Song Yu successfully made Meng Jianwan so angry that he snatched the door. Of course, she kicked him before leaving the door.

Song Yu held the fruit plate that Meng Jianwan had left behind and silently fell into self-reflection. He shouldn't have been talking for a while. Now that he is better, he is obviously in peace, but his relationship becomes more and more stiff.

"well--"

Song Yu sighed deeply, and ate watermelon pieces one by one with expressionless face, like a food machine without emotion.

Lin Chunhua didn't know that they had a bad time, so he stayed in the kitchen and stewed a pot of chicken soup. As usual, he put two small bowls out and gave them to the two children for drink.

"Where is Wanwan?" Lin Chunhua brought the two bowls to the living room and saw that Meng Jianwan's door was wide open and there was no one inside.

Song Yu sat on the sofa, saw this, and got up and took a bowl of soup. He was embarrassed to say that Meng Jianwan was angry and ran away, and hesitated: "She...she has gone out."

"Oh, then you can drink this bowl too. I'll serve her when she comes back." Lin Chunhua put Meng Jianwan's bowl of chicken soup on the coffee table in front of Song Yu. "I put the mushrooms I picked on the mountain two days ago. The soup tastes so fresh, you can try it."

Song Yu took a few sips and the chicken soup was delicious. With wild mushrooms, the taste was even higher and it tasted very delicious.

However, when he mentioned the mushrooms, he remembered the embarrassing incident that happened this morning. He paused and asked with a smile: "Grandma, is this mushroom not poisonous?"

"How is that possible?" Lin Chunhua waved his hand, "I recognize the types of mushrooms, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Song Yu felt relieved and drank the chicken soup in the bowl. Under the old lady's loving gaze, he also drank the bowl of chicken soup that belonged to Meng Jianwan.

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Meng Jianwan left the house and called the half-aged child in the village to play basketball at the open-air basketball court next to the nursing home.

She has always been the king of children. When she was tired of playing, she sat on a wooden chair next to the basketball rack. She took out the cash from her pocket and waved to a little kid and asked him to buy ice cream. The remaining money was regarded as his errand fee.

The little ghost head held a handful of change and ran away happily.

Not long after, he came back with a bag of ice cream. Meng Jianwan took a grape-flavored one and let them share the rest.

She tore open the wrapping paper and pinched the lower end of the egg roll. As soon as she took a bite, the cell phone in her pocket buzzed and vibrated. She straightened one of her legs and took out the phone to connect. The old lady's anxious voice came from the other side of the phone: "Wanwan, where are you? Come back quickly, something is wrong with Xiaoyu!"

Meng Jianwan felt depressed when he heard the name, and took a big bite of ice cream. He was so cold that he was shocked. He said slowly: "What's wrong with him?"

She guessed that Song Yuba probably couldn't find her, so she used her grandmother to persuade her to go back.

Lin Chunhua was so anxious that she patted her thighs at home that she almost burst into tears: "I seemed to have eaten the wrong thing for him. He is not very conscious now and is talking nonsense."

"What?!" Meng Jianwan stood up, walked home, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I didn't eat."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll go back right away."

Meng Jianwan hung up the phone, threw the ice cream that he had bitten in his hand into the trash can, and borrowed a bicycle and rode it back with the kid in the basketball court.

As soon as she got home, she saw the neighbor uncle put Song Yu's arm around her neck and helped him get into the car. Lin Chunhua and an aunt were working behind her, preparing to take Song Yu to the hospital.

"Grandma, don't follow me, I'll accompany Song Yu to the hospital." Meng Jianwan didn't enter the house, so he hurriedly explained and got into the car directly.

Lin Chunhua responded and told the neighbor to drive the car faster.

Meng Jianwan sat next to Song Yu. Song Yu squinted his eyes, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his arms were slashing randomly in the air, as if swimming in the water, muttering words in his mouth: "I swim and swim, and I'm swimming to the bottom of the sea, so many colorful little fish! I want to catch one, ah, I can't catch it!"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Uncle Dequan, the neighbor's aunt man, stepped on the accelerator and the car was running fast. While saying to Meng Jianwan, "It seems that he was poisoned by mushrooms, so he has to be sent to the hospital in the town."

