Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 227 It Was You Who Made the Wish

The corridor outside the emergency room was long and the lights were a stark white, making people's faces look bloodless.

Song Wentao ran over from the other end of the corridor, his leather shoes clicking on the floor, his tie askew, and the hem of his shirt sticking out from his waistband.

Zhang Xuejuan followed behind, running slower, her face pale and her lips trembling.

"Where's Huanhuan? How is Huanhuan?"

She grabbed Song Wentao's arm, so nervous that she could barely walk.

Song Wentao didn't speak, staring at the closed door of the emergency room, where a red light read "In Surgery".

Xiao Yunqing sat on a bench outside the emergency room, her school uniform stained with Song Huan's blood, as were her hands.

She lowered her head, her ponytail came undone, and her hair hung down, obscuring her face.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was covered in tear stains, and her lips were chapped.

The moment she saw Zhang Xuejuan, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Zhang Xuejuan walked over, bent down, and hugged her.

Xiao Yunqing clutched Zhang Xuejuan's clothes tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xu Wan rushed over from the other end of the corridor, her coat buttoned up wrong, her hair disheveled, and her face showing panic.

Xiao Haifeng followed behind, taking long strides, and they arrived quickly.

When Xu Wan saw Xiao Yunqing's appearance, her eyes immediately reddened. She went over and took her from Zhang Xuejuan's arms.

Xiao Yunqing threw herself into Xu Wan's arms and finally burst into tears, "Mom...it's all my fault...I wanted to eat bowl cakes...I told him to go..."

Xu Wan patted her back repeatedly, without saying a word, tears streaming down her face.

Song Wentao stood at the entrance of the emergency room, looking at the door and then at Xiao Haifeng.

His voice was low and deep. "Where is the driver who caused the accident?"

Xiao Haifeng walked up and stood next to him. "It's under control now. He admitted to speeding and running red lights."

He paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, "His wife's water broke, and they were rushing to the hospital..."

Song Wentao fell silent.

He turned around and looked at the window at the end of the corridor. It was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything.

He clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white, then slammed it hard against the wall.

With a muffled "bang,"

Xiao Haifeng sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "It's good that he's alright, it's good that he's alright."

Zhang Xuejuan stood at the entrance of the emergency room, her hands clasped together, muttering something to herself.

Tears welled up in my eyes but didn't fall.

She dared not cry.

She was afraid that once she started crying, she wouldn't be able to stop.

Xiao Yunqing leaned against Xu Wan's chest, tears still streaming down her face, her voice hoarse.

"Mom, he's bleeding so much... so much blood... no matter how I call him, he won't respond..."

She stretched out her hand and looked at the dried bloodstains on her palm.

"It's all blood...it's all his blood..."

Xu Wan took her hand in her own, holding it in her own palm. "It's okay, he'll be alright."

……

In fact, at the moment of being hit by the car, Song Huan felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if she had experienced it somewhere before.

"The deceased, Song Huan, suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder with severe depression. She was hit by a speeding truck driven by Xu and died at the scene."

Judging from the voice, it sounds like a forensic doctor.

died?

No, didn't I die suddenly in my past life? How did I end up being hit by a car?

And I have a mental illness? How come I didn't know that?

What on earth is this "post-traumatic stress disorder with severe depression"?

How come my name outlives me?

As Song Huan listened, he felt his mind was in a mess and a sharp pain, making it impossible for him to remember anything.

It seems that it was a very painful memory, and the brain selectively blocked that memory in order to protect itself.

In that chaos, Song Huan felt herself sinking, but there was nothing she could do.

All I could feel was the powerful pounding of my own heart.

It was dark all around; I couldn't see or hear anything.

Then he heard a voice, very far away, as if it were through several walls.

But the voice was getting closer and closer.

"Song Huan, don't die, I beg you, don't die..."

Who is it? He seemed to recognize the voice, but he hadn't heard it in a long time, stirring up long-forgotten memories.

"If you dare to leave like this, I will never forgive you, not even in my next life."

The voice was trembling, it was crying.

For some reason, his heart trembled.

"We grew up together, how can you bear to leave me all alone? Do you even remember when you said you'd marry me when we were kids?"

A flood of images suddenly appeared in his mind.

At the kindergarten slide, she stood in front of him with her little ponytail and asked him what his name was.

On the elementary school playground, she helped him tie his red scarf, stood on tiptoe, and said, "Congratulations, Young Pioneer."

In the junior high classroom, she sat next to him, poking his arm with her pen, "Song Huan, pay attention in class, or you won't get into No. 4 Middle School."

In the corridor of the Fourth Middle School, she stood under the streetlights, patiently teaching him physics problems.

"Did you understand? Still don't understand? You're so stupid!"

He thought he was going to die.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy and he couldn't open them no matter what he did.

The voice rang out again, this time very softly, like a wish being made.

"I've been waiting for you, waiting and waiting, but how could you fall for another woman?"

"Song Huan, if there's a next life, let's be together again, let's be childhood sweethearts again, okay? We'll be together forever, and never be apart again..."

It turns out it was your wish that allowed us to meet again in this lifetime.

Song Huan suddenly realized.

He struggled to open his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw a beam of light.

A person stood in the light, with a high ponytail, an oval face, and dimples.

Everything seems unchanged; time never diminishes beauty.

She is still so beautiful, just like when I first met her when she was three years old.

Song Huan looked at her for a long, long time.

Then she slowly closed her eyes.

……

In the darkness of cardiac arrest, when Song Huan opened her eyes again, she had not fallen into death.

