Chapter 19 Sister, Xiao Feng Don't Cry_2

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That day, his son cried inconsolably, saying all the words of regret he could, never anticipating that a few days later, an uproar would erupt at the hospital.

They said the hospital was responsible for the death of his mother.

At first, everyone thought he couldn't accept the truth and treated him with sympathy and compassion until someone overheard the phone call the son made.

He actually wanted to use the compensation demanded from the hospital to win back his ex-girlfriend who had dumped him.

Song Xiu was silent for a long time after hearing this.

"He is also a pitiable person."

So lowly submerged in love, and just as lowly giving up on his own life.

But Ji Sang just coldly curved the corners of her mouth; she was used to the world's cold darkness, yet she couldn't help feeling outraged upon hearing such a story.

"Pitiful? Indeed pitiable, but such a person is also the most despicable."

Like a leech eroding his own mother, so incompetent as to focus his resentments on his deceased mother.

Ji Sang's lips tightened straight, her good mood from the morning instantly collapsing, her complexion also darkened, causing Song Xiu to subconsciously lighten his footsteps beside her.

"Sister Ji, what should we shoot?"

Logically, if it was for the collection of video material for the continuation of the promotional film, they should be gathering statements from the Third Hospital's medical staff.

But he arrived in haste and didn't bring a video camera. And... it seemed Sister Ji didn't want to shoot.

So, did they really come to Third Hospital just to understand what happened?

All this, the station's reporters already had covered.

Ji Sang raised her eyes and asked him:

"As the public, what do you most want to see among these few hospital disturbances?"

The Third Hospital issued a statement, but the fervor of the incident had not subsided, and the public's opinion was polarized, debating each other's responsibility and asking whose fault it was.

Song Xiu scratched his head, not answering.

He didn't know how to answer, as in his life, hospital disturbances would never happen. His family would only seek the most authoritative and trusted doctors domestically and even globally.

Ji Sang was silent for a moment, suppressing the confusion in her eyes and sighed,

"Let's go..."

"Be careful!"

Song Xiu quickly pulled Ji Sang aside as a little boy running over bumped into his leg, stopping abruptly.

Thump — the little boy sat down on the ground, with a helpless look in his eyes as he gazed at the two people in front of him.

Ji Sang was startled, wresting her arm free and quickly crouched down to help the little boy up.

"Little friend, are you okay?"

The little boy didn't cry. With Ji Sang's help, he stood up and patted down his pants.

"Xiao Zhi is strong, Xiao Zhi is brave, Xiao Zhi won't cry."

Ji Sang's hand movement paused, the light and shadows in her eyes flickering, and those remote, blurry memories interlaced chaotically in her mind, a muddled and complex mess.

"Sister, Xiao Feng is well-behaved, I didn't go and fight with them for food."

"Sister, I'm not hungry, Xiao Feng won't cry."

"Sister, I secretly saved a bun, let's share it."

"Sister, my head hurts so much, and my stomach too, did the reporter aunty forget about us?"

"Sister..."

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Ji Sang watched the little boy in front of her quietly, as if trying to recall the image of Xiao Feng from her memories, unknowingly her eyes reddened.

That memory was something she never wanted to touch.

Unwilling to think, unable to think, refusing to think, yet always, in some moments, the heavens seemed to pull her into those vague, chaotic, unbearable memories.

She couldn't think clearly about anything, yet the sorrow was so vivid and profound.

The little boy looked bewildered and asked cautiously,

"Sister, did I hurt you? Please don't cry, sister."

Song Xiu suddenly bowed his head, his eyes filled with alarm as he saw the startling tears on Ji Sang's face, he quickly bent down, and moved the little boy to the side.

"Sister Ji, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xiu tried to help her up.

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"Sister Ji, did you get hit?"

Ji Sang turned her head, looking at the flustered Song Xiu in front of her, and asked dazedly,

"What's wrong?"

She seemed to awaken from a trance, with the sorrow in her eyes not yet fully dissipated.

Song Xiu opened his mouth, his throat moving up and down a few times, suddenly finding himself unable to speak. He just raised his hand and pointed at her face.

Ji Sang's lips parted slightly, and she mechanically lifted her hand to wipe her face.

Her hand came back wet.

Suddenly coming to her senses, she hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face and said woodenly,

"Why am I crying?"

Then she cracked a faint smile.

How could she cry when she couldn't even remember what happened?

Seeing her like this, Song Xiu felt a wave of panic inside. It took great effort to stabilize his emotions before he helped her to stand up. The air seemed to fall silent for a moment. Song Xiu took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Ji Sang.

"There's a restroom if you turn left ahead."

Ji Sang took it, lowered her eyes to suppress the emotion within, and entered the restroom without a word.

Song Xiu stood still, watching her disappearing figure, deep in thought.

The little boy tugged at Song Xiu's clothes,

"Big brother, did I hurt sister when I bumped into her?"

Song Xiu was taken aback, then crouched down, softly ruffled the boy's hair, and said gently,

"No."

"Then why is sister crying?"

The worry in the little boy's eyes was careful, as if he feared that Ji Sang was crying because of him.

Song Xiu's eyes softened, and his hand that hung down gently grasped the little boy's,

"Brother doesn't know either, but sister isn't crying because of you, okay?"

The little boy seemed to half understand.

Then Song Xiu realized that he hadn't seen any adults looking for the boy for quite some time, and his brows furrowed,

"Xiao Zhi, where are your parents?"

The little boy smiled sweetly,

"Daddy is with mommy and my little sister."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a man, looking frantic, ran up from not far away,

"Xiao Zhi, what are you doing here?"

"Daddy!"

The little boy joyfully threw himself into the man's embrace. Song Xiu straightened up and slightly nodded, briefly explaining what happened just now, not forgetting to add a compliment,

"Xiao Zhi is very brave and sensible."

The man's guarded look in his eyes relaxed, he thanked Song Xiu, and left carrying the little boy.

Song Xiu turned around and saw Ji Sang had already come out, watching the direction in which the two were leaving,

"That's Xiao Zhi's dad, what's wrong?"

Ji Sang shook her head.

She just thought the man looked somewhat familiar.

Song Xiu didn't ask further, glanced at the time on his phone, and remembering how pale she'd looked last night in the hospital, asked softly,

"Sister Ji, shall we go..."

To eat?

Song Xiu's words were interrupted by a ringing sound. He then saw the woman take out her phone, and as her eyes touched the screen, the previously subdued mood vanished completely.

Was it really just an alarm?

Ji Sang's lips curved into a slight smile,

"Let's go, we'll get something to eat."