Chapter 19

The next morning, Shen Zhao woke up from her sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment above her head.

Feeling a little dizzy, Shen Zhao sat up and found a towel on the pillow. She remembered that the towel was hanging on the table, and there was also the air conditioner. She didn't seem to have the air conditioner on last night.

She was stunned for a while, and intuitively told her that Song Ling had come in last night.

She looked down at her clothes, then looked up at the door, slightly annoyed, she should have locked the door, because she was so tired last night that she forgot even the basic precautions.

Get out of bed, change clothes, wash up, open the door and go out.

The door on the opposite side was closed, and she was stunned for a while. Just as she was about to go downstairs, the phone rang suddenly. She looked down and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

After a moment of hesitation, he connected, "Hello."

"Miss Shen, I'm Ji Mingshu, are you up? I'll take you to the hospital now." There was a warm voice on the phone, it was Ji Mingshu.

Shen Zhao reacted and said hurriedly, "Okay, I'm already up." She paused, and caught a glimpse of the closed door opposite, and asked again, "Did Song Ling go to the company?"

Ji Mingshu said, "Yes, the boss went to the company early in the morning." At the end, she added, "Is Miss Shen looking for the boss? You can tell me if you have any needs, or I will go to the boss to convey, it is also fine."

Ji Mingshu is indeed very attentive, and everything is impeccable, so that no one can pick out a single mistake.

Shen Zhao eased her attitude, and she said warmly, "I'll ask if it's okay, thank you Mingshu."

Ji Mingshu was driving the car, the corner of his mouth curved slightly, and said, "Miss Shen is very polite."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao went downstairs, walked to the kitchen, and found a post-it note on the refrigerator with beautiful handwriting.

She peeled it off, and it read: "There is breakfast in the kitchen warmer, remember to eat it."

Shen Zhao lowered her eyelashes and was stunned for a while. She walked to the other side and pulled out the heat preservation cabinet below, which contained eggs and a large bowl of vegetable porridge.

Very light.

After breakfast, the doorbell rang.

Shen Zhao went to open the door, and Ji Mingshu stood at the door.

"Morning, Miss Shen." Ji Mingshu pursed his lips and greeted her.

Shen Zhao also slightly curved his lips, "Morning."

"The number I called you in the morning is my mobile phone number. Miss Shen can save it. Now I am Miss Shen's driver and assistant. You can tell me anything you need."

Shen Zhao nodded lightly, "Okay, thank you."

Ji Mingshu bent the corner of his lower lip, and the two went out to the hospital.

After Shen Zhao arrived at the hospital, the doctor informed him that Shen's father woke up early in the morning. Surprised in her heart, she rushed to the ward and found Father Shen lying on the bed. He heard the voice, opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were slightly moist.

With an oxygen mask on his face, he couldn't speak.

But seeing her father open her eyes, Shen Zhao was already very excited, she cried and laughed happily, "Dad..."

Father Shen could hear Shen Zhao's voice, but he couldn't speak. He looked at his daughter leaning over beside the bed, with tears streaming down his eyes. He wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

Shen Zhao understood, she grinned, her fingers gently wiped the tears from the end of his eyes, and said softly, "Dad, don't worry, it will be fine, you will be fine..."

Ji Mingshu stood outside the door. She glanced at the two people beside the bed, and felt a little moved. She lightly raised her hand and wiped the end of her eyes, then turned to leave.

The phone rang, she glanced at the call, and then connected, "Hello, I'm Ji Mingshu."

Half a minute later, Ji Mingshu, who was walking towards the elevator entrance, suddenly stopped without knowing what to say. She was stunned and asked with a frown, "Are you sure? There's no room left?"

After another two words, Ji Mingshu lowered his long eyes and said in a low voice, "Okay, I see."

It was gloomy outside, and the rainy ground yesterday was still wet and not dry, reflecting small puddles. Ji Mingshu drove out of the hospital and went to the company.

On the top floor of the Song Group's office, Song Ling had just finished the morning meeting when he caught a glimpse of Ji Mingshu coming out of the elevator.

Song Ling held the document in her hand and asked as she walked, "Did you take her to the hospital?"

Ji Mingshu followed behind her, nodded and said, "Well, Mr. Shen has woken up."

Song Ling raised her eyebrows, "That's good."

After taking two steps, he suddenly asked, "How about the matching thing?"

Ji Mingshu was stunned for a while, remembering the phone call just now, she paused before saying, "There is a problem..."

Song Ling's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly stopped to look back at her. She narrowed her long eyes and was slightly displeased: "What's the problem?"

Ji Mingshu said: "The bone marrow donor I found in the blood group bank was contacted later, and the other party suddenly didn't want to."

Song Ling's brows furrowed even more, and the situation changed suddenly. The bone marrow match was the first condition for her agreement. If there was no suitable match, Shen Zhonghua would definitely die.

Song Ling felt a little irritable, she raised her head and asked, "Who is the other party?"

