Rebirth of the Routine King

After being rescued, Wang Yan felt endless weakness as soon as his excited energy relaxed.

Soon, he, Song Zhiwen and the woman he rescued were sent to the hospital.

Song Zhiwen's father, Song Weimin, wanted to cooperate with the rescue. Seeing that his daughter was still conscious, he did not come with him.

He didn't know Wang Yan, but when he saw his beloved daughter holding a boy's hand tightly, he looked at Wang Yan a few more times.

Due to proper measures to protect their mouths and noses, Wang Yan and Song Zhiwen did not inhale too much black smoke, and their internal organs were not seriously injured. However, Wang Yan's back was seriously injured, and his skin was red under the smoke.

, and there were a lot of blisters.

After some inspection, it was already dark.

Wang Yan could not lie down, so he could only lie on the hospital bed with sterilized water hanging on it, and his back and arms were covered with purple iodine.

Shortly after arriving at the hospital, Gao Lu called. She was startled when she heard her best friend crying. After learning about the situation, she hurried to the hospital.

Song Zhiwen's injury was much less serious than Wang Yan's, and she didn't even have to give him fluids. She just stayed in the ward, first to observe the development of her condition, and to wait for Jiuxuanfang's follow-up statement.

"Oops! Please stop crying, okay? Crying makes me upset and I can't even sleep!"

Wang Yan was lying on the hospital bed, his head tilted and his face turned sideways, his eyes full of pain and helplessness.

As time went by, the pain in my back and arms not only did not subside, but became more intense.

It was like ten thousand steel needles were piercing his skin, and like he was being bitten by countless bugs. The key was not to scratch. The moans in his mouth had not stopped since he lay down on the hospital bed.

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Song Zhiwen was still sobbing in her ears, but Wang Yan was so angry that he couldn't help scolding her.

Gao Lu rarely replied to Wang Yan. She knew about the last meal between the two of them because she also had a similar meal with Xu Gu.

The two also agreed to go to the mall to buy clothes after dinner, but they waited and waited, but never saw their best friend come back. Gao Lu was more sensitive, fearing that the cunning Wang Yan would bully Song Zhiwen, so she made a phone call to inquire about the situation.

Who would have expected that I would receive such shocking news.

Immediately, I returned to the community, picked up a set of clothes from Song Zhiwen, and rushed to the hospital.

After listening to her best friend's brief account, Gao Lu's feelings towards Wang Yan improved greatly. At this critical moment, she risked being burned but had to put her only clothes on for her companion...

Such a person, no matter how bad his mouth is, his heart will not be so bad.

So someone on the side persuaded him: "The mosquitoes are gone. Didn't the doctor say that Wang Yan is fine? When the blisters on his back subside in a few days, he will be able to walk around."

Only then did Song Zhiwen stop sobbing.

At this moment, the handsome Song Weimin walked in.

After seeing her father, Song Zhiwen threw herself into his arms and started crying again.

Song Weimin patted his daughter's back and kept comforting her: "Okay, the mosquitoes are gone..."

Song Weimin said it was easy, but his inner fear was no weaker than anyone else's. He participated in the entire rescue process and knew the outcome of the fire.

Everyone who ate on the third floor, except for his daughter, the young man lying on the hospital bed, the woman who was rescued together, and a couple who jumped to escape, no one survived.

It wasn't until he learned about the scene on the third floor that he asked his daughter to hide there

I am very lucky to have done this in the bathroom. If the exhaust fan had not been broken in time, even if the firefighters on the ladder broke the window, they would have wasted a certain amount of time. The consequences... are simply unimaginable.

Of course, he also knows that his daughter who panics when something happens will definitely not think of these methods...

The only answer is the young man lying on the hospital bed.

Song Weimin gently pushed Song Zhiwen away, and then walked to Wang Yan. Looking at the burns on his upper body, he felt mixed emotions. If he hadn't put on his only jacket for his daughter, he would be the one lying on the hospital bed.

The apple of my eye.

He knew that at least half of his daughter's life was given by him, and at the same time, he also knew that his daughter had to eat with him.

Song Weimin still knows his daughter's temperament. If she doesn't particularly like her, he won't go out to eat alone. In other words, even if this guy is not her boyfriend, he still has a close relationship with her.

"How do you feel? Does the injury on your body still hurt?"

Wang Yan couldn't get up, so he could only lie down and communicate with Song Weimin. When he saw him, he grinned: "Uncle, would you believe it if I said it was very comfortable?"

Song Weimin couldn't help but be startled. This was the first time he saw Wang Yan and the first time he talked to him. He didn't expect that he was in such a good mood. He had just survived a disaster and actually started joking with him.

What he said was just polite. My upper body is covered with blisters. Is it possible that it doesn’t hurt?

If it were other children of the same age, he might have been crying and howling, but not only did he not cry, he was also in the mood to laugh and joke. At that moment, he couldn't help but admire Wang Yan's perseverance.

