After hanging up the phone, she looked at Song Jingyao through the rearview mirror and comforted him firmly, "Jingyao, it has nothing to do with you. This was an accident. Your father will be fine."
Song Jingyao held back his tears, and the red tears in his eyes kept from falling. He flattened his mouth and said in a crying voice, "Dad will be fine."
Otherwise, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
Hate myself forever.
Jian Qiqi turned the steering wheel with one hand and drove the car out of the garage. At the same time, she called Ruan Su and told her about Song Yan's car accident. By the way, she also talked about the suitcase and tablet.
"So, I have a bad premonition that those killers must have found out about Jingyao and us. One of those killers seemed to have escaped at that time."
After receiving the call from Jian Qiqi, Ruan Su paused while eating breakfast and her heart tightened, "I'll rush over right now."
Seeing Ruan Su stand up, Mrs. Ye asked worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Something happened to Special Assistant Song. I have to go there." She grabbed a carton of milk and walked out. "I may be back later in the evening."
"Ouch, how could such a good person like Special Assistant Song get into a car accident?" Mrs. Ye's eyebrows jumped as she heard this, "This person doesn't know what's going on." .??.
"Mom, don't worry too much. Xiao Su and A Zhi will definitely go there and settle down later. We can also go and visit him." Song Jiayan felt reassured by Mrs. Ye.
Old Mrs. Ye still felt uncomfortable, "This person is a good person. Why did he suddenly get into a car accident just by saying that there was a car accident?"
Ruan Su walked to the entrance, took her coat, put it on her body and took the car keys. After she left the door, there was no sound of the Ye family talking in her ears. She drove straight towards Nie Tai Road like crazy.
She found a relatively remote road with very few traffic lights. When she arrived at a fast pace, Jian Qiqi was still on the road.
The scene of the car accident was very tragic. Song Yan's car was slammed into the green belt by a large truck.
The police have surrounded the scene. Nietai Road is not a busy road, but it is extremely prone to traffic accidents because there is a three-way intersection without a traffic light.
It is also a blind spot for large trucks.
Ruan Su parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and ran towards the scene of the car accident. He smelled a burning smell from a distance. A black car was smashed beyond recognition and was closely connected with the front of the big truck.
Tightly connected together.
Song Yan was stuck in the driver's seat, and several police officers were sawing the car door, trying to free him.
He was covered in blood and his face was covered in blood, and it was almost impossible to distinguish his original appearance. At this moment, Jian Qiqi rushed over with Song Jingyao. When she saw Song Yan's bloody legs being carried out, she subconsciously covered Song Jingyao's eyes, "Don't look...
"
Tears burst into her eyes, "Husband..."
Ruan Su walked over and looked at Song Yan, who was out of breath and out of breath, and immediately found that he had fainted. Several medical staff jumped out of the ambulance and carried Song Yan onto the ambulance with a stretcher.
Bo Xingzhi also brought several brothers over to negotiate with the police at the scene of the car accident.
The two of them just looked at each other from afar, and Ruan Su took Jian Qiqi, Song Jingyao, mother and son into the ambulance.
The ambulance roared away from the scene of the car accident, but Bo Xingzhi stared at the driver of the truck with cold eyes. The driver was a thin middle-aged man. The man also suffered some minor injuries. No matter how the police interrogated him, he would be bitten to death.
In one sentence, "I was sleepy, I was really sleepy, and I didn't notice his car."
"I didn't want to have a car accident. It was really an accident. I drove all night last night and I just came back from out of town."
"If I check your car's license plate number, I will know all your routes, including the big data GS positioning of your mobile phone number. Do you think today's technology is fake?" the policeman said coldly, "Be honest and tell the truth."
The driver still shook his head desperately, "Everything I said is the truth, what else can I say?"
As he spoke, he yawned, "I'm so sleepy, and I don't want to bump into anyone."
Bo Xingzhi sneered, and two men in black immediately walked out from behind him. One of the men held a dagger in his hand, "If you cut your tongue, I'm afraid you won't have to speak anymore. If you want to tell the truth, there will be no one."
listen."
Another man grabbed the driver's head and forced him to open his mouth. The driver's eyes widened in horror, "You are breaking the law. I am really just an ordinary driver! My car's brakes failed and I was sleepy again."
,how do I know I will hit him!"
The policeman on the side couldn't stand it, and said to Bo Xingzhi in embarrassment, "Master Bo, we will definitely handle this matter properly. Don't worry, we will investigate it thoroughly and give justice to Song Teshu."
Bo Xingzhi glanced at the policeman and said nothing.
The driver's back was wet with cold sweat.
Just then Bo Xingzhi's cell phone rang, it was Ruan Su.
