Tonight's night seemed to be darker than usual. There was no light in the sky, the moon was gone, and the stars were hiding.

Xin Zaozao leaned in his car.

The driver was the driver she was looking for.

She drank a lot of alcohol.

When she left the banquet, almost everyone left.

Even the last one, the last one who left after vomiting in the toilet.

Her stomach is still very uncomfortable, nausea, and has some pain that cannot be ignored.

But so what?

She could only bear it.

Because she knew very well that no one would ever sympathize with the weak in this real world.

The car slowly returned to Xin's villa.

She got out of the car and walked into the villa gate.

It was already very late at night.

The villa is very quiet.

She slandered her and went upstairs step by step, and walked towards her room step by step.

The villa without light and the extremely dark sky outside made her really have to go back to her room based on her feelings.

But she really didn't want to spend time on the lights anymore. At this moment, she just wanted to go back to the room and lie on the bed, or go to the bathroom, and spit out all the things she wanted to vomit.

She pushed open the door.

Then he lay straight on the bed.

She was dizzy, breathed heavily, and smelled of alcohol.

She told herself over and over again that she would go to take a shower and that the makeup on her face was so thick that she had to take it off.

But all thoughts are just about thoughts.

She turned over and hugged the quilt in her arms. She fell asleep without notice anything strange.

With this.

Under the same dark sky.

Song Zhizhi quickly took a shower and changed into pajamas, staring blankly in the room.

She felt very depressed and very depressed.

The sky outside the window was surprisingly heavy, so sank that it made people feel even more irritable. All of this, whether it was the weather or other... seemed to be the moment when a storm was coming.

Song Zhizhi was silently adjusting his emotions and calming himself down.

2 a.m.

There seemed to be a sudden movement outside the door.

Song Zhizhi pricked his ears.

Sure enough, there was a riot outside in an instant.

Song Zhizhi's door was suddenly knocked, and Song Zhizhi suddenly opened.

A servant said hurriedly, "Miss, it seems that the master suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. He is in the room at this moment, unconscious."

Song Zhizhi hurriedly ran to her father's room.

Nie Wenzhi was very devastated. She was sitting next to Song Shan in her pajamas, watching him get hard and keeping nervous. He couldn't speak even when he told him, and it looked scary.

Song Zhizhi went over and called him excitedly, "Dad, Dad!"

Song Shan did not respond.

He was nervous, his body was stiff, his fists were clenched with both hands, and his veins were exposed, looking very ferocious.

Song Zhizhi shouted at Nie Wenzhi, "Have you called an ambulance?"

"I called, I called. But..." Nie Wenzhi looked so scared that she looked rosy. Her eyes were rosy and tears fell down.

Song Zhizhi didn't want to care about Nie Wenzhi's hypocrisy at this moment.

She looked at her father tightly, and at the moment she looked exactly the same as when she was sick in her previous life. She was even a little scared at that moment, fear that it really happened, not acting.

Although, on the way back, she showed him some pictures of cerebral congestion.

And what he did was too realistic!

She bit her lip.

The room was filled with the sound of Nie Wenzhi crying all the time, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Everyone who sees it will feel that she loves Songshan to the point of fate. If Songshan has any problems, she will go with her.

That's it, that's it, she has been deceived again and again.

More than ten minutes.

The ambulance finally arrived at home. Two medical staff in white coats quickly came to Songshan's room with medical stretchers. The two carried Songshan onto the stretchers and quickly left.

Song Zhizhi and Nie Wenzhi hurriedly followed.

When Lu Xiaolang heard the movement outside, he quickly got up and followed Song Zhizhi. At this moment, he followed along with them and got into the ambulance.

It was indeed raining heavily outside, and it was pouring rain.

The ambulance speed was affected, but it was still urgently driven to the hospital.

Song Shan still had no reaction to the outside world.

Nie Wenzhi cried very hard and kept murmuring, "Husband, you must not have anything to do. What are you going to have? How can I live? You must do it well..."

Song Zhizhi pursed his lips tightly.

She looked straight at his father, and her emotions were suppressed.

Regardless of whether his father was just a disguise at this moment, if it weren't for Nie Wenzhi, his father wouldn't have to do this when he was so old.

After more than ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital.

A doctor had been waiting there for a long time, and what was waiting for his father's attending doctor, Liang Jin.

He personally got into the ambulance and together with the medical staff, he lifted Song Shan off the ambulance, then quickly placed it on the prepared moving bed, and pushed it directly into the emergency room.

The door of the emergency room was closed.

Nie Wenzhi looked at the door of the emergency room with a gaze and kept crying, "Nothing happens, God begs you, nothing happens..."

Song Zhizhi also looked at the direction of the emergency room like this.

It was late at night, and the hospital corridor was particularly quiet.

Except for Nie Wenzhi's constant crying sound.

Song Zhizhi was a little bored when she heard this. She said to Nie Wenzhi, "Auntie, calm down, maybe my dad is fine."

"But I have never seen him like this before." Nie Wenzhi was heartbroken, "I see him feeling so uncomfortable, I want to suffer on his behalf..."

Song Zhizhi sneered in his heart.

Isn’t it all your fault that he feels so uncomfortable?

She said, "I'll call my brother."

She really doesn't want to be false with her here.

"Um."

Song Zhizhi went to one side.

Nie Wenzhi turned around and looked at the direction of the emergency room with great anxiety.

This anxiety was probably not something that was done, but it was probably because she was afraid that her father might wake up.

Song Zhizhi pursed his lips and she called her brother.

In the middle of the night, Song Zhi's voice was a little confused, "Sister?"

"I know, my dad has caused cerebral congestion, and I am now in the hospital for rescue. You can come back as soon as possible." Song Zhizhi said it very clearly.

Song knew over there that he seemed to be jumping up from the bed, and he said anxiously, "Is it serious?"

"I don't know, but my father's illness is not optimistic."

"I'll be back soon!" Song Zhi hung up the phone suddenly.

Song Zhizhi looked at his cell phone.

She turned her head and looked at Nie Wenzhi, who had been focusing on the emergency room, and sent a message to Ji Baijian, "Now my dad is in the hospital."

There seemed to be no sleep there, and immediately responded, "Stop breathing."
To be continued...