After I was released from prison, I had a flash marriage with a boss who was in a vegetative state

Just as Ji Qihuang was about to say something, a doctor hurried in and said loudly, "Director, there is a strange patient in our hospital. Go and take a look!"

Just as the dean was about to leave, he thought of Ji Qihuang, so he turned back and said, "Master Ji, there is a strange patient in the hospital, and I would like you to come with me to take a look..."

Ji Qihuang snorted: "What strange patient? Ordinary patients, please don't bother me. I'm not interested in seeing them!"

In Ji Qihuang's current position, he really has no interest in ordinary patients.

The doctor quickly said: "The patient is still alive, but has no pulse."

Ji Qihuang was a little interested: "Oh? That's quite interesting. Let's go and take a look."

Afterwards, Ji Qihuang hurried away with the doctor and the dean, and forgot what he had wanted to say.

After Ji Qihuang left, Mrs. Lu sat down beside Song Mingyi's bed, held her hand, looked at her pale face, and tears immediately fell.

"Ming Yi, if you are unhappy in your heart, just hit Shen Xing. As your husband, it is his fault if he makes you unhappy! There is only one thing, that is, no matter what, you can't be as stupid as you were today, do you understand? Mom is almost scared to death by you..."

Song Mingyi looked at Mrs. Lu, who looked like she had just survived a disaster, and said apologetically, "Mom, I know. It's my fault this time."

Mrs. Lu touched Song Mingyi's hair and said in a muffled voice, "Silly child, why are you apologizing? This is not your fault...Okay, you should have a good rest. I will take the two children back first, and we will come to see you tomorrow."

With that, Mrs. Lu left with her two reluctant children.

Lu Shenxing was the only one left in the room.

Obviously, both of them had a lot to say, but now they looked at each other and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I……"

Song Mingyi and Lu Shenxing spoke at the same time.

"you……"

The two people spoke in unison again.

Song Mingyi couldn't help but laugh and said, "You speak first."

Lu Shenxing looked at Song Mingyi's face and said, "Mingyi, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I made you suffer. It's my fault that I didn't protect you well."

Song Mingyi shook her head and said, "Mom has already said this, so you don't need to repeat it again, unless you do it on purpose to make me feel sorry for you."

Lu Shenxing said: "You have seen through me. I just want you to feel sorry for me. Only if you engrave this feeling of feeling sorry for me in your heart, you will not act recklessly in the future."

"Okay, I promise you," Song Mingyi kissed the corner of Lu Shenxing's lips, and then touched his chest wrapped in gauze with her fingertips with heartache: "It hurt just now, right?"

"It hurts, but it's nothing compared to losing you." Lu Shenxing's fingers were intertwined with Song Mingyi's. He said, "Mingyi, do you know? On the way to invite the master, I even arranged my own funeral arrangements."

"Lu Shenxing, you..."

Lu Shenxing blocked Song Mingyi's lips to prevent her from continuing.

He said, "I know what you want to say, but you don't have to persuade me. Because you know you can't persuade me, and you also know that I am not an irresponsible person, so whether it is mother or the two children, I will make good arrangements, but I can't take care of other things."

"Fortunately, God had mercy on me and allowed me to meet my master and successfully rescue you. Mingyi, I have never considered myself a lucky person, but now, I feel that I am really God's favorite. Otherwise, how could I be so lucky to hug you again."

After hearing what Lu Shenxing said, Song Mingyi felt more bitter and guilty.

She didn't say anything, but just hugged Lu Shenxing tightly, using this hug to tell him that she was still there.

Lu Shenxing did not go home that night and slept in the same bed with Song Mingyi.

He woke up several times that night. Each time he had to confirm several times that Song Mingyi was lying in his arms, sleeping quietly, and the fear in his heart would dissipate little by little.

The next day, Mu Xiaowan came early in the morning.

Seeing Song Mingyi, Mu Xiaowan immediately rushed over, slapped Song Mingyi on the hand, and said angrily: "You damn girl, are you going to scare me to death!"

Mu Xiaowan had participated in two days and one night of performing arts training. After the course ended, she went to the hospital to see Song Mingyi immediately. Only then did she know that Song Mingyi had snatched his life back from the hands of death yesterday.

Song Mingyi said pitifully: "Good Xiaowan, I know I was wrong. I didn't mean it. They have already taught me a lesson. Please stop scolding me..."

Mu Xiaowan said unhappily: "You deserve to be scolded! You deserve to be scolded properly!"

Her tone was fierce, but her eyes were full of heartache. She held Song Mingyi's hand tightly, and looked like she wished she could take his place.

"I'm fine now, Xiao Wan, don't worry, I won't punish myself with other people's mistakes anymore."

"I hope you can keep your word," Mu Xiaowan sighed and said, "Do you know that when I came to the hospital just now, I saw my uncle crying."

Song Mingyi was startled: "What did you say? My uncle is crying?"

"Isn't it incredible? I didn't expect that my uncle, such a strong man, would actually cry. Asen told me that he has been with Qi Ye for so many years, and this is the first time he has cried, except for the time when he received the news of your mother's death. You are really wrong this time! You have scared too many people who care about you."

"I……"

Song Mingyi was about to say something when Mu Xiaowan stopped her. She said, "You don't have to blame yourself. I know you feel bad too."

She and Song Mingyi are best friends, and as her friend, she knows best the pain and fear in Song Mingyi's heart.

Ming Yi had already lost two of her children, and then lost another, three times in a row. This kind of pain would be heart-wrenching for anyone.

But what happened has already happened, and we can’t let Song Mingyi fall into self-blame and lose her life.

Not only will it be of no help, it will also make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy.

Song Mingyi knew what Mu Xiaowan meant. She took Mu Xiaowan's hand and said, "Don't worry. I promise I won't do this again."

"But..." Song Mingyi changed the subject and said, "When did you become so familiar with my uncle?"

Song Mingyi looked at Mu Xiaowan with gossipy eyes: "You and my uncle are not..."

"What is it?" Mu Xiaowan looked at Song Mingyi's ambiguous eyes, interrupted her, glared at her, and said, "What are you thinking about all day long? Don't you see how big the gap is between me and your uncle!"

"That's right." Song Mingyi was very convinced: "You are 22 years younger than my uncle!"

Her uncle and her mother are twins, a boy and a girl, from the same mother. In other words, if her uncle had married earlier, his children would be the same age as Mu Xiaowan now.

Song Mingyi said regretfully: "My uncle is a little old."