"There is a box placed on the passenger seat of Song Yan's car. In the box
A face-mounted tablet and a drawing. Take it out."
"good."
The scene of the car accident had long been cordoned off by the police, so no one else could pass by.
Bo Xingzhi walked to Song Yan's car, which had been smashed beyond recognition, and scanned the entire car. The smell of burning was mixed with the strong smell of blood.
Blood was dripping wetly on the driver's seat, and the passenger seat was even more squeezed together after being hit, and the box was so compressed that it was impossible to see its original appearance.
Bo Xingzhi lifted up the broken glass of the car window that was pressing on it and took it out.
When I opened it, I saw a drawing and a tablet inside.
The screen of the tablet has been shattered into pieces like a spider web.
He closed the box again and then took people to the hospital.
He didn't notice the strange look in the driver's eyes after seeing the box. From the beginning, the driver had been watching his every move closely.
Inside the general hospital emergency room.
Song Yan was pushed directly into the emergency room, and Ruan Su followed him in. "I am Ruan Su from the Department of Hematology, and Song Yan is my friend's husband. I must participate in this rescue."
"Dr. Ruan, I'm sorry, this is the battlefield for our emergency doctors. Please get out. Don't embarrass us." A male doctor awkwardly rejected Ruan Su's request.
She glanced at him and applied for permission from the hospital leader, "Dean's phone number."
The male doctor was the director of the emergency department. After answering the phone, he heard the dean's arrangement. He returned the phone to Ruan Su, "Since the dean agrees for you to come in, then you can come in. But I hope you will not affect our emergency department."
Department’s treatment.”
"The patient's legs are very likely to be permanently disabled or high-level paraplegia. There can be no delay. I have to go in and perform this operation." After Ruan Su said that, he changed into surgical clothes and stepped into the emergency room.
.
This was about the rest of Song Yan's life, and she couldn't let Song Yan make any mistakes.
Whether it's for Jian Qiqi, Song Jingyao, or for Bo Xingzhi.
Bo Xingzhi regarded Song Yan as his brother...
Ruan Su's eyes were scarlet and he held the scalpel.
Bo Xingzhi and Song Yichang rushed to the hospital almost at the same time.
Mrs. Song rushed to Jian Qiqi and Song Jingyao with tears streaming down her face, and grabbed Jian Qiqi's arm tightly with both hands, causing her pain.
"How could such a good person get into a car accident? Where are the people? Where are Song Yan and others?"
"Mom, my boss has gone in. Song Yan must be fine, he went to work after breakfast..."
When Jian Qiqi saw Mrs. Song crying, the tears she had been holding back began to fall.
Mrs. Song's legs weakened and she fell to the ground, crying bitterly.
Song Jingyao gently helped Mrs. Song wipe her tears with her little hands, "Grandma, don't cry. Dad will be fine."
Even so, his tears also fell. Song Yan was very kind to him, and he had long regarded Song Yan as his father.
He felt very sad, "Is it because I am a bad person? That's why I killed my biological parents, and now my father has also been in a car accident."
Jian Qiqi held him in her arms distressedly, "Jingyao, how is this possible? You are your parents' baby."
When Mrs. Song saw her child being so sensible, her heart ached, "Jingyao, you are a good child. Grandma doesn't cry, grandma doesn't cry..."
But despite saying this, her tears still kept falling.
Song Yichang sighed irritably and couldn't help but walk to the window and light a cigarette, as if this was the only way to eliminate a trace of depression in his heart.
Bo Xingzhi walked up to him and he handed him one, "Take one."
The man took it, lit Song Yichang's cigarette, and took a long drag.
The smoke ring puffed out from his thin lips. The man held the smoke between his long fingers and looked at the drizzle outside the window. "The road is slippery and it is a blind spot for big trucks. There are no traffic lights at that intersection, so..."
Song Yichang felt pain in his chest, "I just hope that he will be safe and sound. I... As his uncle, I am really worried about him. He has always hated me. He hated me for marrying him after his father passed away.
His mother."
"But... no matter how much he hates me or hates me, it doesn't matter. I don't care... as long as he is safe."
"Uncle Song, Song Yan has let go of his worries over the years." Bo Xingzhi said softly, "He has his own child now. As a father, he naturally understands your feelings better."
Finally, he said again, "Song Yan will be fine."
Song Yichang nodded heavily. "Mrs. Bo is inside. I believe Mrs. Bo will definitely pull Song Yan back from the hands of death."
Communication between men is far less hysterical and crying than between women.
They were calm but had an undercurrent of pain.
Suddenly, the door to the emergency room was pushed open, and a young nurse hurried out and rushed towards the nurse's station.
Happy New Year, babies, thank you for your company, I love you~~~~We will continue in 2022~~~