Song Yan Ning nodded, checked Song Yanxue’s condition, and put an elixir into her mouth.
"Xiao Ning, Xiao Xue won’t be in danger, right?" Seeing Song Yan Ning feed Song Yanxue the elixir, Song Yanli was somewhat happy. When she had called Xiao Ning just before, she actually hadn’t held much hope. Given how Xiao Xue had treated Xiao Ning before, it would have been understandable if Xiao Ning hadn’t helped her. She wouldn’t have blamed Xiao Ning.
"Her life is saved, but she has suffered a severe head injury which may have consequences," Song Yan Ning heard the ambulance arriving and stood up. Saving Song Yanxue’s life was already doing the utmost, and what she would become afterwards had nothing to do with her.
Song Yanli sighed with relief, "As long as her life is saved, that’s good enough." She had just felt Xiao Xue’s breathing weaken and thought she was about to die.
Soon, the doctors and nurses lifted Song Yanxue onto the ambulance.
"Who among you is a family member of the patient?" a nurse asked.
"I am," Song Yanli quickly responded, "Xiao Ning, are you coming to the hospital with me?"
Song Yan Ning shook her head. Naturally, she wouldn’t follow; Song Yanxue hated her, and she reciprocated that hate.
"I’ll go then," Song Yanli turned and walked toward the ambulance.
Yang Xin’er hummed a song as she inserted a rose into the vase, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction.
Hearing her phone ring on the table, Yang Xin’er picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and then picked up another violet to put in the vase.
"Mom, Xiao Xue has had a car accident and is now in the hospital."
"What?!" Yang Xin’er was startled, dropping her phone. She hurriedly scrambled to pick it up but accidentally knocked over the vase on the table, scattering flowers everywhere.
Yang Xin’er now had no mood to care about these matters, "How is Xiao Xue now?"
"Xiao Ning gave Xiao Xue a pill that saved her life, but the doctors say that since she landed on her head, she might develop complications."
"Which hospital? I’m coming right now," Yang Xin’er asked anxiously.
Yang Xin’er put down her phone and rushed out, simultaneously dialing Yufeng’s number to inform him of the situation.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Yang Xin’er immediately headed for the ward.
Pushing open the ward door, she saw Song Yanxue lying in bed with her head wrapped in thick bandages, still unconscious.
"Yanli, what did the doctor say?" Yang Xin’er approached Song Yanli.
"The doctor said we’ll only know when Xiao Xue wakes up, but the prognosis might not be optimistic," Song Yanli relayed the doctor’s words exactly to Yang Xin’er.
"How could Xiao Xue have a car accident just like that?" Yang Xin’er took Song Yanxue’s hand, her eyes filled with distress.
"Xiao Xue plotted against Xiao Ning and Brother Yushen, and after being exposed, she ran out; that’s when I saw her get hit by a car," Song Yanli answered truthfully.
Yang Xin’er shook her head, "Xiao Xue is just stubborn, she’s been for many years, still unable to let go of Xiao Shen." She knew Xiao Xue’s thoughts better than anyone. Even though Xiao Xue brought Lu Tingxuan back to the Song Family, there was no intimate boyfriend-girlfriend dynamics, not even eye contact.
Song Yanli nodded in agreement, "I hope Xiao Xue can let go this time." The relationship between Brother Yushen and Xiao Ning was one that no one could intervene in; if Xiao Xue remained obsessed, she would surely be the one to get hurt.
"Don’t argue," Song Yanxue opened her eyes and looked at Song Yanli and Yang Xin’er.
"How are you feeling now?" Yang Xin’er asked excitedly when she saw Song Yanxue waking up.
"Shh! You’re disturbing my sleep," Song Yanxue put a finger to her lips and gave a silly smile while looking at Yang Xin’er and Song Yanli.
"Xiao Xue, what’s wrong with you?" Seeing Song Yanxue , Yang Xin’er immediately had a bad feeling.
"I’ll go call the Doctor." Song Yanli also noticed something was off with Song Yanxue and quickly ran out.
Soon, the Doctor arrived at the ward. After an examination, he looked at Yang Xin’er and Song Yanli, "Because the patient’s head was hit severely, there is a hematoma in the brain which has affected her cognitive abilities."
Yang Xin’er felt darkness looming over her, almost fainting, "Is there a possibility of recovery?"
The Doctor shook his head, "It’s hard to say, it depends on the patient’s luck."
Yang Xin’er nodded weakly.
Yufeng entered the ward, glanced at Song Yanxue who was now asleep, and approached Yang Xin’er, who was in tears, "How is Xiao Xue?" He had rushed here right after a meeting upon receiving Xin’er’s phone call.
"The Doctor said Xiao Xue’s head trauma has impacted her cognitive functions," Yang Xin’er said as tears rolled down uncontrollably. Xiao Xue was her most beloved daughter and was very close to her; how could she not be heartbroken seeing her ?
Yufeng frowned and looked at Song Yanxue on the bed, "Have you called Xiao Ning? With her medical skills, she should be able to cure Xiao Xue."
"Xiao Li said Xiao Xue got into this mess while causing trouble for Xiao Ning; Xiao Ning had already saved Xiao Xue’s life once," Yang Xin’er had considered calling Song Yan Ning, but after hesitating, she decided against it. Xiao Ning didn’t like her and would definitely refuse.
"I’ll try myself," Yufeng took out his phone and dialed Song Yan Ning’s number.
"If it’s for Song Yanxue, don’t even bother," came the cold voice of Song Yan Ning.
Yufeng hesitated, "But she’s your sister; you save strangers, why not help her?"
"If I hadn’t intervened, she would be dead by now," Song Yan Ning stated and then hung up.
"How did it go?" Yang Xin’er quickly asked when she saw Yufeng put away his phone.
Yufeng shook his head, "She didn’t agree." He didn’t dare push Xiao Ning to do anything; after all, they only gave birth to her and hadn’t even raised her for a day.
Yang Xin’er sighed. She had anticipated that Xiao Ning wouldn’t agree.
"Why don’t you call your father? Perhaps he has a way," Yufeng suggested. Even if her father-in-law didn’t have a solution, perhaps Xiao Ning would agree to treat Xiao Xue out of respect for him.
Yang Xin’er’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly took out her phone. How had she not thought of calling her father? He was, after all, a renowned Master of Chinese Medicine in Beijing; he surely had a way.
Lisheng had just gathered some herbal medicine and was pouring it out to dry outside.
Hearing his phone ring in his pocket, Lisheng set the tray aside, reached for his phone, and answered the call without looking, "Xiao Ning?" It surely had to be Xiao Ning calling his phone.