58、Hard to draw bones

  The cicada woke up in the afternoon, the room was quiet, with white walls on all sides, and the tree shadows outside the window were lightly reflected on it. The ears still only had endless cicada sounds, tirelessly flowing into the sea.

  She knew where this was - a ward in Jiangning Hospital. Which was also the hospital of Jiang Yuan's family.

  Although the hospital rooms in this world are not much different, the wards of Jiangning Hospital have their own characteristics: outside the white walls, the tables and chairs are all refreshing green, elegant and quiet.

  She was all too familiar with Jiangning Hospital. When she was a child, she would sneak into the hospital almost every week, walking past the doors of each department and ward, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jiang Yuanfan's shadow from the tables, chairs, doors, and windows. Later, when she was with Jiang Yuanfan, she thought that all her efforts had finally come true.

  The cicada's wings fluttered again, and the memories before it fell into a coma were replayed. I don't know if it was because of this sleep, but everything before seemed like a dream: the green rock, the train derailment, the moment when life and death passed by each other, the white wolf falling off the cliff with the heavy carriage... all became unreal and misty.

  How could a wolf save her and fall off the cliff itself... It must all be wrong, it was just a dream.

  "Mayfly, have you woken up?"

  The door was filled with the excited and tearful voice of Qin Ya's mother, who had already grasped her hand tightly, "Child, you're finally awake, I was so scared to death. If I had known that something unexpected would happen on the train, I wouldn't have let you go."

  Meng Yan's eyes were dry as she stared at her mother and asked, "I was sent to the hospital, what did they say?"

  "Is it just a coincidence that the train derailed, or is there another reason?" Qin Ya thought her daughter had just woken up and might not have fully recovered yet. "Everyone on the train was shocked, and many were hospitalized together, but none of them are seriously injured; only you fainted, with the most severe condition."

  "Uh, mom, you're overreacting, I just took a big nap, it's no big deal, don't worry."

  The appearance of the white wolf is too strange, she still didn't tell her mom about it, so as to avoid worrying her.

  After resting for two more days, she can be discharged from the hospital. After hanging IV drips for two days, at the time of discharge, she was again lively and energetic. When handling the discharge procedures, she asked around about "Little Red" in a roundabout way, but unfortunately, "Little Red" was actually the name she had given to others, so the hospital staff couldn't provide an answer.

  She rummaged through her memory again and found that the only person she knew by name was Ye Shusen. She could only wait patiently to visit Ye Shusen after being discharged from the hospital, so as to know what had happened after she fainted.

  In fact, she didn't want to go find Ye Shusen. Maybe it was because of his insistence on taking pictures that made Mochen unhappy.

  Back home, Mei Xian dawdled until dinner time and still gave Mo Qiu a call. Mo Qiu should know what Xiao Hong's surname is and who she is, and also...she wanted to know about Mo Xie's situation.

  She didn't know what was wrong with her, she just inexplicably worried about Mo Xie. Maybe it was because of that white wolf, but she wanted to make sure everyone around her would be safe.

  Mo Xu's phone was answered, and Moxi directly asked Xiao Hong. Mo Xu hesitated with her words. Moxi laughed, "Master, if you pretend I don't know, it can only mean that you're an idiot."

  Mo Xu was speechless for a moment, and after a while, she muttered, "Then let's call him Little Red. I'll rename him today."

  "What's this?" Mochen felt it sounded awkward no matter how he listened to it.

  Mo Chou murmured, "His name is Hong He. He also likes red, so calling him Xiao Hong is quite suitable. His generation is younger than yours, so giving him a nickname wouldn't be excessive."

  Mo Xu said so, and Meng Yan didn't ask much either. She called Mo Xu, originally the focus was not on Xiao Hong, but on Mo Xie.

  "...... Xiaoxie, are you okay?" she asked carefully, "Is your body feeling better and eating well?"

  Mo Xu hesitated for a while before forcing a smile and saying, "Yes."

  "Alright, I'm hanging up. Please give my regards to Third Uncle Gong, Mo Yan and Little Demon."

  It's as if there were a thousand words to say, but none of them knew where to start. Mo Xiu had always been with Mo Ye, and when Mo Xiu answered the phone, Mo Ye should have heard it too, but there was no response at all - forget it then, forget it.

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