Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

"Song Zhiyuan has been looking for her for so long, but she hasn't come back. Now she's better. Instead, she sends it to the door. What does she want to do?" Fu Beichen frowned and thought deeply, but he couldn't understand it.

"Well, don't think so much. No matter what Zijin wants to do, it's all about her and song Zhiyuan. If she owes, song Zhiyuan owes her! Maybe things are not as complicated as you think, she... Just homesick!" Zhan Yan replied faintly.

That day, after Song Zijin left, the next day, Zhan Yan began to call song Zijin's mobile phone again. Unexpectedly, no one answered it all the time. She called song Zhiyuan again and tentatively asked him if he knew about song Zijin's return, but song Zhiyuan didn't know about song Zijin's return.

Zhan Yan couldn't contact song Zijin because after leaving that night, the next morning, song Buhui woke up. No matter how she shouted, she couldn't wake up her mother lying next to her.

She hurried out of the room and found the housekeeper aunt. Finally, the hotel service staff helped dial 120 and sent song Zijin to the hospital.

In the emergency ward of the hospital, song Zijin was rescued, temporarily out of danger, and people woke up.

Song doesn't regret to stay by the bed. He is still wearing a nightdress that can be changed in the future. He has slippers on his feet and long hair scattered. He looks like a little princess wronged in a fairy tale book, but he doesn't leave his mother's side for half a step.

The doctor and nurse gathered around Song Zijin's bed and asked, "Miss Song, can you contact your family?"

Song Zijin shook his head and took off the oxygen mask on his face. "Doctor, I don't have a family. If you have anything to say, just say it!"

The doctor hesitated slightly because such a situation was rarely encountered.

"Miss Song, how much do you know about your condition?"

"When I was abroad, I had been diagnosed, so you don't have to worry. You directly tell me how long I can live?" Song Zijin asked. His voice was very calm and seemed to have accepted this helpless and cruel reality.

The doctor sighed, subconsciously looked at the child beside him, and saw the little girl holding a doll in her arms, leaning back on a white and clean face, with the same calm.

"It has spread, and there may be only one month left. If we actively cooperate with the treatment, it may prolong some time, but it will be very painful!"

For song Zijin's current situation, the treatment has completely lost its significance.

The only thing she can do now is to finish what she wants to do in her limited life.

"Thank you, doctor. I want to go through the discharge formalities!" Song Zijin said.

"Not at present. Your condition is too unstable and may be life-threatening at any time. You'd better observe in the hospital for a few days!" the doctor said and asked the nurse to pay attention to her condition.

Because there was no ward, song Zijin had to add a bed in the corridor. The corridor of the hospital was still very cold late at night.

Song Zijin was covered with a thick quilt, but the child had only one chair to sit by the bed. He was still wearing a nightgown, and his small hands were cold.

But song Buhui was a very strong child. She not only didn't cry, but also smiled optimistically, and comforted song Zijin all the time.