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Qi Yue's expression was like the surface of a condensed lake, unmoving. After a long time, he asked softly: "It's not because of anything else, it's just because you fell in love with him, right?"

"Yes."

Qin Taoyao didn't hesitate at all, and his tone was full of determination.

Qi Yue's disappointment was obvious.

He thought he still had a slight chance.

Unexpectedly, Qin Taoyao fell in love with Song Yuhan so much.

If I had known that things were going to be difficult now, why not have I bravely confessed to Qin Taoyao and strive to be with her? Wouldn't it be the same as today?

The person who can get this love should be himself.

"Hug, sorry."

Qi Yue's reason suddenly returned. He felt that there would never be a more rational time, "I was too abrupt."

What does it matter if he rushes over so eagerly?

Playing a savior, he really underestimated Song Yuhan.

"It's okay, I'm still grateful to you."

Qin Taoyao waved her hand, "We will be careful, and you...have to be careful too."

Qi Yue smiled bitterly. In fact, there was nothing to be careful about. It was just a life filled with pain.

"Then I'll go back... I hope you won't need me one day."

Qi Yue was a little lost. He said he wanted to go back, but in fact he didn't know where to go.

Why would this happen to him?

Qin Taoyao looked at his retreating back, hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh.

Another person appeared beside her, raised her wrist, and wiped it gently with a soft handkerchief over and over again.

Song Yuhan asked: "What are you still thinking about?"

God knows how much strength he had just used to resist the urge to rush up and push Qi Yue away.

"I was thinking-" Qin Taoyao pursed her lips, "If the Bai family really has Yun Ruotan's support, are you 100% sure of taking care of the Bai family?"

Although Song Yuhan didn't care about anything about the Xiang family.

But we can't watch the fruits of Xiang Feng's hard work for most of his life being easily enjoyed by others.

It is destined to be stirred into this muddy water, and no one can escape.

"I can't say I'm 100 percent sure."

Song Yuhan pressed her against his chest, and above her head was the man's heavy breathing, "But don't worry, I won't let others do anything to you."

"Don't even think that you can leave me easily."

Song Yuhan hugged her a little tighter.

Maybe he was selfish, he didn't want Qin Taoyao to laugh around others.

Qin Taoyao smiled and hugged him, "Okay, how could I leave you?"

With the character she has developed, she can't do anything like abandon others, right?

Song Yuhan's face looked slightly better.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

When he took it out, he found that it was the butler next to Song Zhenghe who had beaten him.

The man frowned, what else is going on with the Song family?

After a moment of pause, Song Yuhan still picked up the call.

"Hello? What's going on?"

His coldness and alienation did not reach the ears of the horrified person on the opposite side, who whispered: "Mr. Song...Mr. Song...can you come to the hospital in the city center?"

"Something happened! Something big happened!"

Qin Taoyao also heard the noise coming from the microphone and looked at Song Yuhan.

"In the end what happened?"

"Master...Master may be dying...there was a car accident! Mr. Song, as my son, you'd better come to the hospital as soon as possible!"

After saying this, the doctor asked again, "Who are the family members of the injured?" and the call was hung up with a beep.

"Car accident?"

Qin Taoyao pondered and suddenly remembered the news report he saw this morning.

It seemed like there was a big car accident on one of the main roads.

Could it be that... it was Song Zhenghe who met him?

"Go and have a look." Qin Taoyao said.

If Song Zhenghe is really so unlucky, Song Yuhan will indeed show up once.

However, the two people who arrived at the hospital were still too optimistic about the situation.

The hospital was in a mess everywhere, with crying family members and busy doctors. The turbid smell of blood floated in the air, almost making me sick.

It seemed like a lot of people were involved.

"Mr. Song! You are here!"

The man walking through the crowd stood out and was immediately targeted by the Song family.

A group of people flocked to Song Yuhan like a honeycomb, chattering away.

"What should we do now? Yu Han, we all rely on you to make the decision."

"If brother really can't hold on anymore, Yu Han, you still have to take care of the family affairs, right?"

"Bah! The person is not dead yet! Do you think of such a long-term thing?"

It's called caring, but it's actually fighting openly and secretly.

What everyone cares about is their own interests.

Song Yuhan's eyes flashed across the various masked faces, and finally he asked the butler following Song Zhenghe, "What is going on?"

"I, I don't know..."

The housekeeper trembled and said, "The driver and the assistant in the passenger seat died on the spot. No one knows what happened."

The car seemed to have crashed out of control, causing a series of rear-end collisions on a not-so-slow road.

Song Zhenghe can still breathe, which is considered a good fortune.

"I don't know how long we will need to be rescued... The doctor only told us to be mentally prepared, and the critical illness notice was signed."

The situation is indeed not optimistic.

After almost a day and night of resuscitation, Song Zhenghe was reluctantly sent to intensive care.

The person on the hospital bed was almost entangled with the threads of various machines. Song Yuhan's eyes moved from inside to outside, to the doctor's face, "How serious is he injured?"

"Everything else is fine. The main problem is that Mr. Song's kidney... must have been squeezed to pieces."

Song Zhenghe's kidney condition was very average, but he was unlucky to have injured such an important internal organ.

"Need a transplant?"

"Yes." The doctor said, "The hospital is already contacting us for matching, but body donation in China is also limited..."

"As a direct blood relative of the patient, Mr. Song can also consider removing the unsuitable shape?"

The doctor probably understood the grievances and grievances of the Song family, "Of course, blood relatives are not guaranteed to be matched, but the sooner the better, for the patient, the postoperative recovery can also be more effective."

When doctors save lives and heal the wounded, they naturally have to consider the patients first.

However, the right to consent ultimately lies with Song Yuhan.

A group of people from the Song family stared at Song Yuhan.

Can Song Yuhan agree?

No one dared to say, no one even dared to ask.

Their life and death were in his hands at this moment.

Qin Taoyao lowered her eyes slightly. Although Song Zhenghe was Song Yuhan's father, she could only remain silent when she thought of the past events.

No matter what decision Song Yuhan made, she would support it.

"When can the matching be arranged?"

Hearing this, it was obvious that someone breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As long as Song Yuhan agrees, he will be more than half successful.