To save the music festival, winning the championship is not too much.

In fact, before this, Xu Xuan had looked for Song Ji's attending physician.

However, the condition is not optimistic. From the sound of it, it seems that Song Ji can't make it through this.

According to current medical technology, heart disease can actually be cured, but Song Ji had heart problems when he was in his thirties.

Nowadays, it is not an outbreak, but a recurrence.

Looking at the thin Song Jia, Xu Xuan couldn't help but walk forward and hold her hands.

"Sister, don't worry, Master will be fine."

Song Jia raised her head, tears hanging on her eyelashes. She looked up at Xu Xuan's heroic face, and her eyes couldn't help but fill with tears.

She really couldn't bear Xu Xuan's embrace, so she threw herself into his arms and sobbed softly.

Xu Xuan patted her back and spoke gentle words of comfort.

But we are all adults and naturally know that some things cannot be forced. Song Ji's condition is almost incurable, and even surgery cannot be performed. Song Jia certainly knows what this means.

To put it bluntly, Song Jia’s only real relative is Song Ji.

Xia Wanqiu has not returned to China yet.

Last time, because Xia Wanqiu committed suicide, Song Jia broke off relations with them.

But at this moment, Xia Wanqiu would definitely return to China, even if it was just to win back Song Jia's opinion of her.

"Don't worry...just sleep next to me for a while." Xu Xuan put his arm around her thin shoulders.

Song Jia nodded, sat on the chair, and slowly wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Xu Xuan was really worried about her current condition, and Wang Zitong was not around.

"Dad asked you to go in, go ahead, I'm fine." Song Jia's voice was soft and a little helpless.

There was a slight blush on her pale cheeks, and it was unclear whether it was due to the heat or the crying just now.

Xu Xuan held her shoulders and let her lie on the chair.

The chairs had already been covered with quilts and other things.

Actually, Song Ji's identity can be transferred to the VIP monitoring room, but there are too many big guys in Kyoto, and the hospital is also adjusting the room. Song Ji will probably be transferred to the VIP intensive care unit in the second half of the night. By that time, the people serving him will have a bed to sleep on.

Just as he thought of this, the hospital staff told Xu Xuan that a room had been vacated for the VIP intensive care unit and Song Ji would be transferred there soon, so they asked Xu Xuan and Song Jia to clean up the room.

After the two of them arrived at the independent room, they first tidied up the bed and then let Song Jia sit on it.

Xu Xuan squatted on the ground, took her hands and placed them on her knees, looked up at Song Jia and said, "Sister, if you fall down at this time, then Master will not be able to rest and recuperate."

Song Jia understood, but how could she sleep at this time?

After a while, Xu Xuan went to the general intensive care unit to see Song Ji.

Even if we need to move the ward, it will not be done in a short time, as many machines need to be moved.

Wearing the protective suit provided by the hospital, Xu Xuan walked into the intensive care unit. Seeing the beds around him and the medical staff walking back and forth, Xu Xuan could also feel the heaviness of life.

After walking through the huge intensive care unit, Xu Xuan actually saw a film crew. Isn’t that a bit far-fetched?

Because everyone was wearing masks and protective clothing, Xu Xuan didn't know who the director was.

The nurse who led the way quickly explained, "They are here to film a movie. They are only allowed in in the second half of the night, and they are not allowed to make any noise, so as not to disturb the patients."

Xu Xuan curled his lips. This is the intensive care unit, and they actually let the crew in.

Are all hospitals open like this now?

However, this crew did not disturb the rest of the people around them.

They made gestures and communicated on WeChat, but as expected, no sound was made.

Xu Xuan is quite strange.

It’s not like Xu Xuan hasn’t filmed scenes like the intensive care unit before.

But more often than not, Xu Xuan would build an intensive care unit room in the studio, which would make filming more convenient.

However, filming in a real hospital is still more realistic than shooting in a studio.

But it still feels uncomfortable.

Under the guidance of the nurse, Xu Xuan came to Song Ji.

At this time, Song Ji's vital signs were still normal, but at first glance, he looked much older.

As far as I can remember, Song Ji is just 60 years old this year. How come his condition is so serious?

"Master..." Xu Xuan called softly.

Song Ji slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Xu Xuan, and then forced a smile: "Don't worry, this is an old problem..."

His voice sounded a little labored, so Xu Xuan held his hand.

Because of his heart, Song Ji's hands were also very cold.

"Xiao Xuan..." Song Ji said with difficulty: "Master may not be able to hold on..."

Xu Xuan was about to say something to encourage him, but Song Ji shook his head: "No need to say anything, just listen to me."

Xu Xuan nodded.

"I haven't taught you anything over the years. Have you been exercising recently?"

Xu Xuan's face felt a little hot when he heard this.

In the past two years, due to the tight schedule, Xu Xuan has not warmed up his voice in the morning for a long time. Similarly, he has not continued to practice some opera movements.

But in fact, everyone knows that Xu Xuan's apprenticeship was just a coincidence.

Xu Xuan is also working hard to pass on traditional culture. Some opera songs and "Farewell My Concubine" are the best proof of this.

"Master doesn't blame you." Song Ji smiled and shook his head: "But, I'm leaving, your senior sister..."

Having said this, Song Ji suddenly lost the motivation to continue speaking, and his breathing began to quicken.

Xu Xuan quickly said: "Master, please don't talk for now, calm down..."

After a long while, Song Ji said again: "Have you ever thought about your future?"

Xu Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he was a little surprised.

Because the questions Song Ji asked were quite stimulating.

What he meant was that in the future, when the collective reaches today's scale, many people have already started to think about it.

To put it bluntly, people cannot be without self-knowledge. No matter in which world you are, when you have enough money, it becomes a crime to possess a treasure!

Therefore, this is probably the only thing Song Ji is worried about.

Xu Xuan thought for a while and felt that it was time to tell Song Ji the truth.

"Actually, I thought about this question when I debuted." Xu Xuan told the truth.

Song Ji's eyes, which were originally narrowed, widened slightly, as if he felt that what Xu Xuan said was a bit too much.

But in fact, as a time traveler, you must think about more things than ordinary people.

Because at the beginning of his debut, Xu Xuan knew that he would definitely succeed and become wealthy.

It's understandable to have some wild thoughts.

Song Ji smiled: "Is that so..."

"Then...what do you think?"

Xu Xuan looked around and moved closer to Song Ji: "Actually..."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt Song Ji's hands were very strong.