dhibooks Chapter 901 Give You a Bite of Good Luck 1
Chapter 901 Give You a Bite of Good Luck 1
"Oh my God!"
Song's mother stood up immediately, subconsciously covered her lips with her hands, her eyes narrowed, and her brows were unconsciously frowned, looking quite confused, "Qing Rang, hurry up and help your brother with clean water. Wash the wound."
"But don't scald the blisters."
Song Qingsi quickly took a pair of scissors, cut along Song Qingmiao's trousers, and then carefully removed the fabric to the side, exposing Song Qingmiao's wounds.
This is done to prevent the burn from sticking to the clothing.
After all, if the flesh and clothes were glued together, Song Qingmiao's wound would only be torn to a bloody mess when the wound was treated, and the pain would be doubled.
Song Qingrang immediately went to the bathroom to get cold water, and rushed down on Song Qingmiao's wound.
After repeated washing several times like this, the sharp pain on Song Qingmiao's wound gradually subsided, replaced by a dull pain and itching.
"Fortunately, fortunately."
Mother Song came over and looked at the wound with concern.
"Qing Rang was treated in a timely manner, so there was no blister, but Qing Miao, you still have to go to the hospital and ask the doctor to prescribe some ointment for you."
In severe cases, you may have to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.
Song Qingmiao's fair skin was scalded with a large area of redness, which looked like cooked shrimp, with a kind of indescribable horror and ferocity.
It makes people's hearts seem to tremble.
"it hurts."
Song Qingmiao's face was pale, and his lips were bitten tightly by himself, almost bleeding.
There were tears in those eyes.
After all, Song Qingmiao has been pampered and brought up by the Song family since he was born, and he has almost never received any grievances or lessons, let alone because he was sick in the womb, so he has never bumped into each other.
This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury, so Song Qingmiao could hardly control his facial expression.
Mother Song hugged Song Qingmiao distressedly.
"Qing Miao, don't be afraid. After you go to the hospital, the doctor will prescribe some ointment for you. After you apply it, the pain will be gone."
Her words were nothing more than consolation.
After all, there is no such clever panacea in this world that can make people feel no pain at all.
Song Qingmiao nodded his head sobbing.
Song Qingrang took the car keys, leaned down and hugged Song Qingmiao, he calmly nodded at Song's mother twice, pursed his thin lips tightly, and breathed even more heavily:
"Mom, I will take Qing Miao to the hospital to check the situation now."
Mother Song nodded twice.
Song Qingsi hesitated and wanted to follow along, but recalled that he still had an important manuscript to finish, so he just nodded twice in the end, exhorting:
"Big brother."
"Remember to tell us about the situation after the inspection."
Several people sent Song Qingrang and Song Qingmiao to the garage. Seeing Song Qingrang driving away slowly in the car, Song's mother was slightly relieved. She stroked her chest, with a little smoke-like sadness in her eyes , and the corners of her lips pursed a few times:
"Why is this kid so sloppy?"
"They are already in their twenties. Today, I sprained my ankle while going down the stairs, and then spilled hot milk on myself. How can I be so unlucky?"
Hearing the word unlucky, Song Qinglie's heart trembled.
He subconsciously touched his calf that was bitten by a dog, and recalled the pain of being chased by a dog for several streets not long ago, so he shivered unconsciously.
First he was unlucky, and then Qing Miao was unlucky.
What exactly is going on?
For some reason, Song Qinglie suddenly remembered the Yu Chenhan he saw at the door of the infirmary earlier.
After he entered that university, everyone was saying that Yu Chenhan was born with unlucky luck, and would even unconsciously pass his bad luck on to others. At that time, Song Qinglie suddenly heard that Song Qingmiao was in Yu Chenhan's Fainting in front of him was just finding this reason to attack Yu Chenhan.
In fact he didn't believe in bad luck or anything.
But now after seeing Song Qingmiao's misfortunes one after another, Song Qinglie unconsciously recalled Yu Chenhan's slightly silent and cold eyes.
sombre.
It is like the whirlpool and undercurrent in the dark and cold ocean, which can swallow everything at will.
It makes people shudder a bit.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Song Qingsi saw Song Qinglie's slightly terrified expression, he raised his head unconsciously and asked.
"No, it's fine."
Song Qinglie rubbed his forehead, but didn't say his unrealistic words.
After all, this is just his guess. If he said it, with the characters of his brothers and family members who protect his shortcomings, he would definitely trouble Yu Chenhan, and his family might end up with him by then. fate.
It's scary to think about it.
Not to mention that things like bad luck and bad luck are completely metaphysics, which cannot be seen or touched.
You can kill people at will.
Song Qinglie took a slow breath and limped towards the room.
