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Chapter 238 The Woman Who Understands Him Best

With the captain's clear and steady announcement of arrival, the plane returning from Switzerland landed smoothly at Beiping International Airport.

The travelers, returning from their tiring rest, began to pack their luggage in an orderly manner, preparing to disembark.

Inside the first-class cabin, Liu Shishi slung her backpack over her shoulder and waited for a while, but Song Ci didn't get up. So she quickly walked over to see what her boyfriend was doing.

When she got to Song Ci's side, she saw her boyfriend curled up in his seat, looking dejected.

His face was flushed with a sickly redness, and his handsome features had lost their former radiance; he looked extremely haggard.

Upon seeing this, Miss Liu was shocked and looked anxious: "Darling, what's wrong?"

After saying that, she reached out to touch Song Ci's forehead and felt that her boyfriend's forehead was burning hot, obviously he had a high fever.

"It's so hot!" Miss Liu cried out anxiously, "Help! Someone come quick!"

Tang Yue and Song Xueying, who were originally standing in front of the cabin door waiting for their boss to come out, exchanged a glance after hearing the boss's wife's call and then hurriedly ran over.

The first-class flight attendants, hearing the commotion, reacted quickly and rushed over. This flight carried the richest man; they couldn't afford any mishaps.

In his hazy state, Song Ci seemed to hear Liu Shishi calling him. He barely opened his eyes and saw his girlfriend staring at him anxiously.

I tried to sit up straight, but I felt sore and weak all over, and couldn't muster any strength, so I could only slump in my seat.

Seeing her boyfriend slowly open his eyes, Liu Shishi immediately took his hand and asked with concern, "How are you feeling, darling?"

Tang Yue, the bodyguard, arrived at the two men's side at this moment. After just one glance at the boss's condition, he immediately judged that the boss had obviously suffered a sudden illness.

He was always calm and collected, and showed no sign of panic at this moment. He decisively instructed Song Xueying, "Assistant Song, quickly arrange a vehicle to take the boss to the hospital."

Song Xueying was initially a little flustered, but seeing Tang Yue's composure, her tension gradually subsided: "The car is in the parking lot. I'll contact the driver immediately to get ready."

Although Song Ci was extremely unwell, she was still relatively conscious after opening her eyes and forced herself to stay awake: "Take me directly to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and call my father."

Seeing that his boss was logical and had good judgment, Tang Yue felt reassured and said, "Boss, I'll carry you on my back."

Song Ci nodded slightly; this was not the time to be stubborn.

Seeing that the boss agreed, Tang Yue knelt down in front of Song Ci without saying a word, and instructed the people around him, "Miss Liu, Assistant Song, lend a hand and help the boss up."

"I'll help!" Upon hearing the news, Wang Sicong and Hu Ge rushed over and immediately stepped forward to help. Each of them carefully pulled Song Ci's arm and helped him onto the bodyguard's back.

Tang Yue felt the heavy weight on his back, adjusted his posture slightly to steady Song Ci on his back, then exerted his strength to stand up and strode towards the cabin door.

"Get out of the way, move aside."

As the flight attendant made way for him and several other flight attendants, she asked in a flustered manner, "Sir, do you need our help?"

Tang Yue had no time to answer; he headed straight for the gangway without looking to the side.

Liu Shishi followed quickly, her gaze never leaving Song Ci, her face filled with concern and self-reproach. She lamented that she hadn't paid enough attention to Song Ci and hadn't noticed his condition sooner.

Hu Ge, Wang Sicong, and the others were also in a flurry of activity, and they all followed them off the plane.

In an instant, the huge first-class cabin became empty.

The flight attendant watched the departing passengers, her heart heavy. She sternly questioned, "Huang Yue, what kind of work are you doing? Why didn't you notice anything unusual about the passengers when you were serving meals and checking seatbelts before they disembarked!"

Flight attendant Huang Yue looked aggrieved, her eyes red with distress: "When we served the meal, Song Ci seemed quite normal. He said he had no appetite, and I didn't dare to say anything. Before we arrived at the station, when they were checking the seat belts, I thought he was resting with his eyes closed, so I didn't dare to disturb him."

The flight attendant looked helpless; Huang Yue had learned her lesson from her inexperience. She sighed softly, hoping the tycoon was alright, otherwise everyone on the flight, from the crew to the service staff, would be held accountable.

Inside the most upscale VIP ward of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the light was bright and warm, but a sense of tension and anxiety permeated the air.

On the pristine white sheets, Song Ci lay quietly, her face deathly pale and bloodless, appearing exceptionally weak.