The blinding white light of the operating room was overhead, and the cold air forced its way into my lungs, while the doctor's relieved congratulations mingled in my ears.

Someone gently picked him up, but he couldn't see who it was or understand what was happening.

But the next second, a sharp sense of panic gripped him tightly.

An extremely painful memory was rapidly dissipating from his consciousness; he tried desperately to grasp it, but couldn't hold onto even a trace of it.

Overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, he finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the doctor's relieved and joyful voice.

"Six pounds and four ounces! It's a boy!"

……

"Song Huan, your name is Song Huan."

"The little girl next to you is named Xiao Yunqing. You were born on the same day."

"The two babies are so cute, how about we arrange a marriage between them?"

"Haha, okay, Huanhuan, you're an hour older than Yunqing, so you have to take good care of your little sister from now on."

……

So this is... my two lifetimes!

Song Huan suddenly opened her eyes. Sunlight leaked in through the gap in the curtains and fell on a small patch of the ceiling.

Song Huan stared at the spot of light for several seconds. Her mind was still blank.

He blinked, then blinked again.

The ceiling was white, and the lights were off.

He moved his finger, and it hurt.

My whole body aches!

He looked down at himself.

With an IV drip in his left hand, the needle was stuck in the back of his hand, and the transparent tube extended upwards. There was still half a bottle of liquid left in the bottle.

He was covered with a white blanket, and underneath the blanket were bandages, wrapped layer upon layer.

There was something pressing down on my leg, it felt heavy.

He struggled to lift his head and look down.

Xiao Yunqing lay on his lap, her face buried in the blanket, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders.

Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was light and even, and there was a glistening trail of saliva at the corner of her mouth.

She was talking in her sleep, her voice was mumbled and unclear, and it was impossible to understand what she was saying.

Song Huan looked at her, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

I wanted to laugh, but it aggravated my wound, making me wince in pain.

He moved his leg.

Xiao Yunqing's head swayed slightly, but she didn't wake up.

"Damn it, he's still not awake. My legs are numb from being pressed down on him."

He moved again, this time a little harder.

She groggily raised her head, her eyes still closed, and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

Then she opened her eyes and saw Song Huan.

He was looking at her too, his face pale, his lips bloodless, but his eyes were open and bright, staring at her.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned. She blinked, then blinked again.

"Song Huan?"

Her voice was hoarse, with a nasal tone, as if she had just woken up.

"Mm," Song Huan said. "Good morning."

Xiao Yunqing's tears welled up instantly.

She rushed over, hugged his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder.

"You scared me to death...you scared me to death..."

Xiao Yunqing's voice was broken and intermittent, mixed with tears and snot.

Song Huan was choked so tightly she could hardly breathe, so she patted her back.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Xiao Yunqing quickly let go of his hand, stepped back a little, and looked him up and down. Tears were still falling, but the corners of her mouth had already turned up.

"Where does it hurt? I'll go get the doctor..."

The door was pushed open.

Zhang Xuejuan was standing at the door with a basin of water in her hand. When she saw Song Huan with her eyes open, she almost dropped the basin.

She walked in quickly, placed the basin on the bedside table, bent down, and cupped his face in her hands.

"Huanhuan? You're awake? Look at me, it's your mother, it's your mom."

Song Huan looked at her.

Zhang Xuejuan's eyes were swollen, her eye sockets were red, and her hair was unkempt.

He nodded. "Mom, I don't have amnesia. This isn't a Korean drama."

Tears streamed down Zhang Xuejuan's face. She turned around and shouted towards the door.

"Old Song! Huanhuan's awake!"

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Song Wentao walked in, followed by Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan.

Song Wentao's shirt was wrinkled, his beard was unkempt, and there was a bluish-gray tinge under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept for several days.

He stood by the bed, looking at Song Huan for several seconds without saying a word.

Then he reached out and gently patted him on the head. "You brat."

Song Wentao's voice was a little hoarse. Song Huan smiled, which aggravated her wound and caused it to hurt again.

Xiao Haifeng stood behind, arms crossed, looked at Song Huan, and nodded.

"It's good that you're awake."

Xu Wan walked over, pulled Xiao Yunqing away from the bedside, and made her sit down.

She bent down and looked at Song Huan, "Little Song, how are you feeling?"

Song Huan touched her nose. "It's okay, it just hurts a little."

Xu Wan smiled, but as she smiled, her eyes reddened.

Zhang Xuejuan brought over the basin of water, wrung out a towel, and wiped his face.

The movements were very gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

After wiping, I wrung out the towel and wiped again.

Song Huan felt a little embarrassed as she was being wiped. "Mom, that's enough, that's enough."

Zhang Xuejuan ignored him and continued wiping.

Song Huan looked at the people gathered around the bed.

Zhang Xuejuan was wiping his face, while Song Wentao stood beside him, his hands in his pockets, watching him.

Xiao Haifeng leaned against the wall, and Xu Wan held Xiao Yunqing's hand. Xiao Yunqing was still sobbing, but she had stopped crying.

He suddenly felt very happy.

He smiled and then asked a question.

"Um... I didn't miss the college entrance exam, did I?"

The ward was silent for a second.

Then everyone laughed.

Zhang Xuejuan laughed for a while and then cried again, wiping her tears with a towel.

Song Wentao shook his head, but smiled.

Xiao Haifeng laughed out loud, not loudly, but very sincerely.

Xu Wan covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling.

Xiao Yunqing chuckled, tears still on her face, but her dimples appeared as she laughed.

Song Huan watched them laugh, and then she laughed too.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining brightly on the white sheets.

It feels so good to be back!