The man standing behind him looked familiar, but he was not the Huang Ping she thought he was.
On the contrary, this is a gentle man, wearing a neat suit and tie neatly in such a late night. At first glance, he is not a normal person.
"Miss." The man called her.
Qianxing instantly remembered who he was——
Song Qingyuan's assistant, Yu Jun.
Sure enough, he is not a normal person.
Qianxing sneered, threw the bottle into the trash can nearby, clapped his hands, and said: "At this time, in this place, you don't mean to tell me what a coincidence, do you?"
"Miss, I came here specially to find you." Yu Jun said.
Qianxing looked in the direction of the factory dormitory door, guessing that there would be no harvest tonight, so he turned around and walked in the other direction, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Song Lao has entered the hospital." Yu Jun said.
Qianxing slowly stopped and stayed quiet for a moment before responding, "Oh. Isn't it normal for such an old person to go to the hospital or something?"
Yu Jun walked up behind her and said, "You should know in your heart that if the situation wasn't serious, I wouldn't have bothered to come all the way here to find you."
"What's the use of looking for me?" Qianxing still didn't look back and said coldly, "I'm not a doctor and I don't know how to treat patients."
Yu Jun said: "Mr. Song has been through many hardships in his life and has experienced everything. But so far, the only thing he still can't let go of is you."
Qianxing stood silently and said nothing for a while.
"If you have a request, Mr. Song will agree to it no matter what, but he can't expect anything in return." Yu Jun continued, "But if this is his last wish in life, can you agree to it for once?"
Qian Xing was speechless.
After all, not long ago, she made a request to keep Huo Jinbei in front of Song Qingyuan, knowing that Song Qingyuan must be the one to take action.
She was originally at odds with that person, but after that incident, it was undeniable that she owed Song Qingyuan.
Being soft-handed when taking advantage of others, being short-tongued when taking advantage of others, and being indebted to others will eventually lead to psychological burdens.
In this case, why not pay it off and give yourself some relief?
After standing still for a long time, she turned to look at the man behind her and said, "Lead the way."
Yu Jun immediately led her out of the alley, walked to a commercial vehicle parked on the roadside, opened the door and let Qianxing sit in.
Soon, the car drove away from here and headed straight to Bincheng Airport.
The next morning, when it was just dawn, Qianxing had already got off the plane at Huaishi Airport, thousands of miles away, and got on the bus heading to the city.
She stayed up all night and took a long flight. She didn't close her eyelids, but she didn't seem to be tired at all. She sat in the car, her body still upright, and kept turning her head to look at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.
"There are still forty minutes until we get to the hospital." Yu Jun looked at his watch and said, "You can take a short rest."
"No need." Qianxing just replied without looking back, "I'm not tired."
Yu Jun didn't say anything more.
The road was open at this time, so the forty minutes passed very quickly. As if in the blink of an eye, the car had already entered the gate of the military hospital and stopped directly at the entrance of the inpatient building.
Qianxing got out of the car and followed Yu Jun into the still quiet building, feeling suffocated.
Song Qingyuan's ward is located on the 17th floor. When you get out of the elevator, you can see the two bodyguards on duty. I don't know how long they have been standing there, but their figures are still upright. They have obviously received strict professional training. As soon as they see the person coming, they immediately look at them with burning eyes.
Came over.
Seeing Yu Jun, one of them nodded slightly, and then looked at Qianxing.
"Do you want to search me?" Qianxing suddenly asked.
Unexpectedly, Yu Jun answered her seriously: "Originally I wanted it, but you just let it go."
After saying that, he led Qianxing towards the depths of the private and quiet corridor.
When he reached the middle position, Yu Jun opened a door next to him and walked in with Qianxing.
This is a ward suite. The outermost is the living room, the middle is the observation room, and the innermost is Song Qingyuan's ward.
At this moment, Song Qingyuan was lying in the ward inside, his body covered with instrument tubes, motionless, looking very much like... a person who would never wake up again.
Qianxing stood outside, looking at the blurry figure in the ward through two layers of glass, feeling a little dazed.
Two doctors and nurses were in the observation room, monitoring the data and discussing something.
Soon Yu Jun stepped forward and knocked on the door. The two doctors turned around and saw him, and quickly walked out.
"How is the situation?" Yu Jun asked.
"Various values are still very unstable, and we are not out of danger yet."
After hearing this, Yu Jun frowned slightly and turned to look at Qianxing.
Qianxing's face had no expression, looking calm and unfeeling.
Yu Jun didn't say anything, just said: "You sit down for a while. If Mr. Song wakes up later, I will call you. Although he may not be conscious yet, he will definitely be happy to see you."
Before he finished speaking, Qianxing had already turned around and sat on the sofa next to him, without looking at him again.
The two doctors were obviously a little surprised, but Yu Jun didn't take it seriously. He just asked the doctor to continue monitoring carefully, while he turned around and went to do other things.
Qianxing sat on the sofa in the living room all morning.
At noon, Yu Jun personally brought her lunch. Just as he was placing the food box on the small table in front of her, he suddenly heard something. Yu Jun quickly stood up straight, looked up, and then looked at Qian Qian.
Xing said: "Mr. Song is awake."
Qianxing froze for a moment, then stood up and looked at the window inside.
Two doctors had already entered the ward and were standing beside the bed. One was monitoring the instrument data, while the other was bending down and asking Song Qingyuan something in a low voice.
Song Qingyuan's face was completely blocked by the doctor's figure, and Qianxing couldn't see what he looked like at this moment.
She stood on tiptoe in vain, regaining consciousness, but immediately looked away, turned around and sat down on the sofa again.
Yu Jun glanced at her and asked, "Go in."
"No." Qianxing said, "What if I show up too suddenly and scare him to death or make him angry to death?"
Yu Jun glanced at her again and walked into the ward inside without saying anything more.
Qianxing grabbed the chopsticks in front of him and ate without knowing the taste.
Before she finished the dish in front of her, Yu Jun followed two doctors and walked out.
Several people were discussing Song Qingyuan's nearly critical condition, and while they were talking, there was suddenly no sound.
Qianxing raised his head and saw several people's eyes falling on him.
Yu Jun then said: "I told Mr. Song that you were here. I can see that Mr. Song is very happy."
This was too false for Qianxing. At least she had known the old man for several years and had never seen him happy.
But she didn't intend to expose it, but waited for Yu Jun's next words, "What then?"
"I have discussed it with the doctor. If you stay, it will be very beneficial to Mr. Song's condition."
Qianxing sneered and said, "That's not what you said when you asked me to come. Besides, I still have my own things to do."
"You can tell me anything you have to do, and I will ask someone to do it for you." Yu Jun said, "But for now, you have to stay here with Mr. Song."
Qianxing raised her eyes and looked at him, "Then you are planning to force me to stay?"
Yu Jun did not deny it.
Qianxing said: "That old man never forced me, so why do you?"
"Then you should be able to see how much Mr. Song cares about you." Yu Jun said, "He feels that he owes you and feels sorry for you, so he is reluctant to force you, but I will not be reluctant. To me, Mr. Song is more alive.