Life was noisy. Chu Xun was lying on the ground, his face was gray and there was no blood at all, a typical sign of insufficient blood supply to the heart.
The waiter found the medicine, asked Song Xiang to help, and stuffed the medicine in.
"Spread out, he needs fresh air."
Song Xiang looked around and made rational arrangements.
Everyone retreated a lot, but still did not disperse, just watching from a distance.
The medicine Chu Xun brought was not ordinary medicine. It was taken by the tongue, and within a few minutes, his complexion was significantly relieved.
Song Xiang supported him and was about to hand it over to someone else when she saw him barely opening his eyes, but his vision was numb and he stared at her for a long time before he recognized her.
"Wake up, wake up!" the waiter was overjoyed and shouted loudly.
Song Xiang was speechless, "Keep your voice down."
The little girl quickly shut up, listened to Song Xiang's instructions, and had Chu Xun sent to a private room on the first floor to rest.
Song Xiang followed him in and wanted to say hello briefly. After all, the other person was Rong Boye's adopted son.
As soon as he entered the door, Chu Xun sat up straight with difficulty and smiled miserably at her, "Thank you."
Song Xiang sat down and said, "It's a matter of raising a hand."
She thought for a while and then asked, "Don't you take someone with you when you go out?"
Chu Xun took a sip of water and leaned on the chair to calm down, "I threw him away."
Song Xiang was surprised, "Why?"
"He's not a three-year-old child. He's always surrounded by a bunch of people. What's the point?" Chu Xun looked self-deprecating.
Song Xiang understood. It was no wonder that he had such a mentality. Anyone suffering from this disease would be depressed.
"It's best to bring someone with you next time. For safety's sake, Mr. Rong would be worried if he knew about it."
Hearing this, Chu Xun raised his eyes and looked at her, "You and my father seem to be very familiar?"
Song Xiang quickly shook his head, "No, I just met him a few times."
Chu Xun smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Mr. Song, have you been to the underground boxing ring?"
Song Xiang was stunned, remembering the flashes of that day, and looked up at the person opposite in shock.
"It was really you that day?"
Chu Xun adjusted his posture and did not refute.
Song Xiang couldn't believe it, "Why would you go to a place like that if your body is like this? What if something happens..."
"Death is actually not terrible." The other party interrupted her with a gloomy smile, "I have experienced near-death countless times and have become numb. Rather than die in a cold hospital, it would be better to die in my own hands."
Song Xiang was speechless.
She couldn't agree with this kind of value. But looking at him, he was really pitiful. He was born in wealth, but he didn't have the blessing to enjoy it.
"Ms. Ji is pregnant and Mr. Rong is not in good health. Even if it's not for yourself, you should take care of yourself for the sake of your father and children."
The other party tugged at the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. His eyes were covered by his hair, and Song Xiang couldn't see his eyes, so he felt that there was no life in him at all, only a heavy air of death.
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"Forget about the child, it's not what I want. I only have my father. I have received great kindness from him, and I really should repay him."
Song Xiang was heartbroken, and no one could stop him from birth, old age, illness and death.
"Don't you like children?" She tried to change the subject.
Chu Xun shook his head, "There is no need for a life that is not expected to come."
Song Xiang felt uncomfortable after hearing this.
I was speechless for a moment and was about to get up.
The box door suddenly opened, and a person walked in.
"Axun, how are you?"
Ji Yu arrived in a hurry, and before even having time to look at Song Xiang, she had already rushed in front of Chu Xun.