Chapter 339: He's scared

Lin Zhao nodded. "I should go tell them."

After finishing the bun in her hand and taking a sip of water to relieve the dryness, she stood up. "I'll go right now. My uncle..."

Director Fu patted his chest. "Old Song is here with me, you go get busy with your things. Talk to your aunt properly, don't let her get too anxious. If something happens to your aunt, your uncle will beat me to death when he wakes up."

"Not to that extent, haha." Lin Zhao was amused by his tone.

"Why not to that extent? I don't know your uncle yet." Director Fu's expression was complicated. "Looking gentle, but actually his temper is quite explosive."

Lin Zhao didn't commit to a view; that was indeed the case.

Her uncle rarely got angry, but when he really did, few people could persuade him.

Recalling her childhood, her uncle was young and vigorous, even harder to talk to. Many people who wanted him to handle things tried to find ways to please her, wanting her to put in a good word, or act as a mascot. In those people's words, with little Zhao Zhao around, Song Gong couldn't get angry.

Scenes from her youth flashed in her mind. Lin Zhao looked at her uncle lying on the hospital bed, her eyes inexplicably sore.

He even had white hair.

"Uncle Fu, my aunt and the others have tickets for this morning. Before they get on the train, I want to tell them the news that Uncle's surgery went smoothly. My uncle here..."

Before Lin Zhao finished her words, Director Fu hurriedly said, "You go do your things. Old Song is here with me. If anything happens, I will find a doctor. You can rest assured."

"Sorry for the trouble." Lin Zhao said a polite phrase.

"Look at you being so distant. How many years have your uncle and I known each other? We're closer than biological brothers. You are also someone I watched grow up, calling me Uncle. Don't be distant." Director Fu waved his hand, dipped a cotton swab in water, and moistened the patient's mouth on the bed.

How to take care of an old friend, he had asked the doctor. He asked very seriously, more than his wife asked when she had a cesarean section back then.

Director Fu's wife: "..."

"Okay, I won't say polite words." Lin Zhao said with a smile.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Zhao inquired about the address of the nearest post office and went straight there.

The business at the provincial capital's post office was hotter than in the county, especially the phone business. There were several people queuing in front. Lin Zhao was anxious, used her 'money ability' to swap positions with the people queuing in front, and contacted the Song family at the fastest speed.

Song Yunjin waited at the post office early in the morning. Seeing that it was almost time to board the train, he stood up in disappointment, planning to go home.

Before leaving the post office, he looked back with expectation.

The phone rang.

His eyes lit up. He looked at the operator like a puppy, his eyes filled with undisguised longing.

Is it sister's call?

"Song Yunjin, the phone call you were waiting for." The operator shouted.

She knew Song Yunjin had come very early. She didn't know exactly how early, only that when they arrived, his clothes were stained with mist, the bangs on his forehead were wet, and his spirit wasn't good, looking like a down-and-out puppy.

Every time the phone rang, he looked over expectantly. Finding it wasn't for him, he would sit back on the steps dejectedly, lower his head, and not know what he was thinking.

He had experienced at least three disappointments in one morning. The operator couldn't bear it and hoped he would get what he wanted.

"Thank you, comrade." Song Yunjin was overjoyed and thanked her, taking the receiver.

His hand holding the receiver was very tight, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his arm trembled slightly.

"Sister..." he shouted with a trembling voice.

Before hearing the result, his heart was pounding nervously, almost jumping out of his throat.

Song Yunjin's body was tense, he didn't dare to use force to breathe, and he licked his dry lips. "Sister, my dad..."

Before he finished, he heard a sentence.

"The surgery went very smoothly."

Song Yunjin felt like he had been hit by a club, his brain buzzing.

"Hello?" Lin Zhao thought the line was disconnected and asked suspiciously, "Can you hear me, Yun Jin?"

"... Yes." Song Yunjin's voice was dry. The line that his body was holding snapped, two lines of tears fell, and he accidentally sobbed.

He was scared.

Lin Zhao heard that imperceptible sob, her expression paused, but she pretended not to hear it and continued, "The surgery ended this morning. I only came to call you back after confirming there was no problem. The one who performed the surgery on Uncle was that Dr. Jiang who sutured the severed arm back. Uncle has no life-threatening danger, and his arm has also been sutured back. Dr. Jiang said that if he recovers well, there is a great possibility of recovery."

Song Yunjin listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, his emotions gradually calmed down, and he felt uncomfortable afterward.

He said in a muffled voice, "Sister, we will arrive this afternoon. You still have to take care of my dad there."

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes. "Do you even need to say that? Uncle hasn't woken up yet, I definitely have to accompany him."

Song Yunjin grabbed the receiver with both hands, sniffed his nose, and said, "Sister, thanks to you being in the provincial capital, otherwise my mom would definitely have gone crazy, and I was scared to death too. I clearly heard you say my dad is fine, but my brain is still very dazed..."

