Ying Shao is a Girl

Ling Yiche quickly found the sewing box beside the bed.

Open the cloth sewing box.

Inside lies an exquisite vintage wooden comb.

Wooden combs are made of valuable and fine wood.

It has intricate patterns carved on it.

The comb handle is inlaid with small and exquisite nephrite, exuding a faint light.

The comb tail is a hollow half-moon.

The wooden comb exudes a light wood fragrance.

It smells good.

Why have I never heard my mother mention a comb before?

There was a neatly folded piece of paper clamped between the teeth of the comb.

Ling Yiche took the note off the comb.

He unfolded the note.

The flowing and flowing regular script on the paper came into view.

"Comb it all the way to the end.

Two combs of white hair reach the eyebrows. "

Who gave this to my mother?

It can't be Zhang Hong.

Ling Yiche knew full well what kind of person Zhang Hong was.

Huhuhu————

The windows creaked due to the wind, and the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, suddenly darkened. Dark clouds quickly covered the sun, the light dispersed, and the world was tightly wrapped in darkness.

It's when the storm is about to come.

I have to send it to my mother quickly before it rains heavily.

No matter who gave it to mom.

That person must be very important to her, that's why her mother cares about him.

He wanted to send it to his mother as soon as possible so that she could see it when she opened her eyes after the operation.

She will be happy.

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Ling Yiche took a taxi and returned to Imperial City Hospital.

Bang bang bang---

Big raindrops kept hitting the car window.

The rain is getting heavier.

The taxi's windshield wipers kept swiping back and forth.

Pedestrians on the road held umbrellas and left in a hurry.

The leaves of the sycamore tree were turned over by the strong wind.

Some were even knocked to the ground by raindrops.

It may rain heavily.

A bad feeling came over me.

Ling Yiche squeezed the wooden comb's hand tightly.

Take a deep breath.

It'll be okay.

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Finally, we arrived at Imperial City Hospital.

Ling Yiche got out of the car after paying and quickly ran to the hospital.

He quickly found Shao Yun's operating room.

The lights in the operating room were still on and the operation was continuing.

He sat on the bench in the corridor to rest, panting slightly. He had been running a little fast just now.

The wind is so strong outside that you can hear howling from here.

Ling Yiche silently observed the scene in the hospital.

Doctors in white coats and masks walked back and forth, their steps light and quick.

The expressions on everyone's faces were serious.

He looked tired but his eyes were bright.

The lights in the operating room suddenly went out.

It went out without warning.

The doctor came out of the operating room, and the surgeon's steps were heavy.

He regretfully told the young man in front of him: "We have tried our best."

The doctor announced Shao Yun's death in just a few words.

It was like several huge rocks pressing on Ling Yiche's heart, making him unable to breathe.

W-why?

He staggered and almost fell.

It was hard to stand firm.

He looked at the doctor in disbelief.

Mingming also made an appointment with her mother to get her a wooden comb so that she could see it after the operation.

Mom also said that she should accompany her and make delicious food...

Were they all lies to him?

His clear eyes were filled with unspeakable sorrow.

"The patient had no desire to live. During the critical period of the operation, due to the patient's unstable heartbeat and abnormal mood swings, an accident occurred..."

Ling Yiche looked at the doctor blankly.

There was a roar in his head, and he could only see the doctor opening his mouth, but could not hear what the doctor was saying.

There was only one voice echoing in his mind at this moment.

He has no mother anymore.

Shao Yun was pushed out, and a white cloth covered her face.

Ling Yiche rushed to the surgical cart and took Shao Yun's hand.

Her fingers were cold.

There is still a little warmth in the palm, but the little warmth left is fading quickly.

become cold.