She was very serious, her curled eyelashes were like a butterfly about to fly, trembling slightly with her breathing. She is delicate and beautiful, like a doll in a window when she is not talking.
Wei Ning opened his mouth, puzzled, "Mr. Shen, what do you mean?"
He didn't dare to think that the genius doctor was Song Yaoyao at all, he only thought that Song Yaoyao might be a relative of the genius doctor or something else.
He hurriedly softened his voice and asked: "Little sister, is the miracle doctor who cured Mr. Shen your grandfather? Can you please help me to intercede, my mother is seriously ill, I implore the miracle doctor to save my mother!"
After all, he didn't care whether Song Yaoyao could bear the ceremony, and bowed.
Song Yaoyao's dazed face made a fool out of nothing? What the hell!
"Why-"
Mr. Huo's eyes slanted, and naturally a bodyguard came to help Wei Ning up.
He crossed his legs cheerfully, "Boy of the Wei family, our family is still young, she can't bear such a big gift from you. What's more, whether it is cured or not depends on fate. It doesn't mean that if a genius doctor takes action, it will definitely be cured, do you understand that?"
Although Wei Ning didn't know why Mr. Huo was so protective of Song Yaoyao, he nodded immediately.
Respectfully and humbly, "Yes, I understand what you said. In fact, I just don't give up. Other hospitals have sentenced my mother to death. Now it's just dragging the day, but my mother didn't enjoy it at all when she was young. I have to suffer such a big crime in my later years, I..." He said with a sore nose, and quickly raised his head to hold back his tears.
It is said that men do not flick their tears lightly, but it is not yet the time to be sad.
A tough man who is about 1.8 meters tall, still can't help crying when talking about his mother.
"So don't worry, I just want to try again, even if, even if it really can't be cured, I won't blame anyone."
This is fate, if it can't be cured this time, Wei Ning doesn't want to make any more troubles.
After so long, his mother was already tired.
"Well, it's good that you understand."
Mr. Huo nodded, and patted Song Yaoyao on the head, "That girl, for the sake of his filial piety, why don't you go and see it with him some other day?"
Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly when she heard the words, her voice was waxy, and she readily agreed, "No problem!"
Then she looked at the bewildered Wei Ning, and stretched out her small hand to say hello, "Hi, my name is Song Yaoyao."
Wei Ning was at a loss, the huge drop made him burnt out.
Did he really understand what the two old men meant? Did he get it right
He looked at the little girl in front of him, she stretched out her white and tender hands, her black and white grape-like eyes were blinking, cute and cute!
He stretched out his hand to hold her tremblingly, and her little hand was as soft as cotton.
Like Wei Ning, who has been on missions, the hand that holds either a knife or a gun, comes and goes in the wind and rain. Squeezing this little hand, he didn't dare to exert any force at all.
At this moment, he had a real feeling.
Neither of the two old men knew how to joke. Since they said so, there is a high probability that it is true.
Thinking of this, he became excited, bent down suddenly, and used honorifics.
"Hi, hello! I'm Wei Ning!"
Song Yaoyao was taken aback by his enthusiasm, she raised her hand, but didn't.
She pursed her lips, and her hands hurt from being pinched.
Seeing this, Mr. Huo raised his eyelids, and reminded coldly, "It's almost done, this is the child raised by that kid in my family. If you keep holding it, you won't be afraid that he will come back to trouble you?"