Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Because the date with Song Yan was cancelled, Xia Lin had a whole day, so she sat in the library with her laptop for a whole day.

After proofreading all the course papers at hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he found that night had fallen silently.

He put away his laptop, went to the cafeteria to eat something, and then walked towards the dormitory.

Along the way, he kept looking at his watch—Song Yan said that he would call him after the meeting, but it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and their meeting was not over yet?Or has Song Yan already forgotten what he promised him?

At this time, the phone rang, and Xia Lin picked it up reflexively: "Song Yan?"

"Uh, is it Er Shao Xia?"

Xia Lin frowned, the caller showed Song Yan's number, but it was obviously not Song Yan himself.He must have made some preparations for calling himself Second Young Master Xia immediately after hearing him speak.

"I am. Who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Young Master Song's personal assistant—our young master fainted suddenly this evening and has been sent to the hospital for treatment. He kept calling your name when he was unconscious. I think the nearest contact on his phone is you , so I took the liberty of calling you."

Xia Lin was taken aback and asked, "How is he doing now?"

"I heard from the doctor that the fainting was caused by excessive fatigue, and he will be fine after a few days of recuperation, but because the young master knocked his head when he fainted, it seems to have a slight concussion, so he has not woken up."

Xia Lin lost her composure: "Which hospital is he in? Tell me the address. I'll go there now."

"Okay, I'll email you the specific address in a while," the assistant said politely, "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Xia Lin called the class teacher to ask for leave, and took the train to D City that night.It was almost midnight when he arrived at the hospital.

Song Yan lived in the most upscale VP ward of the hospital, and his assistant was still guarding the door. When he saw Xia Lin, he hurried up to greet him: "Second Young Master Xia, you are finally here."

Xia Lin looked at the ward and asked, "How is he doing now?"

"I woke up once in the middle, and the situation is not very good."

"how?"

"It seems that there is something wrong with self-cognition, and the spirit is not normal. The doctor said that it may be caused by a concussion, and it needs to be observed for a few more days. But the young master has been very emotional, and the doctor gave him a sedative. He has been asleep for several hours after that and doesn't know when he will wake up."

Xia Lin's heart was clenched badly, but he forced himself to remain calm, patted his assistant on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest first, I'm here."

The assistant thanked him gratefully, and said in a rambling manner: "Young Master, he is so tired. He just came back from City B and had a whole day's meeting. He collapsed as soon as he left the meeting room, Master. He is not in the country, and he said it will be a while before he can come back. Besides me, there is no one close to the young master. Fortunately, there is the second young master Xia. When I heard that you are the young master, I feel more at ease. Really Thank you so much!"

Xia Lin thought to himself that Song Yan would be tossed like this, and he could not shirk his responsibility, so he comforted his assistant a few words and let him leave.

There are two nurses in the V|P ward, but Song Yan is still drowsy at the moment, they have nothing to do, they are all hiding in the outside room and dozing off.

Xia Lin pushed open the door of the ward, and saw Song Yan lying motionless on the bed with a bandage on his forehead, his face was very pale.

He sat down beside the hospital bed, and gently held Song Yan's hand, feeling so distressed that he couldn't restrain himself.

More than ten hours ago, this person was still talking to him on the phone, telling him to wait for him to go back, but now, he is lying in the hospital and his personnel are unknown.

"Song Yan," he leaned over and whispered in Song Yan's ear, "I'm here, Song Yan, can you hear me? Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

As if sensing something, Song Yan's fingers moved slightly.

Xia Lin was overjoyed, and said persistently, "Song Yan, I'm Xia Lin, if you can hear me, please open your eyes, okay?"

Song Yan's breathing began to become rapid, his brows were furrowed, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were spinning rapidly, as if he was struggling hard in a dream, and also seemed to be enduring great pain.

Suddenly, Song Yan sat up abruptly, staring straight ahead in a daze as if his eyes were filled with blood, sweating profusely all over his body, panting heavily like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, Xia Lin was startled by his appearance, and tried Called out: "Song Yan?"

Song Yan was startled, turned his head, and looked at him in disbelief: "Xia Lin, are you... still alive?"

Hearing his words, Xia Lin was stunned for a moment, thinking of a certain possibility, immediately took a step back, his face turned pale.

Song Yan didn't wait for him to react, and then hugged his head in pain, muttering to himself: "No, of course you are not dead, why would I think you are dead, how could I just watch you die."