Yan Zisong was sitting on the short flight, feeling unspeakably uneasy.
Yesterday afternoon, he excitedly flew to City S, but what greeted him was only a cold, closed door.
The initial shutdown response on his phone suddenly turned into an automatic voicemail after he dialed it over and over again.
Something is strange. I must have turned on the phone during this time and set it to reject incoming calls and forward them to voicemail.
Unprecedented panic and fear filled the man's originally excited heart. Could something go wrong?
She is not someone who often turns off her phone, and she is not likely to redirect all incoming calls to voicemail.
The anxious man even considered whether to call the police. Only when the friend who received the request found out that Qin Xiaoman had flown from city b to city s that morning, his heart finally calmed down.
Sitting on the plane, I repeatedly considered the correctness of this decision.
He shouldn't have allowed her to live her life in S city by herself. The past days were over, but now she couldn't tell the difference. Now that they were together, he couldn't help but worry about her.
He couldn't stand being out of his sight and unable to find her.
No matter what, she couldn't go back this time. He helped her free up a house, and she had to stay in a place he could get. He was busy with work and couldn't fly to S city every two days.
So whether it's soft or hard, he wants her to agree to stay in city b.
Of course, it would be more perfect if she could move to his house.
The man who left the airport did not hesitate and rushed to Qin's house without stopping.
Her mobile phone still had a voicemail, and the door to her house was closed with no one answering. Yan Zisong's heart, which had just been relieved, was lifted again.
"Who are you looking for?"
Just as he was knocking on the door, the door of the neighbor's house behind him suddenly opened. A young woman leaned out her upper body and asked.
Yan Zisong turned around, "Isn't Aunt Ning at home?"
The woman heard that she was an acquaintance, and her expression became serious again.
"Hey, their daughter is sick. She was picked up from the hospital at 120 this morning."
In his hand, he picked up the bag of medicine that had been strung across two cities and landed outside the Qin family's door with a "pop" sound. Yan Zisong didn't ask any more questions.
He turned around and walked back to the elevator. His fingers were busy pressing the button to go downstairs. How could it be... like this?
The Third People's Hospital of City B is a designated self-rescue center of 120.
There are many patients, and the building is filled with all kinds of anxious and depressed emotions. Patients and their families waiting for the elevator have packed the door of the hospital's only elevator to a crawl.
Yan Zisong took two steps in three steps, climbed the stairs, and ran towards the inpatient ward.
"Who are Qin Xiaoman's family members?" In the corridor of supporters, a man in a coat shouted loudly.
Because they were wearing masks and their voices were a bit muffled, Qin Yanzhi and Ning Yabei rushed over immediately.
"How is my daughter, doctor?"
"Pneumonia combined with adult respiratory distress syndrome, family members should first sign the "Notification of Critical Illness"." The male doctor took a folder with a few pages
The hardboard folder with the form was handed over.
Ning Yabei, who was following from behind, pushed Qin Yanzhi aside, who was standing in front, and asked the doctor loudly with her eyes red.
"What did you say? What embarrassment? What does this mean? My daughter is only twenty-six years old this year. What kind of notice are you talking about?"