Substitute for the little ancestor

Qin Hailan's scheduled flight is at five o'clock in the morning.

At two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, the house was silent.

Qin Hailan got up stealthily and walked slowly step by step, for fear of waking Sikong Zhen up.

She picked up the pre-packed luggage and went downstairs carefully.

Fortunately, the servant was still sleeping at this point.

Qin Hailan covered her entire face with the scarf and mask and went out.

The sky is gradually turning white, and the thick black sky is covered with mist, like a layer of silver-gray tulle.

The tail of autumn is gradually entering winter.

Qin Hailan rubbed her hands and let out a breath.

It was almost four o'clock when the first empty taxi passed her.

Qin Hailan hastily closed the car door: "Master, go to the international airport."

The way she was dressed made the driver take a second look. He felt that this person was curious from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't ask too much.

There is no traffic jam at this point, and the car travels very fast.

No attention was paid to which road their car was being followed.

The driver swallowed, and he kept looking at the rearview mirror.

At first there was only one car following, but slowly two or three followed.

It seems that they want to block their car.

The driver felt timid. He looked in the rearview mirror: "Ma'am, I still have something to do. I can't get this order today. I'll stop in front and you can take a taxi again."

From the beginning, I felt that pulling this passenger was a bit weird.

He stepped on the brake slowly.

However, Qin Hailan also saw black vehicles following on both sides of the road.

She grabbed the driver's shoulder from the side: "master, you can't stop master."

But the driver didn't want to risk his life to save a stranger.

After all, he still has his own family.

Seeing that the driver was still stepping on the brakes, Qin Hailan's bad premonition rose sharply, and she held the driver's arm tightly.

The car is coming to a slow stop.

"Master, you have to save me, you have to save me!"

In desperation, Qin Hailan had a dispute with the driver.

The viaduct was ahead, and the driver panicked.

He shook off Qin Hailan's hand and yelled at her, "Are you crazy!?"

But it was this moment of distraction that directly hit the oncoming car.

There was only a loud bang, and there were sparks in front of my eyes.

Her body began to go numb, as if someone had poured water on top of her head and something wet slid down her cheeks, Qin Hailan completely lost consciousness.

Soon the scene of the incident was surrounded by police with red lines.

Many reporters came to interview.

The picture on the live broadcast video was too bloody.

Ruan Tong hugged his phone and curled up on the sofa and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"At present, a major traffic accident occurred in our city, resulting in one death on the spot and two serious injuries."

It was clearly reported in black above that it was because a taxi suddenly accelerated and changed its track, resulting in a head-on collision with the car in front and being rear-ended by a bus behind.

The taxi driver was seriously injured, his whole body was caught in the seat, and he died almost instantly.

In the intensive care unit, Qin Hailan was lying on the hospital bed, and the ECG monitor on the side was almost in a parallel state.

"Take the tweezers."

The attending doctor is struggling to rescue Qin Hailan.

A piece of car debris pierced Qin Hailan's chest, only two centimeters away from his heart.

Her breathing was extremely weak, during which time the doctor went out and issued a critical illness notice to Sikong Zhen who was guarding the door.

"The patient's injuries are serious, and the family members must be psychologically prepared."

Si Chenmo arrived not long after.

In the corridor, Sikong Zhen's expression was heavy, and those few conspicuous white hairs seemed to have grown out of nowhere.

He walked in slowly, looking at the glowing red letters in the intensive care unit, his heart became more peaceful.

"Aunt Qin, there was a car accident."

"I know."

Si Chenmo replied calmly, and he responded to Sikong Zhen's puzzled eyes: "It will be on the news right away."

Sikong Zhen lowered his head, his eyes were red.

"Then have you ever thought about why she got into a car accident?"

Sikong Zhen raised his head and said after a moment of silence: "It seems that the driver changed course."

Si Chenmo sneered.

He put his hands in his pockets, and stood straight in front of the door of the ward. The corners of Si Chenmo's mouth were slightly raised, and there was no sadness or fear on his face, more like a hint of sarcasm.It is in contrast to this ICU, which itself is full of dull and sad atmosphere.

He said: "It seems that you haven't thought about why she ran out of Si's house in a hurry at five o'clock before dawn, and then took a taxi and went straight to the airport."

Sikong Zhen was stunned, obviously he didn't have time to think about this question.

Si Chenmo turned around and took two steps forward. With his back to Sikong Zhen, he only said coldly: "I will never believe that your love for my mother is all fabricated."

Sikong Zhen had an affair, before Si Chenmo's mother died.

For a moment, it seemed that no one here was forgiven, and the doctors and nurses who saved Qin Hailan turned into accomplices at this moment.

The attending doctor ran out of the emergency room excitedly, his hands were stained with blood, mixed with the sweat dripping from his forehead, and excitedly said to Sikong Zhen: "The patient's pulse is showing signs!"

On average, car accidents happen every second in the world. Qin Hailan's accident was replaced by a new highlight after several hours of fermentation.

I don't know when Si Chenmo came back, but Ruan Tong was fascinated by the computer.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head to find Si Chenmo standing at the entrance.

He took off his coat and straightened his collar. The trace of fatigue climbed up his eyebrows and eyes again.

Ruan Tong closed the computer, trotted over and hugged him.

Unlike usual, Si Chenmo was a little haggard today, Ruan Tong raised his hand and touched his face with distressed eyes: "Are you tired?"

Si Chenmo held Ruan Tong's hand and squeezed out a smile: "I'm not tired."

"I'm going to make you a pot of tea again."

Si Chenmo was sitting on the sofa, and Ruan Tong's phone screen lit up.

Thinking of today's car accident, Ruan Tong asked one more question: "That accident,"

"Well, I read it."

Si Chenmo took the cup of tea and was about to finish it, his expression was relieved.

Ruan Tong sat next to him and filled the empty cup for him.

"How is she now?"

Si Chenmo didn't answer.

He just hugged Ruan Tong tightly after drinking the tea, put his chin on her shoulder and closed his eyes lightly without saying a word.

Probably because there was something bothering him, Ruan Tong patted him on the back slowly to give him a little relaxation.

"Tongtong, promise me, don't abandon me."

His voice was soft and imploring.

Sounds extremely fragile.

Ruan Tong's heart softened at the moment, and he wanted to push him away to ask clearly, and the person who was holding her deepened his embrace.

"How could I abandon it? It's too late for me to love you."

Ruan Tong responded softly.

Si Chenmo rubbed against Ruan Tong's neck.

For a moment, he was like an insecure child.

Ruan Tong laughed at him: "You have been comforting me all day, telling me not to worry or be afraid, but now we are the opposite."