After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

When Song Xi'er came out of the police station, she saw Shang Zhenglin waiting outside. There was a piece of gauze on the latter's forehead, and blood was faintly seeping through.

Not only that, but he was also in a very bad state of mind. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes from exhaustion. He hadn't shaved his beard and hadn't had a good rest. Song Xi'er almost didn't recognize him.

"Uncle Shang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Shang Zhenglin looked at her with concern: "Xier, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"Where's your mother?" Shang Zhenglin looked behind her.

"Mom, she should be out soon." Song Xi'er said, paused, and whispered: "Uncle Shang, I'm sorry."

Song Xier knew that she was impulsive this time, but she did not regret it.

If she is asked to compromise and apologize to Huang Mu and the other three, then who will apologize on her behalf for the bullying her mother suffered?

Song Xier knew that she shouldn't be so impulsive and regardless of the consequences, but she did it anyway.

"Silly boy, you're not wrong. It's them who are wrong. Why are you apologizing?" Shang Zhenglin said with a cold and angry look on his face: "They bully you like this. I will never let this matter go. .”

Song Xier pursed her lips and wanted to say something. Shang Zhenglin helped her onto the wheelchair first and pushed her out: "But leave these to me. You can't take any more trouble with your body. Go back to the hospital and lie down. I'll stay and wait." Your mother."

Song Xier wanted to say it was okay, but before she could say anything, she saw a car parked on the roadside.

The window was open and Shang Ji was sitting in the back seat. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked over.

Their eyes met, Song Xier's face was expressionless, but Shang Ji smiled with his lips curled up, then opened the car door and walked out.

"Second uncle." Shang Ji shouted to Shang Zhenglin, and then took Song Xier's wheelchair from Shang Zhenglin's hands naturally.

"Please send Xi'er to the hospital. Her waist will definitely not be able to bear the trouble today. When you get to the hospital, ask the doctor to take a good look at her." After saying that, he turned to Song Xi'er and told Song Xi'er: "Listen carefully to the doctor's words. , don’t get out of bed again, your mother is here with me, don’t worry.”

Shang Ji nodded: "Don't worry, uncle."

After the two of them finished speaking, without giving Song Xier a chance to speak, Shang Ji pushed the wheelchair towards the parked car.

Song Xi'er clenched the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands and looked at Shang Zhenglin who was still standing by. She refrained from speaking.

Yang Ming got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat. Just as Song Xier was about to stand up, Shang Ji suddenly stepped forward, bent down, put his arms around her back and calves, and lifted her up.

"You -" Song Xi'er looked at him with wide eyes in shock, turning her peripheral vision to Shang Zhenglin who was standing aside, but her words were stuck on her lips.

Song Xi'er's face was not very pretty, and it could even be said that there was a hint of panic.

She looked a little nervously at Shang Zhenglin, who had a normal smile on his face.

Seeing her looking over, Shang Zhenglin said, "Listen carefully to your brother."

"...Okay." Song Xi'er gritted her teeth and tightened her fingers on Shang Ji's clothes.

Yang Ming waited for Shang Ji to carry him into the car. He immediately stepped forward to fold Song Xier's wheelchair and put it in the trunk.

Shang Ji followed him into the car, and before closing the window, he said to Shang Zhenglin who was standing outside: "Don't worry, uncle, I promise to send you back to the hospital safely. Just take care of my second aunt with peace of mind."

The car left, the window was closed, and the smile on Shang Ji's face faded instantly.

Song Xier looked forward and clasped her hands tightly: "My cousin just put me down in front."

Shang Ji sat back on the chair with his eyes closed and said nothing.

There was silence in the car.

Song Xi'er leaned half of her body against the car door and didn't speak again after that sentence. Her hair hung down from her shoulders, covering her face.

A ringtone suddenly rang, it was Song Xier's cell phone.

Song Xier's body didn't move, she just raised her hand to touch the phone, and it took a while before she found it.

She didn't even look at the caller. When she answered the call, her finger accidentally touched the speakerphone. The next second, Xiao Jie's voice sounded in the car——

"Xi'er, I'm behind you. You ask your cousin to stop the car and I'll take you to the hospital, so I won't bother my cousin."

As soon as he finished speaking, two whistles sounded from behind him.

Yang Ming glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Xiao Jie's car following closely behind their car, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to overtake in front of them, but he didn't find the opportunity.

Shang Ji had opened his eyes but said nothing.

When Yang Ming saw this, he naturally pretended not to see it and did not stop.

"Xi'er? Did you hear what I said?" Xiao Jie pressed the horn twice more: "I'm right behind you. I'm the one honking the horn. Look back."

The sound from the external speaker was so loud that Song Xier was stunned for a moment. After she realized what she was doing, she wanted to turn it off, but before she could click on it, her phone slipped out of her hand and fell to her feet.

"Xi'er? Xi'er, why don't you speak?"

Xiao Jie's voice continued, but Song Xier remained silent.

Shang Ji raised his hand to pick up his cell phone. When he looked up, he saw Song Xier's face covered in cold sweat, and her hair was wet and stuck to her face.

She bit her lips tightly, her soft brows furrowed tightly, her eyes were half closed, and she didn't make any sound.

Shang Ji frowned fiercely, raised his hand and took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured a pill from it and fed it into Song Xi'er's mouth. At the same time, he took a bottle of water from the side and unscrewed it and fed it to Song Xi'er. of the mouth.

Just as he was gently lifting the bottle to give Song Xi'er water so that she could swallow the medicine, Song Xi'er had already spit out the medicine he had just fed.

She closed her eyes and lay limply on her back, her fair little face wrinkled up in pain.

Shang Ji's face was dark, and he directly raised his hand to hold Song Xi'er's chin and fed the medicine in again, but when he gave her water again, Song Xi'er vomited it out again.

This time, because Shang Ji pinched her jaw, she choked on the water and coughed uncontrollably when she spit out the medicine.

As a result, with this cough, every part of the body was affected like a puppet. The bones and muscles seemed to be torn apart by life. Song Xier almost fainted from the pain. She bit her lower lip tightly and bit out. Blood.

It was so painful that Song Xier didn't dare to cough, but the feeling of being choked by water was too uncomfortable.

Sweat mixed with tears on her face, making her entire face frighteningly white.

"Song Xi'er!" Shang Ji shouted in a deep voice, his voice filled with unconcealable anger: "What are you talking about? Take medicine!"

The pill that was spat out before had been dissolved in water, and Shang Ji poured another pill.

But before he could feed Song Xi'er this time, he heard her thin voice sounding intermittently: "I...I want to get off the car."