"I want to wait until she is okay."
The young man stood firmly on the spot, although his face was pale, and his narrow dark eyes were fixedly looking towards the emergency room.
There were almost no people in the hospital at night, and there was a chill in the white walls.
Song Zhize was about to be pissed off, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames.
"If you don't want something to happen to my sister, go and treat the wound quickly."
Almost roaring from his throat, Song Zhize's voice was low and depressed, and he looked at Nan Jingyuan His eyes were full of anger, and his hands were clenched tightly to avoid touching Nan Jingyuan's face.
Bai Ying didn't want to make Song Zhize even more angry, so he quickly winked at Shen Qi.
Shen Qi quickly stepped forward and took Nan Jingyuan to treat the wound.
"Be good, Aze."
He took a step forward, hugged Song Zhize into his arms, and kissed Song Zhize's lips that were trembling with anger.
Ever since he grew up, all his grievances have been suppressed in his heart. Bai Ying's hug seemed to make him feel supported.
His eyes were sore, and he buried his head in Bai Ying's arms.
Bai Ying hugged Song Zhize and noticed a wet feeling on his clothes, his eyes filled with distress.
Song Zhize’s tears made Bai Ying feel so distressed that he almost suffocated.
The treasure he held in his hands was so wronged.
He already wanted to kill Nan Jingyuan.
"Aze, dear, I'm here."
"Click"
The door of the operating room was opened.
"That is Song Zhaoning's family member."
At the doctor's words, Song Zhize quickly raised his head from Bai Ying's arms.
"I, I am her brother."
The doctor told Song Zhize seriously about Song Zhaoning's condition.
"The patient's body spasms are severe and he has fallen into a coma. Since we don't know what caused it, we can only relieve the symptoms or see an expert as soon as possible."
The doctor also shook his head helplessly.
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Song Zhize's eyes gradually dimmed, and he hated Nan Jingyuan even more in his heart.
"I love the way you walk alone, I love the way you don't kneel..."
The phone rang and I quickly picked it up.
"Song Zhize, what happened to your sister? You were kidnapped and you didn't tell me, how is my dear baby doing now?"
As soon as the phone was picked up, Song Zhize was slapped in the face by Song Qian. The sudden curse made Song Zhize feel even more anxious.
Song Zhize's face became increasingly ugly, and his lips pursed tightly.
"Aze..."
He looked at the depressed Song Zhize with distress.
Now he just wants to put his Aze in his arms and withstand all the wind and rain for him.
"It's okay."
He rubbed his eyebrows and hid all his emotions in his eyes.
After a long time, Song Zhaoning was pushed out. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his brows were still tightly closed even though he fell into a coma.
After Song Zhaoning was sent to the general ward, Song Qian and Yan Yunxin rushed to the hospital.
"Where is my sweet baby?"
He anxiously went to see Song Zhaoning's condition and ignored Song Zhize at all.
"How is Zhaozhao?"
After Nan Jingyuan was bandaged, he hurried to find Song Zhaoning, looking worried and distressed.
"Have your wounds been treated?"
Before Nan Jingyuan could enter, he was stopped by Song Zhize, who looked at him with an angry look in his eyes. .
"It's taken care of."
Nan Jingyuan knew that his wounds healed faster than others, and even the pain was half less than others.
"You'd better not lie to me, or you will regret it."
Song Zhize looked at Nan Jingyuan with a deep look.