Yating's gentle voice made it so that Song Qinglan was unable to control her tears.

"Yan Ting, is there really no other way?" "Actually, I can do it. Yan Ting, I really don't care. I can do it!"

Song Qing Lan suddenly took off her hospital gown. She was not wearing anything under it …