Chapter 285
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I was raised by the Huo family.
She was extremely serious. Her curled eyelashes were like butterflies fluttering their wings, gently trembling with her breathing. She was delicate and beautiful, and when she didn't speak, she looked like a doll in a shop window.
Wei Ning opened his mouth in confusion. "Old Mister Shen, what do you mean?"
He didn't dare to think that the Godly Doctor was Song Yaoyao. He only thought that Song Yaoyao might be the Godly Doctor's relative or something else.
She quickly softened her voice and asked, "Little girl, is the godly doctor who cured Old Mister Shen your grandfather? Could you please help me plead for mercy? My mother is seriously ill, please save my mother! "
After saying that, he did not care if Song Yaoyao could accept this bow, and bowed.
Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded. Creating something out of nothing? What the hell!
"Sigh …"
Old Master Huo glanced sideways, and a bodyguard came over to help Wei Ning up.
He chuckled and crossed his legs. "Wei family's boy, our family's Yaoyao is still young. She can't accept such a big gift from you. What's more, whether it can be cured or not depends on fate. It doesn't mean that a godly doctor will be able to cure it. Do you understand? "
Wei Ning didn't know why Old Master Huo was so protective of Song Yaoyao, but he nodded immediately.
Respectfully and humbly, he said, "Yes, I understand. Actually, I just don't want to give up. The other hospitals have already sentenced my mother to death. Now, they're just dragging things out. But my mother didn't enjoy anything when she was young, and she had to suffer so much in her old age. I … "As he spoke, he felt a lump in his throat, and he quickly raised his head to hold back his tears.
It's said that men don't cry easily, but that's only because they haven't been hurt.
A robust man who was 1.8 meters tall couldn't help but shed tears when talking about his mother.
"So don't worry, I just want to try again. Even if, even if I really can't cure it, I won't blame anyone."
This was fate. If it couldn't be cured this time, Wei Ning didn't want to suffer anymore.
After such a long time, his mother was already tired.
"Well, it's good that you understand."
Old Master Huo nodded and patted Song Yaoyao's head. "Little girl, since he's so filial, why don't you go with him someday?"
Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly when she heard this. Her voice was soft as she agreed quickly, "No problem!"
She then looked at the confused Wei Ning and extended her hand to greet him. "Hello, I'm Song Yaoyao."
Wei Ning was at a loss. The huge difference made him feel charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
Did he really understand what the two elders meant? Was his understanding really correct?
He looked at the little girl in front of him. She stretched out her fair and tender little hand and blinked her grape-like eyes. She was so adorable!
Trembling with fear, he reached out to hold her. Her little hand was as soft as cotton.
For someone like Wei Ning, who had been out on missions, he was either armed with a knife or a gun. Holding her small hand, he did not dare to exert any strength.
At this moment, he finally felt that it was real.
The two old men were not the type to joke around. Since they said so, there was a high probability that it was true.
Thinking of this, he felt a burst of excitement. He suddenly bent down and used honorifics.
"Hello, hello! I'm Wei Ning! "
Song Yaoyao was shocked by his enthusiasm. She tried to pull her hand away but couldn't.
She pursed her lips. Her hand hurt from being squeezed.
Old Master Huo raised his eyelids and reminded her coldly, "That's enough. This is the child of my son. If you continue to hold her hand, aren't you afraid that he will come back and cause trouble for you?"
(End of Chapter)
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