Outside the ward, nurses hurried about, busily preparing for the unexpected arrival of this important patient.

Inside the ward, everyone except Liu Shishi was waiting in the corridor outside.

Song Zhang stood by the hospital bed, his expression calm. His many years of rich medical experience allowed him to judge that his son's problem was not serious; it was probably just a high fever caused by a sudden inflammation.

Even so, he was still very concerned about his son's condition. As soon as he received Liu Shishi's call, he made all the necessary arrangements to ensure that his son could receive the best care.

"Director Jiang, what do you think?" Song Zhang touched Song Ci's forehead again, feeling the burning temperature, and asked an elderly doctor with gray hair standing beside him.

The doctor, referred to as Director Jiang, carefully examined Song Ci with a stethoscope, his expression calm:
"Director Song, I don't think it's a big problem. Xiao Song has a high fever and abdominal pain. Judging from the current symptoms, it may be acute gastroenteritis."

However, given your son's special status, to be on the safe side, let's have him undergo a blood test and an endoscopy.

When Liu Shishi first heard the doctor say the problem wasn't serious, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, when the doctor suggested further examination, she looked pitifully at Song Zhang:

"Uncle, please give Yi Yi a thorough check-up. He used to be very healthy, you know, he's hardly ever been sick since he was a child."

Song Zhang had always been kind and gentle to his well-behaved future daughter-in-law. Seeing that she was restless and worried, he offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry, I'll arrange everything. There shouldn't be any major problems on New Year's Day. You should ask your friends to go home first; it's not good for them to crowd outside the ward."

When Miss Liu heard Song Zhang say this, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved. She knew her future father-in-law's medical skills, so she nodded and turned to walk out of the ward.

As soon as Sister Yi opened the ward door and came out, Cai Yinong and the others rushed forward to ask, "Shishi, how is President Song?"

"It's not a big problem. The doctor said it's a fever caused by acute inflammation, but just to be on the safe side, we'll do a check-up later."

Upon hearing this, everyone relaxed, their tense nerves relaxing. When Song Ci got off the plane, he looked quite frightening.

"Sister K, Si Cong, you must be tired after a flight of more than ten hours. You should go back first."

Cai Yinong nodded slightly, knowing that he wasn't close enough to them to be the ones guarding the place.

"Alright, since President Song is alright, we'll head back now. We'll come back to visit him again once he's recovered a bit." "I'll come back in a couple of days!" Wang Sicong waved and left gracefully.

After seeing everyone off, Liu Shishi breathed a sigh of relief, tidied her stray hairs, and turned back to the ward to accompany Song Ci for her check-up.

After a lot of fuss, including blood tests, anesthesia, endoscopy, and other tests, we waited for the results.

More than an hour later, Liu Xiaoxian, who had heard the news, rushed to the ward. Looking at the sickly Song Ci, she felt heartbroken and became even more dissatisfied with Liu Shishi.

Her own healthy and precious son got so sick after just one trip with her. She can't even take care of her own husband. It's outrageous.

Liu Xiaoxian had a cold face, remained silent, and looked very displeased.

Standing by the bed, Liu Shishi felt uneasy under her future mother-in-law's sharp gaze and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Just as the atmosphere in the ward was extremely oppressive, Song Zhang returned with the test report.

"How were the test results? Will everything be fine for New Year's Day?"

"Uncle, how is Yi-yi?"

The two women asked their questions almost simultaneously, their words intertwining, both showing their deep interest in Song Dynasty poetry.

Song Zhang looked relaxed and spoke in a soothing tone: "It is indeed as Director Jiang and I judged, an acute inflammation."

It's possible that the inflammation in my body, caused by being in a foreign country and the change in environment, has been building up for a few days, which is why it suddenly flared up and the symptoms are quite severe.

"It's alright, Yuan Dan is in good health, she'll recover and be discharged after a few days of IV fluids and rest."

Liu Xiaoxian and Liu Shishi felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, Song Ci gradually woke up from her drowsy anesthesia state, moved her body slightly, and pursed her lips.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoxian, who had been watching her son closely, thought he was about to speak, so she quickly leaned down to dissuade him: "The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, don't talk, just rest."

“Auntie, Yi-yi might be thirsty.” After saying this, Liu Shishi looked at Song Ci with a gentle expression and spoke softly:

"Yiyi, you just had anesthesia, so it's not a good time to drink water yet. If your mouth is dry and uncomfortable, can I use a cotton swab to moisten your lips with some water?"