Hmm... no wonder it caught my daughter's eye, there really is something special about it.

Song Weimin's originally heavy mood also relaxed a little, and he smiled: "Fortunately, it's just a skin injury. It will be fine after a few days. Well...thank you, young man, for giving your coat to a mosquito in a difficult moment."

Otherwise you wouldn’t have suffered this superficial injury.”

Another pain came from Wang Yan's back, which made him groan twice and grinned: "She is a girl, so of course we must give priority to her safety..."

Song Weimin was very satisfied with Wang Yan's answer and nodded: "Fortunately, there is no danger. I won't say thank you. You can rest in the hospital for a few days. When you are discharged from the hospital, I will specially treat you to a meal."

Wang Yan frowned in pain and stopped talking at the moment, just nodded.

Song Weimin stood up, walked to Song Zhiwen, and said, "Have you told your mother about this matter?"

Song Zhiwen lowered her head and replied softly: "Not yet..."

Wang Yan couldn't see Song Weimin's expression, and only heard him sigh, with a bit of resentment in his tone: "You'd better call her and tell her. If such a big thing happened, she would be kept in the dark. She would know it by then.

, I will definitely blame you."

Song Zhiwen nodded: "I'll fight..."

"Well, this fire has a great impact. I have to rush to deal with it right away. Let your mother accompany you tonight!"

After Song Weimin left, Song Zhiwen ran to Wang Yan again, took his hand, and said with distressed eyes: "Does it still hurt?"

Wang Yan was speechless. Your dad just asked me if it hurts, and now you ask the same question again. Can't you tell from my twisted face whether it hurts?

Then he replied angrily: "It doesn't hurt, it feels great!"

Song Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, then asked straightforwardly: "How could it not hurt? I've seen you always frowning."

Wang Yan couldn't help but said: "Then since you know I'm in pain, why do you still ask this stupid question?

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Song Zhiwen felt a little aggrieved: "But I don't know what to say..."

Gao Lu listened to the conversation between the two and sighed secretly: It really is true that one thing brings down another thing!

For a beautiful girl like Song Zhiwen, some boys don't even dare to speak loudly, let alone yell at her.

But Wang Yan didn't know how to pity her, so he basically didn't talk to her properly, either yelling or being mean.

What's terrible is that Song Zhiwen just fell in love with him!

Seeing the pitiful look on his best friend's face, Gao Lu quickly stepped forward and said, "Mosquito, didn't uncle just tell you to call your aunt? I think what your uncle said makes sense. If such a big thing happened, you can't hide it from her.

If she finds out in the future, she will definitely be angry with you."

Song Zhiwen was scolded by Wang Yan and was in a bad mood. She pouted her lips and said angrily: "Let her get angry if she gets angry, and I won't fight her!"

Wang Yan listened in confusion. What was going on? Could it be that Song Zhiwen had a conflict with her mother?

Gao Lu then advised: "Okay, don't be angry, let's fight! Auntie loves you so much. If she knew that such a big thing happened to you, she would definitely drop everything and come here."

Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the phone.

The phone rang for a while before it was connected. Song Zhiwen held the phone and did not speak. The other end of the phone was very noisy, and there was a "bang bang" sound from time to time.

"East wind!"

"Bump! Rokujo!"

Wang Yan was stunned, this... is this playing mahjong?

"Hey, girl, why do you remember calling mom?"

Song Zhiwen took a breath and said calmly: "Mom, have you heard about the fire in Xinjiu?"

"How could I not hear about such a big thing! I also heard that more than a dozen people died!"

"I was eating on the third floor at that time..."

"Oh...what! What did you say! You were eating there when the fire broke out! Are you okay?"

Hearing her mother's concern, Song Zhiwen's expression softened a little, and she said softly: "Fortunately, nothing was hurt. I'm in the hospital now."

"Oh, my daughter! Why are you so unlucky! Which hospital are you in? I'll go there right now!"

"On the sixth floor of People's Hospital."

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

Gao Lu put her arm around her best friend's shoulders and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, aunt still loves you very much. When she knew something happened to you, she was so anxious that she didn't even play mahjong..."

Wang Yan became even more confused after hearing this. What does it mean to say, "I was so anxious that I didn't even play mahjong when I found out something happened to you"? Is it true that in Song Zhiwen's mother's mind, playing mahjong is more important than her daughter being injured?

Song Zhiwen nodded, and just when she was about to hang up, another conversation came from the phone.

A male voice said: "Qi Yun, something happened to your daughter, so we won't fight this round, right?"

Song Zhiwen's mother Qi Yun said loudly: "Are you kidding me! My cards are very good in this round! The little mosquito speaks quite normally. There should be no big problem. I will go over after this round."

Wang Yan: "..."

This shouldn't be my biological mother.

"snort!"

Song Zhiwen was so angry that she threw her cell phone against the hospital bed, her eyes filled with grievances.

Gao Lu didn't know what to say for a moment. She looked up at the snow-white roof and pretended not to hear the conversation.

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