Without saying that Meng Jianwan also saw it. She had repeatedly told Lin Chunhua not to go to the mountain to pick mushrooms. The old man is old and has dizzy eyes. How can he tell whether those mushrooms are poisonous or not? If he accidentally eats them, he will vomit and diarrhea at the least, and die at the worst.

Meng Jianwan didn't breathe in one breath, and Song Yu next to him suddenly hugged her and shouted: "Wow, I caught a pink elf. Hey, stop flying, I'm dazzled."

"Don't fucking elf, be honest!" Meng Jianwan held Song Yu's arm, helped him sit firmly, fixed his body, and prevented him from moving.

Uncle Dequan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, looked at them in the rearview mirror, and said with great experience: "He has hallucinations. If you say this to him now, he can't hear it."

The car drove to the hospital door. Before it could stop, Meng Jianwan opened the car door and jumped down, headed straight to the emergency department on the first floor, and brought a few medical staff to carry Song Yu in to induce vomiting and gastric lavage.

Meng Jianwan sat on a chair outside the clinic, with his legs open and his elbows on his knees, and bent down at the phone with only 15% of the battery left.

Someone patted her on the shoulder, Meng Jianwan raised his head, and Uncle Dequan handed her a bottle of mineral water: "Don't worry, your boyfriend is strong, we will send him to the hospital in time, it's okay."

At this time, Meng Jianwan was too lazy to correct the title of "boyfriend" with him. He took the mineral water and thanked him, and held it in his hand and didn't drink it.

After waiting for a long time, no movement came out. Meng Jianwan got up and walked through the corridor, went to the bathroom at the end, stood in front of the bathroom, and took a handful of cold water on his face.

The smell of the hallway disinfectant was a little pungent, mixed with the smell in the bathroom, which was disgusting. She held her breath and came out soon.

Uncle Dequan sat in front of her. Meng Jianwan pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands and face. He lifted up his eyelids and looked at the time displayed on the LED screen in front of him. It was almost seven o'clock.

She pinched the tissue into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and said, "Or why don't you go back first, I'll just wait here."

"It's not a problem. It's not too late to leave when someone wakes up." Uncle Dequan said, "If I just go back like this, your grandmother will not know the situation when she asks me, so I can't tell her."

Meng Jianwan nodded silently, leaning against the snow-white wall of the hospital, looking at the promotional poster for preventing influenza on the opposite side. After posting for countless years, the edges turned yellow.

She took out her cell phone and was about to browse the web to divert her attention. She saw that she had only a little battery left, stuffed it back into her pocket, inserted her hand into her pocket, and looked at the closed door beside her.

After a while, the door finally opened. The doctor walked out of it, took off his gloves and threw it into the big blue trash can next to him, and said something to the person behind him.

Meng Jianwan walked up to ask about the situation: "Doctor, how is he doing?"

"The delivery was timely, and there was no big problem," the doctor said.

Meng Jianwan didn't notice that after hearing this, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, his legs were soft and he felt a little exhausted.

A moment later, Song Yu was pushed out. He lay on the moving hospital bed. His cold face was not bloody at all, his lips were pale, his golden silk-framed glasses were taken off, and the white light hit his face, making him look even more fragile.

Uncle Dequan felt relieved when he heard that people were fine. He stayed with Meng Jianwan here to take care of him and drove back first.

It was late at night and Song Yu woke up leisurely. Only one sleeping lamp was turned on in the ward. The light was dim and hazy, which made him not come back to his senses for a long time and he couldn't figure out where he was.

"woke up?"

A clear voice broke the silence and recalled the dazed person's thoughts.

Song Yuxun looked at him, his eyes were blurred and his expression was a little confused.

Meng Jianwan knew it, picked up the glasses on the bedside table and put them on his face. He blinked gently and saw her face clearly: "Wanwan?"

"Well, it's me." Meng Jianwan looked at him, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled less obviously, "Isn't you shouting at the elf now?"

Song Yu: "..."

The memory of hallucinations was not cleared from his mind, he remembered it clearly.

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Chapter completed!