When Xia Lin woke up, he found himself lying in the ward with an infusion tube stuck on the back of his hand.

The environment of the ward looked familiar, as if it was the hospital he was sent to in his last life.

The gears of fate coincide unexpectedly, even in such detail.

No, Xia Lin suddenly sat up, unlike the previous life, and Song Yan!

He was about to lift the quilt and jump out of bed when he heard a familiar voice beside him: "Hey, are you trying to scare me to death by sitting up suddenly like this?"

He turned his head and saw that Ke Mei was leaning against the back of the chair, as if he had just taken a nap, feeling a little tired.

"Ke Mei," Xia Lin grabbed Ke Mei's hand as if he had seen a savior and said, "Where's Song Yan? Has he been rescued?"

"Rescue," Ke Mei reassured, "He's not dead yet, don't be so nervous."

"What about others?"

"His condition is not very good," Ke Mei said. "This small hospital can't do complicated operations, so he was transferred to the hospital in the province."

Xia Lin's heart sank: "How bad is his condition?"

Ke Mei hesitated for a moment, then said, "The left leg has a comminuted fracture. When we found him, he was already in shock. If he arrives a little later, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Xia Lin's brows jumped, he understood what comminuted fractures meant, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the worst outcome?"

"Theoretically, the worst outcome is amputation." Ke Mei said, "But you are also a medical student. You should know that there are many clinical situations, and it is not clear how the operation will go. The result is so bad, maybe the situation is more optimistic, and it will recover slowly in the future."

Ke Mei originally wanted to comfort Xia Lin, but it was obvious that Xia Lin was not comforted at all.

He couldn't imagine how much Song Yan would be hit if he lost a leg.

Ke Mei sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think about it so much, you've been trapped for so long, and your own physical condition is not very good, first lie down and take a good rest. something else right?"

Xia Lin asked, "Which hospital was Song Yan sent to, and who should I contact?"

"You lie down obediently first," Ke Mei could only coax him in a childish tone, "otherwise I won't tell you."

Xia Lin was helpless, so he had to lie back on his back and look at Ke Mei: "Can you say it now?"

"Where Song Yan was sent is not my concern," Ke Mei said seriously, "I can only tell you, now that his family has rushed over, if you have his family's phone number, you can call yourself. I asked in the past. But—" Ke Mei looked at the time, "It is estimated that he is still undergoing surgery, and it is useless if you call him now. You might as well be patient and wait."

Xia Lin fell into a long silent dog. After the silence, he seemed to remember something and asked, "How did we find out?"

"Didn't you call and tell me that if you didn't come back after one o'clock in the afternoon, I would call the city to ask for help." Ke Mei said, "As a result, a mudslide occurred before the hour, and the village chief said he came back. You have already started going down before, so we narrowed the search area in half and finally found you in the cave."

Xia Lin thought to himself, no wonder they were only found after being trapped for two or three hours in this life.

"That kid—"

"The child was fine, but was found later." Ke Mei passed by vaguely, "But the mudslide happened so suddenly, the village chief was frightened at the time, and the man in his fifties sat on his back in the heavy rain. I cried so hard that I shouldn't have let you two stay on the mountain in the first place, I should have brought you back together."

Xia Lin's nose was a little sour, and he said, "I don't blame the village chief for this, he doesn't need to blame himself like this..."

"I persuaded him that way at the time. Later, he heard that your condition was fine, and he was relieved, but Song Yan's condition was not good, so he volunteered to escort Song Yan to the provincial hospital."

When Song Yan was mentioned, Xia Lin was silent again.

Song Yan went to the mountain to accompany him, and then almost died to protect him. It is still unknown whether his leg can be saved.

Ke Mei came out of the ward and glanced vigilantly at the end of the corridor.

Song Huaijin, wearing a plain white shirt, stood there quietly, staring at him calmly.

Ke Mei took a deep breath, walked in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Are you planning to do it a second time?" There was anger in his voice.

Song Huaiji didn't show any joy or anger on his face, he just looked at him lightly: "You took the search and rescue team directly to that cave, and let them be rescued more than ten hours earlier. Isn't it too obvious?"

"The original plan was to let them fend for themselves," Ke Mei retorted, "but you set up a formation at a critical moment to kill them all. Isn't it a bit ugly?" He said, spreading his hands, "Since you don't Keeping the promise comes first, and there is no need for me to keep my promise.”

Actually you don't want them dead. "Song Huaijin didn't get angry because of his aggressive questioning, and still looked calm, "You can't do it, so I have to do it." "

Ke Mei was suddenly speechless.

He carefully calculated various factors, Xia Lin could live in the previous life, even if Song Yan was added in this life, the probability of surviving should be very high.

He told Song Huaiji that the two of them would fend for themselves. It was just a tactic to slow down the army, and he would think of other ways in the future, but Song Huaiji saw through it at a glance.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Huaiji showed a trace of pity in his eyes: "Ke Mei, have you already developed feelings for them?"

Ke Mei was startled suddenly.

"You don't belong to this plane. When you said you wanted to integrate into the society here and experience what it's like to be an ordinary person, I didn't agree with it very much. The more you integrate into it, the less you can get out of it. Now you are on a mission all the time. I've already been infected with strong feelings. Color, the tone of your questioning me just now clearly puts yourself on their side and me on your opposite, doesn't it?"