In order to avoid the subordinates and spies of Xi Mohan, she dared not stay in luxurious hotels, and could only resort to small hotels that did not require an identity card, and even so, she had not had a proper meal for a long time.
Once, she even fainted from a fever in a small inn. If it wasn’t for the landlord coming up to check when she did not show up at check-out time, she might have died without anyone noticing.
Even when she felt unwell, she dared not visit a major hospital for fear of being discovered by Xi Mohan’s people, and could only buy some medicine from a pharmacy.
Raising her slender fingers, she opened them and stared intently at her fingers, only to lower them the next second, clench them into a fist, and put it to her lips, coughing again.
In the cramped room of just a dozen square meters, a skinny girl hardly resembling a human curled up on a white blanket, adopting a defensive posture.
In the not-so-large room, there was a series of suppressed coughs and very faint cries.
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At noon, when Song Qiao was preparing to take Qin Zhe and An Ke to a nearby restaurant for lunch, she received a call from the hospital.
After quickly informing Director He and Qin Zhe, she dashed downstairs, flagged a taxi on the road, and headed to the hospital, clutching her mobile phone tightly, her face growing increasingly pale.
The taxi driver, while driving, frequently glanced at Song Qiao in the rear mirror, noticing her poor complexion, and asked during a red light stop, "Miss, are you okay? You look very pale."
Song Qiao came to her senses, looked at the driver, and shook her head, "I’m fine."
However, as she spoke, Song Qiao felt her voice trembling slightly, and her hand holding the phone was somewhat pale.
The call from the hospital earlier mentioned that, although her grandfather’s previous surgery was very successful and there had been no rejection in this period, today, for some unknown reason, he fainted while heading to the hospital garden and was now rushed to the operating room, needing her immediate presence to sign forms.
Most critically, on the phone, the doctor warned Song Qiao that this time her grandfather’s surgery could be life-threatening.
It seemed that the old man, probably agitated by something, had suddenly started showing signs of rejection.
About ten minutes later, just as the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Song Qiao immediately paid the driver without waiting for change, hurriedly opened the car door, jumped out, and ran towards the hospital.
Just as the taxi driver was looking down for change, he looked up to find Song Qiao had already dashed out of the car and into the hospital, he quickly opened the door and shouted after Song Qiao, "Miss, I haven’t given you your change yet."
However, it was as if Song Qiao didn’t hear him at all and had disappeared into the hospital in a flash.
The driver stood there unsure what to do next, just as he was about to bend down to turn off the ignition, he caught a glimpse of a bag on the back seat from the corner of his eye.
Perhaps Song Qiao was too rushed to notice what was ahead; just at the corner, she collided head-on with someone, a pang of pain shot through her forehead before she could even cry out, and she was knocked straight to the ground, her hand painfully supporting herself on the floor.