Ji Mingshu guessed her intention, froze for a moment, and then said: "The identity of the donor is strictly confidential, the hospital will not disclose it, and," she lightly paused, "the hospital stipulates that if the donor regrets temporarily, it is also acceptable. Yes, there will be no responsibility. The parties are not allowed to contact the donor privately."

Song Ling pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

If you can't find a match from the beginning, you will regret at most, but the most terrifying thing is this, giving people hope and taking it away with your own hands, which is more desperate and sad than no hope.

Song Ling turned around and walked towards the office, her voice indifferent: "Keep watching, if there is more news from the blood group bank, it must be settled immediately."

It is not easy to find a match.

Shen Zhonghua's condition is very serious, and even ordinary adaptors will be at risk. To ensure that everything is safe, the only thing that needs to be done is that the adaptor's compatibility is as high as possible.

For a while, Song Ling was suddenly afraid that Shen Zhonghua would be too late.

In the hospital, Shen's father recovered very well in the past two days, and Shen Zhao also rekindled hope. Now just need to wait for father's health to recover. With a bone marrow adaptor, after surgery, everything will be fine.

For two or three days in a row, Shen Zhao made nutritious meals with his own hands every day, returned to Song Ling's villa in the morning and evening, and rushed to the hospital to take care of him before dawn.

Because of the rush, Shen Zhao's condition has also improved, and his attitude towards Song Ling is much better than a few days ago. Sometimes when the two met each other when they went out in the morning, she would take the initiative to say hello to Song Ling.

But the matter of bone marrow matching is still not settled.

At five o'clock in the evening on Tuesday, Song Ling went to the hospital to see Shen Zhao and Shen's father after finishing the company's affairs.

Father Shen was already able to speak, but Shen Zhao didn't tell him about his deal with Song Ling, only that he was a friend and borrowed a sum of money, so Father Shen was very polite to Song Ling.

In the evening, Father Shen finished dinner and talked to Shen Zhao for a long time. The doctor said that he needed more rest now, and he should not be too distracted, so it didn't take long for the doctor to let Shen Zhao stay in the ward.

Shen Zhao closed the door and came out. Seeing Song Ling still sitting at the door, she froze for a moment and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Ling looked up and saw her coming out of the room and standing by the door. She looked at her lightly, and said softly, "Let's go with you."

Shen Zhao pursed his lips and did not speak. Although the two of them lived under the same roof these days, Song Ling was still quite safe and did not do anything excessive to her. In addition, she was busy with work, so the two There is almost no intersection.

Sometimes Shen Zhao even thought, does Song Ling really like her?

She couldn't see the slightest bit of her affection on her body.

But if you don't like it, why spend so much time and energy breaking into her life and forcing her to have no way out?

She didn't understand the crazy woman in front of her.

Shen Zhao took two deep breaths and suddenly said, "Tomorrow... Sier will come to Jiangcheng."

Song Ling lowered his long eyes, and his gaze suddenly narrowed when he looked at the floor tiles. Then he returned to indifference, and hummed in a cool voice: "Remember to break up."

Still ruthless, there is no room for negotiation.

When Shen Zhao heard her cold voice, helplessness and despair filled her heart. She suddenly approached the person in front of her, squatted down in front of her, and looked up at Song Ling.

Song Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes fell on Shen Zhao's face.

This was the first time she saw Shen Zhao's low profile, even if she asked for her when the two of them were fighting each other before, she had never done this before.

Song Ling looked at those eyes, which were as warm as water, with a faint hint of something that could soften one's heart.

She called her softly: "Song Ling, do you like me?"

Song Ling glanced at her, and her heart suddenly missed two beats. She suddenly didn't know the intention of the person in front of her, so she fell into those nostalgic eyes and let her control the entire stadium.

Song Ling just stared at her so lightly, without saying a word.

Shen Zhao raised her clean face and looked up at her, her voice unconsciously soft and soft, she asked, "Didn't you say before that you want to pursue me? Then, in a fair and upright way, you pursue me , even if I owe you that money, I will return it to you in the future, and you pursue me in a normal way, okay?"

Song Ling stared into her eyes, never thinking that Shen Zhao would say such a thing to her.

A fair way... Song Ling laughed, raised her fingers and slowly sketched her face on the side of her forehead, with a carelessness, and finally her fingers stopped at her lower jaw, she pinched it, exerted a little strength, her voice was as cool as water, laughing : "Shen Zhao, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

There is no fair way, she thought she would say something else, but it turned out that she was just unwilling to break up with Raisel.

There is no fairness, she wants to play herself around.

Song Ling was slightly sullen, stared into her eyes, and said, "I only give you three days to break up. This is the last time I will tell you about breaking up. Now all the decision-making power is in your hands. It's up to you to decide whether or not to save the person who needs to be saved."

Shen Zhao's complexion was like white paper, his eyes were filled with despair and emptiness, and he stared at the person in front of him sluggishly.

There is no way out, she lost all her dignity for the last time, and she still can't change anything.