CHAPTER 669: CHAPTER 155: GRANDFATHER’S ACCIDENT

To evade the subordinates and informants of Xi Mohan, she didn’t dare to stay in those luxury hotels, but could only manage to stay in some small hotels and even hostels that didn’t require identification, and she hadn’t even had a proper meal for so long.

Once, she even passed out from a fever in a small hostel; if the landlady hadn’t come up to check when she didn’t appear at checkout time, she might have died there unnoticed.

Even when she felt unwell, she dared not visit a large hospital for fear of being discovered by Xi Mohan’s people, resorting instead to buying some medicine from a pharmacy.

Raising her slender fingers, she spread them out, gazing intently at them before suddenly dropping her hand to clench a fist at her lips, coughing once more.

In the room of barely a dozen square meters, the skinny girl, almost without a trace of flesh, curled up on the white blanket in a fetal position as if to protect herself.

The moderate-sized room filled with muffled coughs and very soft, barely audible sobs.

...

At noon, just as Song Qiao was preparing to take Qin Zhe and An Ke to a nearby restaurant for lunch, she received a call from the hospital.

She excused herself to Director He, Qin Zhe, and the others with a brief word and then dashed down the stairs, hailed a cab on the roadside, and raced to the hospital, her hand tightly clutching her mobile phone, her face growing increasingly pale.

The taxi driver, while driving, kept glancing at Song Qiao in the rearview mirror. Noticing her pallor, he asked during a stop at the red light, "Miss, are you okay? You don’t look very well."

Coming back to her senses, Song Qiao turned to the driver and shook her head, "I’m fine."

However, as she spoke, she felt her voice shake and the hand gripping her phone seemed even whiter.

The call from the hospital had said her grandfather’s last surgery was quite successful, and there had been no rejection issues until now. But for some reason, he had collapsed on his way to the hospital garden earlier today and was now rushed into the operating room. She had to get to the hospital immediately to sign the consent forms.

Most importantly, the doctor on the phone had warned Song Qiao that this time, her grandfather’s surgery could be life-threatening.

Because something had triggered a rejection response in him that hadn’t been there before.

Minutes later, as soon as the cab stopped at the hospital entrance, Song Qiao paid the driver, didn’t wait for her change, and hurriedly opened the door and dashed towards the hospital.

The taxi driver had just leaned down to give her change when he looked up and saw Song Qiao had already bolted out of the car and into the hospital. He hastily opened his door and called out to her, "Miss, I haven’t given you your change yet."

However, Song Qiao, as if she hadn’t heard him at all, disappeared into the hospital in an instant.

The driver stood there unsure what to do next. Just as he was about to bend down to grab his keys, he caught a glimpse of a bag on the back seat from the corner of his eye.

...

Maybe Song Qiao was running too fast and didn’t see the person coming toward her at the corner; she collided with them head-on. Before she could even cry out from the sudden pain in her forehead, she was thrown to the ground, her hands hitting the floor hard, sending waves of pain through her.