Chapter 391
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Song Qingchun felt like she had just woken up from a very long dream. It was so long that when she woke up and stared at the white ceiling, she felt like she was in another world.
The world around her was quiet except for the occasional sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Song Qingchun's mind was blank. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before she slowly turned her head around to look out the window.
The weather was perfect; there was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky. It was the afternoon sun, hanging high in the sky, shining brightly.
The window was slightly open, and the spring breeze, mixed with the fresh scent of winter jasmine, caused the curtains to flutter lightly.
This kind of good weather made one's mood strangely relaxed. Song Qingchun's lips curved into a smile as her eyes drifted to the side. Then, she saw the drip bottle hanging by her bedside. As the liquid dripped, Song Qingchun saw the needle poke into the back of her left hand.
Why am I on an IV drip? Am I sick?
Song Qingchun raised her right hand to touch her own head, but she realized her hand was gripped tightly by someone. She frowned and turned to look at Song Menghwa, who was lying on the edge of the bed, to raise his head.
Song Menghwa stared at her blankly for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. After making sure that her eyes were following the movement of his hand, he immediately shouted excitedly, "She's awake, she's awake …"
Then, he stood up quickly to grab the phone beside him and made a call.
Then, the bathroom door was pulled open, and Fang Rou ran out with wet hands. When she saw Song Qingchun open her eyes, she broke into a smile. "Qingchun, you're finally awake. Do you know you've been unconscious for three days and four nights? Dad and I were almost scared to death!"
Three days and four nights? I've been asleep for so long?
Song Qingchun, who had just woken up, was slow to react. Before she could figure out what was going on, she saw many people in white coats walk into the room.
There were both men and women, and they surrounded her. They measured her blood pressure, listened to her heartbeat, and some even pried her eyelids open.
After about half an hour, the crowd finally dispersed, and Song Qingchun's breathing returned to normal. Then, she saw a taller man remove his mask and ask her, "Do you still remember your name?"
Song Qingchun frowned, but she realized the doctor was not joking. After a moment of silence, she replied, "Song Qingchun."
"Then who is he? Do you know him?" The doctor turned around and pointed at Song Menghwa, who was being supported by Fang Rou.
Song Qingchun moved her lips. "My dad."
"What about this one?" The doctor pointed at Fang Rou.
"Sister-in-law."
After Song Qingchun answered, the doctor turned around with a smile and said to Song Menghwa and Fang Rou, "Miss Song is fine now. There is no blood clot in her brain, and there is no sign of memory loss. She probably fainted from the heavy blow to her head, so she has been asleep for a long time. She still has a slight concussion, but with a good rest, she will recover soon."
The impact on his head was too great …
Following the doctor's words, the image of her being grabbed by the head and slammed into a car flashed across Song Qingchun's blank mind.
She furrowed her brows. Then, the bloody and violent scenes from that night kept popping up in her mind.
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