Ying Shao is a Girl

Hospital.

Dusk has been completely swallowed up by night.

The bustling imperial capital is brightly lit.

The footsteps in the hospital corridor were light and quick.

People talked softly.

The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

Depressing and dull.

The neighbor's aunt suddenly stood up from the chair in the hospital corridor when she saw Ling Yiche coming.

"Xiao Che, you are here! Go see your mother quickly!"

"Okay, thank you Aunt Wang."

"Shao Yun's family members are here? Come and sign!"

The doctor wearing a mask shouted.

"I am her son."

The doctor glanced at Ling Yiche and said, "The patient's condition is not optimistic and he needs surgery immediately. You sign here first and then go to the front desk to pay."

Ling Yiche nodded.

He picked up a pen and signed the surgery agreement. His hands were shaking because he was too nervous and worried.

Ling Yiche's fingers were stiff and he couldn't sign with the pen.

My hands won’t obey my command!

"Please sign as soon as possible and don't play with the patient's life!"

The doctor looked very serious and urged Ling Yiche to sign.

The more he pressed, the more anxious he became.

Ling Yiche also wanted to sign properly.

But due to excessive tension, his hands failed to control his movements.

What should I do?

Ling Yiche was really on the verge of crying.

"Don't be afraid."

Ying Junchu's cold voice came, with reassuring power.

"Don't be nervous and sign well."

Her bony hand gently held Ling Yiche's right hand.

He felt himself relaxing a little, and his hands seemed less stiff.

Finally signed.

The handwriting is crooked, but it can be clearly legible.

Ying Junchu let go of his hand without leaving any trace.

His white hands moved slightly.

The residual warmth of her palm still remained on the back of the hand.

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Ying Junchu helped Ling Yiche pay the fee at the front desk.

Got everything sorted.

She saw this scene when she came back.

The boy hugged his knees tightly and sat on the bench in the corridor. His head was buried in his arms, only half of his furry head was exposed.

Lonely and helpless.

The lights in the operating room were still on.

The dim light in the corridor stretched his shadow very long, like these endless years.

Ying Junchu quickly walked to the boy's side.

The footsteps were silent.

"don’t worry."

She tried to make her voice softer, but it still sounded cold.

Ling Yiche noticed a sound above his head.

Familiar voice.

He looked up at her.

The eyes were slightly red, and the blue eyes were misty, like an injured little rabbit.

A distressing look.

Ying Junchu sat down next to him.

The cold fragrance of her body hit his face, dispersing the strong smell of disinfectant around him.

There was a moment of silence.

"What happened to your mother?"

Ying Junchu was the first to break the silence.

After careful consideration, she finally asked Ling Yiche.

As usual, she wouldn't meddle in other people's business.

Shao Yun is a complete stranger to Ying Junchu, so what happens to her has nothing to do with him.

But because of Ling Yiche,

Time and time again she made exceptions.

The young man shook his head, and a white mist rose again in his eyes.

"I don't know. I really thought my mother's condition was getting better and I promised her to be discharged from the hospital. In fact, my mother's condition is actually getting worse!"

"It's all my fault! It's my fault for not taking good care of my mother!"

Ling Yiche's eyes were filled with self-blame and regret.

The thin and thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

He was really afraid of losing Shao Yun.

After all, Shao Yun is his only relative in the world.

Ying Junchu didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

There was no trace of impatience on his face.

She had never comforted others, and now that she was in a situation like Ling Yiche's, she didn't know how to comfort him.

She was afraid that if she didn't say what she wanted, it would be counterproductive.