I don't know why he felt a little dull in his heart, just like the heavy clouds in the sky before the heavy rain, which made his chest swell and stuffy, and he had the illusion that it was difficult to breathe, as if something bad happened It's about to happen.
Song Qingsi shrugged.
He didn't continue to ask.
Song Qingrang drove steadily towards the hospital, his eyes were straight ahead, but he asked Song Qingmiao in the passenger seat from time to time, his voice was calm and somewhat strategizing momentum.
"Qing Miao, does the wound still hurt?"
Song Qingmiao's face was pale.
He shook his head hesitantly, but his hands were tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, his arched back trembled unconsciously, and his lips turned white from being bitten.
It happened so suddenly just now, and he just thought he was unlucky.
However, after Song Qingmiao calmed down now, he belatedly recalled the rumors about Yu Chenhan's bad luck. The rumors said that Yu Chenhan was born with bad luck, and not only that, people who were close to Yu Chenhan would also become Get unlucky.
Song Qingmiao suddenly remembered the peace knot he had stolen.
Was he punished?
It was precisely because I made others steal Yu Chenhan's safety knot that Yu Chenhan's bad luck was passed on to him through the safety knot. Today, he fell down the stairs and sprained his ankle, and was also injured by the knot. Hot milk splashed all over.
Song Qingmiao was trembling with fear.
He embraced himself, trying to call out the loud and noisy voice in his mind, but his mind was quiet at this moment.
No one responded to him.
Song Qingmiao rubbed his forehead twice, and he remembered it belatedly—something seemed to have invaded the voice in his brain last night.Since last night, that voice has been completely silent, and then it has never said a word.
Yesterday Song Qingmiao was happy to get rid of that voice, but now he is afraid and nervous.
He lowered his head and buried his head in his arms, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his breathing was a bit short of breath. He looked like a frightened bird, and any random disturbance could make him tremble with fright.
"Not me, not me..."
Song Qingmiao opened his lips.
He muttered in a low voice, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "That voice insisted on me doing it, so I did it. If you have any grudges or grievances, don't come to me, go find it, it is the one behind the scenes. , it's trying to destroy you—”
Although Song Qingrang heard Song Qingmiao muttering to himself, he couldn't hear clearly what he was talking about.
"Qing Miao, are you saying—"
He turned his head to look at Song Qingmiao with concern, but he didn't say anything, but he saw Song Qingmiao looking towards the front of the car, and suddenly let out a scream, his face was terrified and nervous, and his eyes opened a little unconsciously point:
"The car, the car hit it!"
Just now, a puppy suddenly crossed the road for some reason, and Song Qing told them to dodge a car in front of the right, so he turned the steering wheel hard to avoid it, but the car suddenly lost control due to inertia, and moved toward Song Qing. The direction of their car collided.
Song Qingrang hadn't had time to dodge.
The car had already crashed into them, and then rushed towards the green belt beside the road.
Only a dull "bang" was heard.
The front of the car was already dented by half, and the door on the right side was already distorted beyond recognition. Black smoke even came out from between the two cars, and the airbag was ejected.
Both Song Qingrang and Song Qingmiao fell into a coma.
Since the direction Song Qingmiao was in was subjected to most of the impact of the vehicle, Song Qingmiao's injury was much more serious than that of Song Qingrang.Blood was continuously dripping from his forehead, and even the shattered glass on his arms and thighs was pierced into his skin, and his breathing was even weaker.
It wasn't long before an ambulance was called.
When Mother Song, Song Qinglie, and Song Qingsi arrived at the hospital, Song Qingrang had already woken up lying on the hospital bed.
His injuries can be said to be relatively minor, just a few scratches on his arms and a slight concussion. He can be discharged after a few days of rest in the hospital.
But Song Qingmiao was still in the emergency room.
He lost too much blood, and there was not enough AB blood in the blood bank in the hospital.
Hearing the doctor's words, Mother Song's blank mind finally had some messy thoughts. She broke down and shed tears, and hurriedly wanted to give Song Qingmiao a blood transfusion:
"I, I have type O blood, and I will transfuse the child."
"Mom, relatives are not allowed to transfuse each other," Song Qingsi held back Song's mother, and patiently explained to her, "It is easy to cause anti-host disease related to blood transfusion, and once it occurs, the mortality rate is as high as 90% .”
Mother Song's shoulders drooped.
She shed tears, "It's me, I'm too nervous, I've already forgotten about this—"
Song Qinglie looked at the doctor in a daze, and asked in a dry hoarse voice, "Doctor, do you mean that my younger brother has type AB blood?"
"However, my mother has type O blood, and my father has type B blood. The blood type of the child born will only be type B or type O. How can Qing Miao have type AB blood?"
As soon as he said this.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Song's mother opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and Song Qingsi's complexion suddenly turned ugly.
If the blood type is correct, wouldn't that prove——
Isn't Qing Miao a child of their family?