Because the appointment with Song Yan was cancelled, Xia Lin had a whole day, so he sat in the library with his laptop for a day.

After proofreading all the course papers in hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and found that night had fallen silently.

He put away his laptop, went to the cafeteria to eat something, and walked towards the dormitory.

Along the way, he kept looking at his watch—Song Yan said that he would call him after the meeting, but it is past seven o'clock in the evening, and their meeting is not over yet? Or has Song Yan long since forgotten what he promised him?

At this moment, the phone rang, and Xia Lin picked it up like a conditioned reflex: "Song Yan?"

"Uh, is it Xia Ershao?"

Xia Lin frowned, the caller ID was Song Yan's number, but it was obviously not Song Yan himself. He called himself Ershao Xia after hearing him speak, presumably he had made some preparations.

"I am. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, I'm Master Song's personal assistant - our young master suddenly fainted this evening and has been sent to the hospital for treatment. He kept calling your name when he was in a coma. I think the nearest contact on his phone is you. , so I took the liberty to call you."

Xia Lin was taken aback and asked, "How is he now?"

"I heard from the doctor that the syncope is caused by excessive fatigue, and it will be fine after a few days of recuperation, but because the young master hit his head when he fainted, it seems that he had a slight concussion, so he has not woken up."

Xia Lin couldn't hold his breath: "Which hospital is he in, tell me the address, I'll go there now."

"Okay, I'll send the specific address to your mailbox in a while," the assistant said politely, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Xia Lin called the class guide to ask for leave, and took the train to D city that night. When he arrived at the hospital, it was almost midnight.

Song Yan lived in the highest-end VP ward of the hospital, and the assistant was still standing outside the door. When he saw Xia Lin, he quickly greeted him: "Second Master Xia, you are finally here."

Xia Lin looked at the ward and asked, "How is he now?"

"I woke up once in the middle, and the situation was not very good."

"how?"

"It seems that there is some problem with self-recognition, and the spirit is not normal. The doctor said that it may be caused by a concussion and needs to be observed for a few more days. But the young master has been very emotional, so the doctor gave him a tranquilizer. He has been asleep for a few hours since then and doesn't know when he will wake up."

Xia Lin's heart was sore, but he forced himself to remain calm, patted his assistant on the shoulder and said, "It's hard for you, you go back to rest first, I'm here."

The assistant thanked him gratefully, and rambled: "Young master, he is just too tired to do this. He just came back from city B and held a whole day of meetings. He collapsed as soon as he left the conference room, master. I'm not in the country, and it will take a while before I come back. The young master has no one close to me besides me. Fortunately, there is a second young master Xia. I heard that you are the son of the young master, and I feel more relieved. Thank you so much!"

Xia Lin thought that Song Yan would be tossed like this, and he also had a responsibility that he couldn't shirk. He comforted the assistant a few words and let him leave.

There are two nurses in the V|P ward, but Song Yan is still in a drowsiness. They have nothing to do, so they are all dozing off in the room outside.

Xia Lin pushed open the door of the ward and saw Song Yan lying motionless on the bed with a bandage on his forehead, his face very pale.

He sat down beside the hospital bed and held Song Yan's hand gently, feeling distressed and unable to restrain himself.

More than ten hours ago, this person was still talking to him on the phone, telling him to wait for him to go back, but now, he is already lying in the hospital, unaware of personnel matters.

"Song Yan," he leaned over and whispered in Song Yan's ear, "I'm here, Song Yan, can you hear me? Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

As if sensing something, Song Yan's fingers moved slightly.

Xia Lin was overjoyed and said again and again: "Song Yan, I'm Xia Lin, if you can hear me, open your eyes, okay?"

Song Yan's breathing began to quicken, his brows furrowed, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were spinning rapidly, as if struggling in a dream, but also in great pain.

Suddenly, Song Yan sat up abruptly, staring straight ahead with blood-filled eyes, sweating profusely all over his body, and panting heavily like the rest of his life. Xia Lin was taken aback by his appearance, and triedHe called out, "Song Yan?"

Song Yan was stunned, turned his head, and looked at him incredulously: "Xia Lin, are you... still alive?"

Hearing this, Xia Lin was stunned for a moment. Thinking of some possibility, he immediately took a step back and his face turned pale.

Song Yan didn't wait for him to react, and then hugged his head in pain and muttered to himself: "No, of course you are not dead, how can I think you are dead, how can I watch you?die."