Song Ci nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction showing on his face. Miss Liu understood him best.

Seeing her boyfriend's response, Liu Shishi knew she had guessed correctly. Overjoyed, she quickly poured water, dipped a cotton swab in the water, and applied it to Song Ci's chapped lips.

Liu Xiaoxian opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back when she saw Liu Shishi's focused and gentle expression.

He simply stood there quietly, watching Liu Shishi's every move, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

After Liu Shishi finished her work, Song Zhang said to his son, "You should rest first on New Year's Day. The nurse will come to give you an IV drip in a little while."

Just as Song Ci was about to close his eyes to rest, he suddenly felt the room lights were dazzling. The strong light made his eyes very uncomfortable. He always had a habit of not liking overly bright environments when resting.

Seeing her son open and close his eyes again, Liu Xiaoxian quickly went to his side: "Is he still thirsty, son? Shishi, give me the cotton swab, I'll dip it in some water for him."

Liu Shishi had been paying close attention to Song Ci's subtle movements. Seeing her boyfriend squinting his eyes, she, with her keen and perceptive mind, immediately guessed Song Ci's meaning.

"Auntie, it's probably because the overhead light is too bright and dazzling, making Yi Yi uncomfortable."

After speaking, Ms. Liu first turned on the soft bedside lamp, and then pressed the switch for the overhead light, instantly making the originally bright ward much darker.

Liu, who had returned to Song Ci's side, gently pulled the blanket up for her boyfriend, her movements tender and caring, her face full of affection: "Yi Yi, is this alright? You should get some rest."

A faint smile appeared on Song Ci's lips as she closed her eyes again, settling down to rest.

Liu Xiaoxian stood there dumbfounded, witnessing Liu Shishi's meticulous care for her son. She was deeply impressed by how Liu Shishi could perfectly understand Song Ci's thoughts with just a gesture or a glance.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. Perhaps in her own eyes and in the eyes of others, Liu Shishi and Song Ci weren't the most well-matched couple. But at this moment, she clearly felt that the woman who understood and loved her son the most in this world was definitely Liu Shishi.

Their childhood sweetheart relationship, refined by the passage of time, has become unbreakable; this profound affection is irreplaceable by anyone.

As his son drifted off to sleep, Song Zhang turned his gaze to Liu Shishi. Seeing her weary expression and her eyes fixed on Song Ci, he asked with concern:
"Shishi, you must be exhausted after a long day. You've been taking care of Yuandan and worrying about her all the way here. Go home and rest first. Don't worry, I'm here at the hospital, everything will be fine. I'm a doctor too, I'll definitely take good care of Yuandan."

Liu Shishi shook her head, gazing at Song Ci's relaxed face, as if speaking to Song Ci's parents, or perhaps murmuring to herself: "Yi Yi is my man. He is sick now, and I just want to stay with him."

Hearing these incredibly tender and affectionate words, Song Zhang was momentarily stunned. A flood of emotions welled up within him; time truly flies by so quickly.

It feels like that little girl who used to follow her son around all the time has really grown up. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, and the two children are now starting their own families.

"Then you can stay here." Song Zhang was about to leave the ward with his wife when he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. He turned back to look at Liu Shishi, his tone solemn:

"Shishi, once you recover by New Year's Day, please invite your parents over for the Spring Festival. Our two families can sit down and have a good talk."

Miss Liu was initially surprised, but then she realized what Song Zhang meant and was overjoyed: "Thank you, Uncle."

Then, turning his gaze to Liu Xiaoxian, he saw that she remained silent, seemingly in agreement, and quickly added, "Thank you, Auntie!"

He gently closed the door and left the ward. In the corridor, Song Zhang saw his wife hesitate and asked curiously, "I thought you were about to say something."

Liu Xiaoxian sighed. She had initially been somewhat bothered by Liu Shishi's profession, feeling it was mismatched with her son's. But after witnessing the unspoken understanding between the young couple, she suddenly felt much more at ease.

Ultimately, it's up to her son to live his own life. Her interference only makes Song Ci unhappy, so why add to her troubles?

She glanced at her husband and feigned anger, replying, "What, in your eyes, am I the kind of wicked mother-in-law who breaks up couples? You, the head of the family, just made a promise to her, do you think I would let you lose face in front of your future daughter-in-law!"

Song Zhang chuckled, wanting to ask, "Who was it that used to dislike Shishi so much?"

However, everything was going smoothly and things were developing in a positive direction. He was too lazy to argue with his wife; family harmony was the most important thing. As long as his son was happy, nothing else mattered.

(End of this chapter)