Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: A Dark Figure
As soon as Wei Qingran pressed the call button this time, doctors and nurses quickly rushed in.
The doctor was also startled by Little Caihong’s current state and hurried to examine her.
Seeing this, Wei Qingran quickly walked over to Song Wenjun.
Song Wenjun was suddenly bounced onto the nearby sofa, as if she had fallen hard, taking a long time to regain her senses.
Wei Qingran approached and took her hand, only to find it trembling uncontrollably and icy cold, as if it had no warmth at all.
Wei Qingran was shocked, and immediately stared at Song Wenjun’s face, asking, “Teacher Song, how are you feeling? Are you unwell anywhere?”
Song Wenjun’s face appeared a bit blue, as if she were frozen, her body trembling for a long time before regaining consciousness, her hollow eyes gradually finding focus.
Wei Qingran softly asked, “Teacher Song, how do you feel now?”
Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun looked at her and took a deep breath, as if she had just come back to life, regaining awareness of controlling her body. She forced herself up with Wei Qingran’s help, “I, I am fine…”
Wei Qingran stared fixedly at Song Wenjun, somewhat worried, afraid that something might happen to her.
The earlier Song Wenjun was terrifying, not at all like the Teacher Song Wei Qingran remembered.
She was fearful that Song Wenjun might lose control again.
Song Wenjun waved her hand, struggled to straighten up, pushed Wei Qingran’s hand away, and walked to the bedside.
She was about to inquire about her daughter’s condition.
Sister He, who was nearby, saw her approaching and frantically ran over, standing in front of the bed, nervously looking at Song Wenjun, “Teacher Song, Little Caihong’s condition is unstable right now, perhaps it’s best if you don’t come over…”
Song Wenjun’s heart sank abruptly; she knew Sister He was afraid she might harm Little Caihong again.
Her heart ached immensely, as if a large part of it had been hollowed out, but she wasn’t angry with Sister He. She was heartbroken about how she could have suddenly lost control and done such a thing, tears welling up in her eyes.
“The doctor is examining her, let’s go and talk,” Wei Qingran suggested, seeing the doctor attending to Little Caihong.
Little Caihong’s breathing seemed to be gradually stabilizing, and her originally strangely bent legs were slowly relaxing and straightening out on their own.
All of this was incredibly mysterious.
Wei Qingran frowned, supporting Song Wenjun, exchanged a look with Sister He, hinting for them to step outside to talk.
Sister He was quite worried about Little Caihong, as she was a child she had watched grow up, just like her own child.
But, seeing the room full of doctors and nurses, there shouldn’t be a problem, and taking Song Wenjun away might be safer for Little Caihong.
With this in mind, Sister He nodded, allowing Wei Qingran to support Song Wenjun out first, then followed closely, watching Song Wenjun intently, afraid she might suddenly turn around and make a surprise attack.
Once outside the ward, Wei Qingran led them into the safe passage and asked, “What exactly happened?”
Sister He cast a frightened glance at Song Wenjun, frowned, and whispered, “I don’t know either…”
All she knew was that she had run back breathlessly and as soon as she entered, she saw Song Wenjun choking Little Caihong’s neck.
Recalling that scene now, Sister He still felt her heart racing, unable to calm her emotions.
She couldn’t comprehend why Song Wenjun would treat Little Caihong in such a manner.
She had quite a lot of interaction with Song Wenjun usually and could tell that Song Wenjun was very fond of her daughter.
However, the more she thought about it, the more the image of Song Wenjun’s past affection for Little Caihong and the recent image of her choking Little Caihong’s neck lingered in her mind.