Chapter 922
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After massaging Song Xiangsi's feet, he helped her put her shoes back on, then asked, "Are you feeling better?"
When she heard Xu Jiamu's voice, Song Xiangsi suddenly snapped back to reality. She hurriedly lowered her eyelids to hide the glistening tears in her eyes. She gently nodded, and forcefully sucked in two mouthfuls of yogurt.
Xu Jiamu stood up, pulled out a wet towel, and wiped off the safflower oil in his palms. Then he leaned back against the wall in front of Song Xiangsi.
The corridor was silent. After an unknown amount of time, Xu Jiamu's phone suddenly rang. In the silence, the sound was exceptionally ear-piercing.
Xu Jiamu reached for his phone. When he saw the name on the screen, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten about Yang Sisi, who was still at the dinner party. He walked a distance away from Song Xiangsi, then picked up the call.
Even though Xu Jiamu deliberately lowered his voice, Song Xiangsi could still faintly hear some of the content.
"Sorry, I suddenly had something to do, so I forgot to tell you... Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up and send you home... Alright, mhm, no problem, I'll definitely apologize to you. Mhm, go home and sleep early. "
Xu Jiamu hung up and walked back. When he was about two meters away from Song Xiangsi, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Thank you for tonight. It's getting late, you should go home and rest early."
"It's okay," Xu Jiamu said flatly, then leaned back against the wall.
Song Xiangsi moved her lips, but didn't say anything else. The corridor returned to silence once again. This time, after about five minutes, the doors to the operating room opened. Song Xiangsi abruptly stood up, and even Xu Jiamu straightened his back.
The attending doctor was the first to walk out. He took off his mask, and shook his head at Song Xiangsi with a grave expression.
Xu Jiamu instinctively looked over at Song Xiangsi with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Song Xiangsi blinked at the attending doctor, then asked, "What do you mean?"
"Miss Song, please accept my condolences." The attending doctor lowered his head slightly, then continued to say, "Old Master Song is getting on in years, his bodily functions have already deteriorated. If he insists on a second surgery, it's too risky. I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the operating table, and could die at any moment. If he maintains his current state and takes his medication on time, I'm afraid he can live for a while. As for how long, that will depend on Old Master Song's state of mind."
Song Xiangsi's body swayed slightly. Xu Jiamu hurriedly hugged her shoulders, and asked the attending doctor, "Where's your director? I want to talk to him."
"I'm really sorry. Even if you invite the best doctor over, I'm afraid he won't be able to save her." The attending doctor said apologetically and then said, "Miss Song, Mr. Song is still awake now. He said he has something to tell you. Please wait for him in the intensive care unit."
With that, the attending doctor continued to bow apologetically at the two of them.
Song Xiangsi entered the ICU alone. Father Song was sitting on the bed with an IV drip on the back of his hand. He looked pretty energetic, and when he saw Song Xiangsi, he immediately smiled, then patted the seat next to him. "Sisi, come sit."
Song Xiangsi replied with an "Mmh", and walked over to sit. Then her father grabbed her hand. "Sisi, I know, I don't have much time left. I told the doctor that I won't be receiving treatment anymore."
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