Chapter 393 Contract Expiration (1)

Song Qingchun felt that she had had a long, long dream. When she woke up, she looked at the snow-white ceiling and had the illusion that she was in another world.

The world around him was quiet, and occasionally a few light footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

Song Qingchun's mind went blank. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly moved his eyes, slowly turned his head and looked out the window.

The weather was perfect. There was not a single cloud in the blue sky. It was the midday sun, hanging high in the sky, bright and bright.

The windows were slightly open, and the warm spring breeze, mixed with the fragrance of the first blooming jasmine flowers, blew the curtains gently.

Such good weather made people feel inexplicably relaxed. Song Qingchun curved the corners of her lips, her eyes continued to drift to the side, and then she saw the infusion bottle hanging beside the bed, with the slowly dripping liquid , Song Qingchun saw the needle sticking into the back of his left hand.

Why is she getting an infusion? are you sick?

Song Qingchun raised her right hand and wanted to touch her head, but found that her hand was being held tightly. She frowned and looked over subconsciously, and then saw Song Menghua lying next to the bed. raised his head.

Song Menghua stared at her for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, making sure that her eyes were moving according to the movement of his hand. He immediately shouted excitedly outside: "Wake up, wake up... "

Then the person quickly stood up, took the phone next to him, and dialed.

Then the bathroom door was opened, and Fang Rou ran out with wet hands. Seeing Song Qingchun who opened her eyes, she immediately smiled and said, "Qingchun, you are finally awake. Do you know that you have been sleeping for three days and four?" It’s too late, it almost scared me and dad to death!”

Three days and four nights? Has she slept for so long?

Song Qingchun, who had just woken up from a long sleep, reacted a little slowly. Before she could figure out what was going on, she saw many people wearing white mandarin jackets walking in.

Those people, both men and women, gathered around her, taking her blood pressure, listening to her heartbeat, and some even opened her eyelids to look at her.

After about half an hour, those people dispersed, and Song Qingchun's breathing became smoother. Then she saw a taller man, took off his mask, and asked her: "Do you remember your name?" What’s the name?”

Song Qingchun frowned. The doctor didn't look like he was joking with him. He was silent for a moment and replied, "Song Qingchun."

"Then who is he? Do you know him?" The doctor turned around and pointed at Song Menghua, who was being supported by Fang Rou.

Song Qingchun moved her lips: "My dad."

"What about this one?" The doctor pointed at Fang Rou instead.

"Sister-in-law."

After Song Qingchun finished answering, the doctor turned his head with a smile and said to Song Menghua and Fang Rou: "Ms. Song is fine. There is no congestion in the brain, and there is no amnesia. It may be the injury to the head at that time. The impact was too big and I fainted. I slept for a long time. I still have a slight concussion. As long as I get a good rest, I will recover soon."

The impact on my head was too big...

Following the doctor's words, Song Qingchun's somewhat blank mind quickly flashed through the scene of him being grabbed by the head and crashing into a car.

She frowned, and then the bloody and violent images of that night popped into her mind one after another.