After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

"understood."

The man looked lonely and picked up his chopsticks and reluctantly took a few bites.

But the delicious food tasted like wax in his mouth.

He put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.

"What are the chances of her waking up?"

Time was passing, and her life seemed to be passing too.

The longer she slept, the less likely she would wake up, and this feeling frightened him.

“Less than 10 percent.”

Jiang Jibai said it with difficulty.

He knew that this was a cruel and unacceptable thing for Chu Xing, but he was a doctor and he couldn't be lied to about such things.

Moreover, for patients undergoing surgery, the longer they are in a coma, the smaller the chance of waking up.

The man was silent for a while and walked out silently.

During visiting hours that evening, the man changed into protective clothing, disinfected himself, and walked into the intensive care unit.

Several patients who were sent in at the same time as her have already passed away. Some are no longer with us, while others have improved and have been transferred to general wards.

There are still a few patients left in the intensive care unit.

Song Mai was getting thinner and thinner. He could see her changes every day when he came. She was already slim, but now she was even thinner. There was not much flesh on her body.

It's like a layer of skin covering the bones, it's scary to look at.

Even with the quilt covering her, if you only looked at the quilt, you wouldn't be able to tell there was a person lying inside.

She was as thin as a piece of paper and seemed to be slowly withering away.

Her condition was clearly getting worse day by day, which made Chu Xing even more worried.

He held her hand, his eyes full of affection.

"Song Mai, can you please wake up soon? I'll take you home."

"Your wish has not yet been fulfilled. You still need to buy a small house of your own and live the life you want. Of course, I know you definitely don't want to settle in Zicheng anymore. Then go somewhere else, to Qingxi or Pingjiang. They are both beautiful places and you will definitely like them."

"Don't sleep anymore. You've been sleeping for a long time. I'm still waiting for you. Wake up when you've slept enough, okay?"

He spoke slowly, his voice soft and with an imperceptible tremor.

But the woman on the bed was still just lying there quietly, as if she would never wake up again, with no sign of life.

Song Mai felt very tired. Her whole body felt exhausted, as if she had had a very long dream.

She returned to her childhood, when Song's mother always gave the delicious and fun things to her brother, and what was left for her were often some old and broken things left over by others.

She felt it was very unfair, so she went to question Song's mother, but Song's mother picked up a stick and beat her all over her body, and said that she had become too independent and dared to talk back to her parents.

She endured the pain and cleaned the wound silently, but never asked why she was treated so unfairly since then.

She understood that some things were destined to be unfair from birth.

In a family that favors boys over girls, she demands equal treatment, which is the greatest stupidity.

From then on, she accepted whatever was given to her and endured everything silently.

Later, she was admitted to a key university with great difficulty, but her brother failed the college entrance examination due to poor grades. She excitedly shared the admission letter with her parents, but Song's father and mother threw the admission letter away with a gloomy look on their faces.

She picked up the notice with fear in her heart and looked at her parents helplessly.

But her parents yelled at her, and Song's mother even strangled her with a ferocious look.

The voice that insulted her was still ringing in her ears.

"You silly girl, your brother didn't pass the exam, but you did. You're showing off your admission letter everywhere. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! I'm telling you, I won't let you go!"

Song Mai held the admission letter in her hand, her face full of shock.

She asked in confusion: "Why? Am I not also your child?"

But Song's mother sneered:

"So what? Why do you, a girl, need to go to school? No matter how well you do in the exams or how much you study, it doesn't matter. You're going to marry into another family anyway. Why should I spend so much money to send you to school? You're a money-loser. Don't even think about asking me to pay for you to go to college!"

She looked pale, but her little face was full of stubbornness.

"How can I be a money-loser? I will also honor you when I go to college and make money. I can do what my brother can do, so why can he go to college but I can't?"

Father Song glared at her fiercely.

"Bah! You make money? How much money can you make? You talk nicely now, but when we really pay for you to go to college, you won't care about us. You are such a heartless person, don't even think about fooling us. Don't go to college. Find a factory job in a few days and make money quickly to pay back the money I spent on raising you for so many years!"

Song Mai couldn't understand it. She had been so obedient since she was a child. She took care of almost all the housework at home, tried not to spend money as much as possible, and not to cause trouble for the family. She always thought about the whole family when she had something good. How could she be such a heartless person?

She had never fought for anything, let alone made any demands. She had worked hard to get into university. God knows how much effort she had put in.

How could all her efforts go to waste just with one sentence from them?

No, she was unwilling to give up just like that.

"No, I'm going to college!"

She looked at Song's father and mother stubbornly, and her tone did not indicate that she was discussing with them, but that she had already made a decision.

She was going to college no matter what; this school was her dream.

If she really gave up, her life would be completely over.

Seeing her ferocious face, Song's mother picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it at her. The ashtray hit her forehead and red blood instantly flowed from her forehead.

The red water flowed before her eyes, but her heart did not waver at all.

"You little bitch, you don't listen to your parents anymore, right? I see you are becoming more and more opinionated. I'm telling you, don't even think about going to this school. I won't pay a cent for your tuition!"

Song Mai wiped the blood off his head.

"Well, if you don't want to pay, then don't. I don't want a penny from you, but I'm going to study here!"

Having said that, she ran out with the admission letter.

In order to prevent her parents from tearing up her admission letter like in the scenes on TV, she hid it at her best friend's house and went to work in a nearby factory the next day.

When Song's father and mother saw her go to work, they thought she had compromised, so they didn't say anything. Only Song Mai's brother Song Jincheng was sarcastic to her all day long and lost his temper with her at the slightest displeasure.

But Song Jincheng's grades were not good to begin with. He had the final say at home and was extremely arrogant at school. He relied on his parents' favor and got into trouble everywhere.