The operation was able to proceed.
Song Yaoyao was accompanied by Mr. Huo, and she opened her hands slightly, only to find that her palms were wet and covered in cold sweat.
She didn't want Song Wenchuan to die.
The elevator opened again with a 'ding', and the leading man was surrounded by walking quickly.
Huo Ningxi was leaning against the wall, rubbing his wrist slowly. At this moment, when he saw the person coming, his back straightened all of a sudden, "Uncle."
"What about her?"
Huo Yunque raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, looked up, and saw that the little girl was standing beside the old man, completely intact.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Song Yaoyao."
He opened his lips and walked very fast.
The bodyguards he brought guarded the entire area.
In the eyes of these people, the bodyguards of the Song family were obviously not enough.
The familiar voice brought Song Yaoyao back to her senses, her brain didn't react, her body had already rushed towards the man's arms.
"elder brother!"
The cedar-like breath enveloped her, making her feel at ease.
The man raised her small face, wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you crying?"
Song Yaoyao twitched twice, pinching his sleeves with her small hands, "I couldn't hold back." Her eyelashes were wet, and her long hair was also messy.
Ever since he came in, Zhou Manli suddenly became quiet, as if someone had hit her acupuncture points, and she was sitting by the side weeping.
Song Rui's head swelled uncomfortably, and his eyes fell on Song Yaoyao. This daughter is capable, but she doesn't agree with them—
Yes, Song Ruigang realized.
When Zhou Manli said that she never regarded her as a daughter, there was no sadness in the girl's eyes. The way she looked at Zhou Manli was like looking at a stranger, neither sad nor happy, neither hated nor resentful.
"do not move."
Song Yaoyao raised her eyes, her head was gently patted, and then her eyes darkened, and she was pushed into the man's arms.
A magnetic and pleasant voice came from the top of the head, as cold as snow, but it brought Song Yaoyao a full sense of security.
"With me here, everything will be fine, huh?"
Song Yaoyao couldn't help hugging the man tightly with her little hands.
Liu Yu was dug up from the bed. At this point, he was still sleeping late, wearing pajamas and slippers with holes on his feet.
"Hey! Huo Xiaoqi! You're going too far, you know that?!"
He struggled to no avail, and Huo Qi lifted him up with one hand.
The eyes of everyone looked over.
Liu Yu plucked his messy hair twice, met so many pairs of eyes, and waved his hand tentatively, "Hi?"
The heavy atmosphere became more and more solidified, Liu Yu twitched the corners of his mouth in boredom, "So who are you trying to save by digging me out of bed?"
He knew it from the moment he entered the hospital.
"Disinfect first, don't talk nonsense!"
Huo Qi carried him to sterilize and change clothes, and then pushed him to the door of the operating room, where the dean brought him here himself.
"Wait—who are you guys?"
Zhou Manli's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she stared at Liu Yu Huo Qi and the others vigilantly, "What do you want to do? Where is my Achuan? Has he come out yet?!"
"I'm going... Aunt who are you?" Liu Yu's mouth was poisonous, and he was a genius among geniuses. Except for being honest with Huo Yunque, other people didn't have such good luck.
Mr. Huo shook his head, "What a fool! If even Liu Yu can't save him, then the gods have come, and they can't be saved!"
Song Rui was startled, "Liu Yu?!"
That internationally renowned Liu Yu? A medical genius? I heard that he didn't work in any hospital after returning to China, so it turned out that he was poached by the Huo family.