Chapter 232 Another car accident
At the door of the operating room of a hospital in Nanchang, a middle-aged woman in a plain long dress looked haggard, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and prayed to the wall, praying that her child in the emergency room would be safe.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps running towards this side quickly. The woman stopped and looked towards the sound. After seeing who was running towards them in a hurry, she could no longer control her suppressed emotions.

"Why did you come just now!" Lin Qinfang threw herself at Song Zhenglin with red eyes.

Song Zhenglin breathed rapidly and explained with heavy gasps, "I encountered an accident on the way here."

"Are you okay?!" Lin Qinfang anxiously checked if he was injured.

"I'm fine, I was just stuck in traffic."

In fact, when he was driving over here just now, he was almost hit by an out-of-control truck. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have been dead.

Song Zhenglin casually explained the thrilling incident and asked with concern, "Is the child okay? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said...said..." Lin Qinfang's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence, "The doctor said...our Xiaofei's right leg needs to be amputated."

With a bang, Song Zhenglin's mind went blank, and his body fell weakly onto a stool beside him. "How could it be so serious that he needed amputation?"

It was just a fight between colleagues, how did it turn into amputation?
Lin Qinfang recounted the story in bits and pieces. This morning, their son Song Fei went to work as usual. While waiting for the traffic light, he met a former colleague. The two had some arguments over previous work matters, and then the two started pushing and shoving, and Song Fei was accidentally pushed onto the road.

Just at that moment the green light came on and a bus passed by. Song Fei fell in the driver's blind spot and the bus fell directly on his right leg, crushing it to pieces.

...It was also a car accident.

Song Zhenglin felt a chill on his back, and the fear of the unknown squeezed his throat tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Qinfang couldn't help but complain, "Has your family been cursed or is there something wrong with the ancestral grave? Why do things keep happening to your family?"

Something bad happened in other families not long ago, and now something bad happened in their family again, and her unlucky daughter Yuanyuan was involved as well.

Thinking of her daughter who died early, Lin Qinfang was even more sad.

She turned her head and stared at the three glaring red words on the door, praying in her heart that her son was safe.

Lin Qinfang's words seemed to have hit Song Zhenglin's sore spot. His face did not look very good, and his hands on his legs tightened unconsciously. What Yang Fan had said before kept appearing in his mind, and there was a bit of struggle and entanglement in his eyes.

Just at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the name displayed on the phone screen, he suddenly had a bad feeling. When the call was connected, the person on the other end spoke quickly and urgently. As he listened to the call, all the color drained from Song Zhenglin's face, and his face turned frighteningly pale.

Lin Qinfang beside him looked at him nervously, "What's wrong? What happened?!"

"Grandpa is sick, I'll go over to see him!" Song Zhenglin said this and left in a hurry.

"Oh no, your son is still in the operating room!"

Lin Qinfang turned her head to look at the operating room at the back, then turned back to look at Song Zhenglin who had already run away, and stomped her feet in anger. She didn't understand whether her own son or others were more important.

But soon that anger was replaced by a bad premonition, and the angry expression on her face turned into nervousness and fear. Her son had just had an accident, and the old man, who used to be in good health like a young man, was also admitted to the hospital. Her mind uncontrollably thought of the child who had died in an accident not long ago.

Could it be that their family really got into some big trouble?

Suddenly she felt a chill on her back, and the empty and quiet corridor was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Lin Qinfang swallowed nervously and sat on the stool. Her body was tense and she kept comforting herself in her heart that it was all coincidence, all coincidence, there was no such thing as supernatural powers in this world.

On the other side, Song Zhenglin took a taxi to a private hospital. Because of the accident on the road, he didn't dare to drive his own car. When he arrived at the hospital, he found that the situation was more serious than he thought.

His grandfather lay unconscious on the hospital bed, relying on machines to breathe his last.

In the VIP ward, the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

"Uncle Deming, what's wrong with you?" Song Zhenglin asked in a low voice, with a hint of caution in his tone.

Not only was his grandfather sick and in the hospital, but his cousin Song Deming was also lying in bed with thick bandages wrapped around his legs and hands. He looked terribly gloomy, completely different from the amiable old man he used to be.

Everything was fine last night, why is everything like this today?

"I fell down on my way out."

Song Deming's face looked extremely ugly. This was the most serious injury he had suffered in the past few decades. It was all because he accidentally stepped on a banana peel and when he fell, he accidentally knocked over the iron decorations on the table next to him.

The heavy iron block hit his hand and broke it.

And at that time, the iron lump was just a few centimeters away from hitting his head.

"Dad, why don't we go find Taoist Yan Qing?" Song Zhengmin, who was sitting on the sofa, had a look of fear on his face. He was afraid that he would be the next one.

He is afraid of death.

"Yeah, why don't we find someone to contact Taoist Yan Qing."

Song Zhengmin's wife Yao Lanli, who was standing by holding her son in fear, immediately agreed and said that she was very afraid that something would happen to her son.

Song Jiabao, who was already eighteen years old, was somewhat reluctant to be so close to his mother. With an impatient expression on his face, he moved to the side.

There was also a young woman next to her holding a girl who was about ten years old.

Song Deming's face was gloomy. He did not answer them. He just kept his gaze on the girl with a cold look.

Being looked at like this by him, the girl shrank back into the woman's arms in fear.

The woman was obviously also very afraid of Song Deming, with a hint of fear on her face, but she hugged the girl tightly, using her body to block out the cold gaze, and turned her face away, so that no one could see the tremendous hatred hidden in her eyes.

Song Zhenglin noticed his gaze and couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and used his body to block Song Deming's sight.

Song Deming's gaze became even more sinister and creepy. Song Zhenglin had always been afraid of this cousin, but he still stood there with his head held high.

After a long while, Song Deming moved away from Song Zhenglin. He said, "It's just a small matter. Don't make a fuss."

He then turned his face and scolded Song Zhengmin and his wife, "What era is it now? You still believe in these things. Did your brain get stuck in the door?"

Song Zhengmin and his wife were scolded severely. They were very unconvinced but due to the other party's authority, they dared not resist and could only be scolded.

After Song Deming finished scolding Song Zhengmin and his wife, he looked at the young woman and girl next to them. His expression instantly changed and he became that amiable old man.

"Yueyue must be scared. Grandpa is fine." He said to the young woman, his daughter-in-law Qian Xiaotao, "Xiaotao, you are tired too. Take the child home and have some rest."

Qian Xiaotao nodded timidly and left with the child. The cold gaze behind them followed them until the door closed, blocking the cold gaze.

(End of this chapter)