"Being dazed is normal." Lin Zhao's tone was calm, and then she said, "What you need to do is hang up the phone and tell Aunt and Yun Cheng everything I said. They have ways to make you not dazed."

"Really?" Song Yunjin asked foolishly.

One could tell his soul and body were separated.

"Trust me, you'll be fine. Go back, don't let Aunt wait." Lin Zhao said.

After saying that, she hung up the phone first.

After hanging up, she didn't rush to leave. Less than a minute later, the phone rang, and the receiver passed through the operator's hand to Lin Zhao's hand.

"Sister?" Song Yunjin's voice sounded.

Lin Zhao anticipated what he was going to ask and answered calmly, "You are not dreaming. Your dad, my uncle, is really fine. There is no life-threatening danger, the arm has been connected, and there is a great, great possibility of recovering movement. Everything, everything is true..."

Song Yunjin coughed lightly. "Sister, how did you know I was going to ask this?"

"I am your sister, what do I not know? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. I still have to go pick up Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao..."

Knowing his sister was busy, Song Yunjin didn't say any more nonsense, hung up the phone, and almost forgot to pay. He was called back by the post office staff, honestly took out the money, and ran toward home like a gust of wind.

Arriving downstairs at the family building, he saw Aunt Song, Song Yuncheng, and Lin Heling and Song Xiwei, the four of them, walking out.

"Mom, my sister called back!" Before he got close, Song Yunjin's excited voice sounded.

"My sister said my dad is out of life-threatening danger, his arm is also fine, and there is a great possibility of recovery."

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng walked to him and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, with great force. "What you said is true? Is it really what sister said?!!"

Song Yunjin's shoulder bones were squeezed, and he grinned in pain, but it was also beneficial. His unclear brain suddenly became much clearer.

Facing four pairs of eager eyes, he nodded solemnly.

"It's what my sister said. I asked several times, I didn't hear wrong."

Aunt Song's tears flowed down. "As long as there is no life-threatening danger, as long as there is no life-threatening danger."

As long as he wasn't disabled, as long as he didn't leave her and the children, it was fine.

Song Xiwei also breathed a sigh of relief. "Zhao Zhao's words are reliable. Since she said her uncle is fine, then he must be fine. Sister-in-law, don't be too anxious."

In just one night, a string of blisters grew on Aunt Song's mouth. She looked three or five years older, and the fatigue on her face couldn't be hidden no matter what.

Aunt Song twitched the corners of her mouth. "I'm afraid I won't be able to rest my heart until I see him."

"Then let's go, go to the train station." Song Xiwei said.

So the group went to the train station.

The family building exploded.

"Did you hear Yun Jin? Song Gong is fine!!"

"Heard it, heard it. He's fine, and his arm can recover well. This is simply a miracle. A severed arm can be reattached? It's like listening to a heavenly book."

"What heavenly book? The newspapers distributed all over the country have reported it. There were successful reattachment cases before! Speaking of which, the factory leadership reacted quite quickly, mobilizing vehicles in the shortest time to send him to the provincial hospital. Old Song's luck is not bad. If you survive a great disaster, there must be future blessings. He will definitely be smooth sailing in the future."

"Don't say, Song Gong's niece is really good. She didn't panic at all when encountering a big event, and she was able to step up. No wonder he dotes on that girl Zhao Zhao. He didn't dote on the wrong person."

While everyone was saying pleasant things, that person who was at odds with the Song family popped up again. First, she curled her lips and said in a worried tone, "Song Gong's arm isn't original, right? I'm afraid he can't do the work he's doing anymore, right? I heard the work he does is all precision work, and he needs to be nimble to do it. His situation... doing that is so dangerous."

The Song family's neighbor's eyes almost flew onto her face, making a 'slap, slap, slap' sound.

"Look at what you're saying. The doctor said he can recover. Why are you even more awesome than the provincial hospital doctors? If you're so capable, why are you still a workshop worker in a small textile factory? Why don't you go to the provincial capital to seek a high position?"

"And what 'not original'? How is it not original? You speak really ugly, full of sourness."

After a rude spray, she snorted coldly and went home. Having a fight with someone didn't affect her good mood. She hummed a song, very happy.

Her family and the Song family had a good relationship. The Song couple often fed her children. If she didn't hope for people to be well, that would be losing her conscience.

Hearing the humming of the family tyrant, the men and children in the family breathed a sigh of relief.

Daughter-in-law (Mom) is in a good mood, can they speak loudly now?

Lin Zhao returned to the hospital and first went to see her uncle. He hadn't woken up yet, but his breathing was steady, and his brows were relaxed. Everything was good.

Taking advantage of the fact that Director Fu was still there and someone was in the ward, she handled some private matters.

First, she looked for Xu Ying.

