Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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Xu Jiamu finished pressing Song Xiangsi's feet and helped her put on her shoes again before asking: "Are you better?"

Hearing Xu Jiamu's voice, Song Xiangsi rushed back to her mind. She hurriedly lowered her eyes to cover the tears under her eyes, nodded her head lightly, and sucked two mouthfuls of yogurt.

Xu Jiamu stood up, took a wipe, wiped the safflower oil in his palm, and then leaned back against the wall opposite Song Xiangsi.

The corridor was quiet, and I didn't know how long it had passed. Xu Jiamu's cell phone suddenly rang, and it was extremely harsh in the silence.

Xu Jiamu got out his phone and saw the name of the caller ID. Then he suddenly thought that he had forgotten Yang Sisi who was still at the dinner. He walked away from Song Xiangsi before he answered.

Although Xu Jiamu deliberately suppressed his voice very low, Song Xiangsi also heard something faintly.

"Sorry, I suddenly had something to do, and I forgot to tell you... where are you now? I sent someone to pick you up and send you home... Okay, um, no problem, I will definitely apologize to you, um , 88, go home and go to bed early."

Xu Jiamu hung up the phone and walked back again. When there was still about two meters away from Song Xiangsi, Song Xiangsi suddenly turned his head and said: "Thank you tonight, it is not too early, you go back early have a rest."

"It's okay." Xu Jiamu said lightly, and leaned back on the wall seat that he had originally leaned against.

Song Xiangsi moved his lips without saying anything. The corridor was calm again. This time it took about five minutes. The door of the operating room was opened, and Song Xiangsi stood up suddenly, even Xu Jiamu followed. Stand up straight.

The attending doctor came out first. He took off his mask and shook his head solemnly at Song Xiangsi, who was approaching.

Xu Jiamu looked at Song Xiangsi subconsciously, with a worry in his eyes.

Song Xiangsi blinked at the attending doctor twice before asking: "What do you mean?"

"Miss Song, please mourn and change." The attending doctor lowered his head slightly before continuing to say: "Mr. Song is old and his physical function has been degraded. If the second operation is done hard, the risk is great. The operating table will not die at any time. If you maintain the status quo and take the medicine on time, I am afraid that you can still live for a while. How long depends on the mentality of Mr. Song."

Song Xiangsi's body shook slightly, and Xu Jiamu quickly hugged her shoulders and asked the attending doctor: "What about your dean, I want to talk to him."

"I'm really sorry, even if you hired the best doctor to come, I'm afraid you can't go back to heaven." The doctor in charge said apologetically, and then said: "Miss Song, Mr. Song is still awake, he I have something to tell you, go to the intensive care unit and wait for him."

After talking, the attending doctor continued to bow to Song Xiangsi and Xu Jiamu.

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Song Xiangsi entered the intensive care unit alone. Father Song was half sitting on the hospital bed, with a needle hanging on the back of his hand. It seemed to be energetic. He saw Song Xiangsi and immediately smiled, then patted himself. Seat: "Sisi, come and sit."

Song Xiangsi yelled, walked over to sit down, and then her hand was grabbed by her father: "Sisi, Dad knows, Dad's time is running out, and I told the doctor that I will no longer receive treatment."