Chapter 1084: Chapter 1084: Meeting Little Caihong
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Wenjun only then turned her head, her gaze momentarily vacant.
It was not until she saw the people accompanying Wei Qingran that her eyes quickly focused, brightened up, and she swiftly stood up.
Fortunately, this was a nanny van, so it was entirely feasible for people to sit up straight inside.
Otherwise, one could easily bump their head.
“Ms. Song——”
Wei Qingran closed the car door and walked over with Jiangli and Xia Xin.
Song Wenjun looked at her eagerly.
Wei Qingran introduced, “Ms. Song, this is the Abbot Jiangli from Jiaoyang Temple that I mentioned to you, and next to her is her disciple, Master Xia Xin from Jiaoyang Temple. Both of them are very skilled masters.”
Saying this, Wei Qingran then turned to introduce Song Wenjun to Jiangli and Xia Xin.
Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun somewhat nervously extended her hand, staring directly at Jiangli, “Hello, Abbot, I am Song Wenjun.”
Jiangli reached out, gave her a slight handshake, then let go, “I’ve heard from Ms. Wei that Ms. Song’s daughter is in the hospital? So, is it convenient for us to go there directly now?”
Song Wenjun was eager for this, nodding continuously, “It’s convenient, convenient, I’ve arranged for Sister He to stay with Little Caihong in the hospital, without any other disturbances. It’s truly convenient.”
Jiangli: “Then let’s head over there first.”
Song Wenjun eagerly agreed, calling out to the driver in front to start the car.
The nanny van quickly started to move.
The airport was quite far from the hospital, by the time they got there, it was already noon.
All the way, Song Wenjun was very anxious, unable to control herself, she babbled to Jiangli about how obedient and well-behaved their Little Caihong was, implying that she hoped Jiangli would admit there was an error in the previous prediction.
Jiangli merely listened indifferently and said nothing.
This made Song Wenjun quite restless.
Seeing that she wanted to speak yet hesitated several times, Wei Qingran gently patted her on the back of her hand, suggesting she should calm down first since Jiangli hadn’t even seen Little Caihong yet, and further questioning was pointless.
Only then did Song Wenjun purse her lips and fall silent.
It was not until they arrived at the inpatient department that Song Wenjun spoke again, “My daughter’s ward is just ahead.”
Jiangli glanced in the direction she pointed, nodded slightly, and followed beside Song Wenjun and Wei Qingran to the ward.
At this time, the ward was very quiet.
A little child lay asleep on the hospital bed, while beside her sat a woman in her forties or fifties, wearing plain clothes but with an elegant demeanor.
Outside the ward, there were two bodyguards standing vigil, looking as though they were keeping idle people away.
Song Wenjun led Jiangli and others inside, then called out, “Sister He, how is Little Caihong?”
Upon hearing the noise, the woman referred to as Sister He stood up, turned around, swept a glance at Jiangli and the others, doubt flashing across her eyes, then looked at Song Wenjun, speaking softly, “Little Caihong just went for an examination, and after returning, she was a bit tired and fell asleep.”
Song Wenjun walked to the bedside, although Little Caihong only had an injury on her right leg, her complexion was somewhat pale.
Lying on the hospital bed, such a small presence, it evoked a strong sense of pity.
Song Wenjun felt terribly distressed, her eyes involuntarily turned slightly red, she stroked the child’s forehead before looking at Jiangli, and asked, “Abbot, could you see what’s wrong with our Little Caihong?”
By this time, Jiangli had already walked to the bedside.
Sister He didn’t know who she was, but heard from Song Wenjun and Wei Qingran that a famous master would be coming today.
Seeing Jiangli approaching, Sister He stepped back a little.
Making space for Jiangli.