"Something up?" Xu Ying finished her night shift and was about to go home. Seeing Lin Zhao looking for her, she thought she had something to ask for her help. She put down the things in her hand, looking like she wasn't in a hurry.

"Yes, I came specially to thank you for letting me use the bed last night." Lin Zhao smiled.

Xu Ying was slightly stunned. "No need to thank me, it was just a matter of convenience, you don't need to take it to heart."

"Your convenience really helped me. My parents taught me since I was young that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring..." Lin Zhao took a red scarf from her bag and handed it to Xu Ying. "This scarf is the thank-you gift I'm giving you. Accept it, let's be friends."

Xu Ying put her hands behind her back, not daring to accept. "We can be friends, but this is too precious, I can't accept it."

That scarf was brightly colored, and the knitting pattern was beautiful. No girl would not be moved, and she was the same, but she felt that the help she gave wasn't enough to accept such a precious scarf.

Lin Zhao knew she wouldn't accept it, so she said, "My uncle is going to be hospitalized, and I have many things to trouble you with. If you don't accept it, I won't be embarrassed to look for you. If you are willing to be my friend, then accept it. If you feel I'm not worthy, then I won't force it."

"I don't feel you're not worthy." Xu Ying hurriedly said. "I just feel it's too expensive."

Lin Zhao pulled her hand over and put the scarf in her hand. "It's not expensive."

She looked into Xu Ying's eyes seriously. "I feel your thoughtfulness and kindness are more precious."

Saying that, she curved her eyes. "I don't have any friends in the medical field yet, you are the first."

Xu Ying hesitated and accepted the scarf that symbolized friendship.

"My honor." She said.

People in this era were simple to the extreme. Under Lin Zhao's siren-like rhetoric strategy, Xu Ying was greatly shocked in her heart, already treating her as her best friend.

Later, she stayed up all night to write down the nursing and rehabilitation precautions for Lin Zhao's uncle. When Lin Zhao was worried about having no place to make nutritional meals for her uncle, she came forward to communicate with the cafeteria master and fought for half an hour of stove usage time for Lin Zhao...

The benefits brought by one scarf were infinitely large. Even Lin Zhao's thick face felt embarrassed.

That was a later story.

After confirming the friendship with Xu Ying, Lin Zhao took a car to the guesthouse where the twins and Gu Lan were.

Hearing the knocking, the twins ran to open the door.

Seeing their mother, they beamed with joy.

Xiang Yubao asked first: "Mom, how is Great Uncle? Did the doctor uncle cure Great Uncle's injury?"

Gu Hangbao, whose temperament couldn't be quiet, didn't chatter, but looked up at Lin Zhao, waiting for her answer.

"The surgery went very smoothly, but it still needs time to recover." Lin Zhao said.

"Surgery?" Xiang Yubao's expression was puzzled.

"Yes, your Great Uncle's arm was injured, so he needed surgery." Lin Zhao explained briefly.

The unfamiliar term 'surgery' was very strange to the twins, and also strange to Gu Lan. Only Lin Zhao was anxious to return to the hospital and didn't have time to explain to them.

"Your Great Uncle is injured, I have to stay to take care of him and can't go back for the time being. Can you two and your sister A-Lan go home first?" Lin Zhao consulted her son's opinion.

The other teachers and students who came to compete hadn't left yet; they had tickets for this afternoon.

Xiang Yubao shook his head. "I want to stay. I want to take care of Great Uncle. Mom, I can do a lot of work. I can help Great Uncle wash clothes, and I can help pour water and wash dishes. I want to go back with you."

Gu Hangbao followed up: "Me too, I don't want to go back by myself, I'm scared without Mom."

This last sentence sounded fake at first hearing.

Lin Zhao guessed they would have this reaction. She moved her gaze away and landed on Gu Lan's face. "What about A-Lan?"

Gu Lan thought for a moment. Afraid Third Aunt wouldn't be able to handle it, and afraid Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao would get into trouble without anyone watching, she said: "I'll stay too."

She was at least more useful than her two younger cousins, right?

"Okay, you stay too. We'll go back together in two days." Lin Zhao said.

The children were brought out by her, so they should be taken back by her.

Informing the team leader teacher that the children would stay for the time being and follow her back later, Lin Zhao took the three children to the guesthouse closest to the hospital.

After setting the room, she led Xiang Yubao and the others to the hospital.

When they arrived, Uncle Song had just opened his eyes.

"Zhao Zhao..." He wasn't awake yet, but these two words spilled from his mouth.

Director Fu sat by the bed, very close to him, and was the first to see him open his eyes.

He sat up abruptly and said excitedly: "Old Song, you're awake!!"

"..."

Lin Zhao didn't hear her uncle call her name, but she heard Director Fu's words.

She walked over with a happy expression. ===== CHAPTER 340 =====