That night, Song Sizhi had just emerged from the laboratory, completely exhausted.
Too tired to even take a bath, she had just laid down, ready to sleep in her clothes.
As she was about to doze off, an urgent ringtone from her cellphone jerkily pulled her back from the brink of sleep.
Subconsciously, she thought it was Jiang Muwan again. She picked up the phone ready to scold her, when from the other side, Ya Ying's voice came, choked with emotion, "Grandfather has fainted, come to the hospital quickly."
Instantly, the formerly sluggish person was wide awake. She leaped out of bed and stumbled out, rushing like the wind.
Her pace, to use the words she usually reserved for criticizing Jiang Muwan, was as if a ghost was chasing her.
Urging her to rush forth as if to be reincarnated.
That night, in the hospital emergency room, doctors were examining the elderly gentleman.
