After finally getting treated, the doctor thought that he had recovered and wouldn't have fallen ill again before he left the hospital, right?

Song Fengqin couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Mom...I'm fine, but...it's just because I had an accident last time I took the bus. Now I have a shadow of the ride. I...I don't want to ride the bus anymore."

Xiao Ling said as he stepped back and moved away from the car in front of him.

The big hand quietly sat behind the carriage and did not chase after it.

After hearing Xiao Ling say this, the other three were relieved.

More than a month ago, Xiao Ling had a car accident on a long-distance bus. All 28 people died in a car. Only Xiao Ling, the survivor, suffered a head injury. Now he has a shadow in his heart. He is afraid of taking the bus, but he can understand it.

"Okay, mom will walk back with you." Song Fengqin comforted Xiao Ling, for fear of forcing Xiao Ling to take the car, which would stimulate his condition to recur. Now everything can only follow him.

In the end, Xiao Hairong also walked with them and their son, asking Song Tianhua to drive back first.

Song Tianhua had no choice but to drive away first.

Although Xiao Ling spoke out to dissuade him, he hoped that Song Tianhua would not drive for the time being, but he could not find a suitable reason to convince Song Tianhua. He did not dare to say that he saw a big white hand in this car, and suspected that there would be danger, so he asked him not to drive for the time being.

Seeing that his parents and Song Tianhua looked at him with worried eyes, Xiao Ling understood that if he continued, he would be considered to have had another mental illness. He was afraid that he would be sent to the mental hospital by his parents and family again, which made him finally choose to shut up.

Besides, if what Zhou Kesheng said was true, "it" just targeted him, it should have nothing to do with outsiders such as Song Tianhua.

According to the situation he has observed before, the appearance of a pale big hand does not mean that people will die. Unless the pale big hand catches a white little man, someone will die.

Now the pale big hand just appeared behind Song Tianhua's carriage and did not catch a villain who looked very much like Song Tianhua. Based on previous experience, he shouldn't have any trouble.

Xiao Ling's mind was very confused and watched Song Tianhua drive away first. Xiao Hairong and Song Fengqin accompanied him out of the hospital.

The hospital is about five or six kilometers away from his house, and it will take at least an hour to go home. Fortunately, his son finally came back. Song Fengqin was in a good mood and accompanied her son, talking about interesting things about family matters while walking, and she didn't feel tired when she walked.

Originally, Xiao Hairong and his wife were afraid that Xiao Ling had been in the hospital for so many days, and they almost lay in bed and didn't exercise much. They suddenly walked, but they were afraid that they would be tired after not walking for a while, and it would not be too late to take a taxi.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling became more and more energetic as he walked, and he could not see any fatigue at all.

Xiao Ling's diet these days is strictly controlled, and he spends most of his time in bed and has very little activity time.

Now as he walks and moves his muscles and bones, he not only doesn’t feel tired, but instead walks vigorously, feeling like he has endless power, which surprised Xiao Ling a little.

He is a person who rarely exercises. He used to spend most of his spare time watching novels, movies or games. He has poor physical strength and will feel tired after walking or running.

Later, I had a car accident and stayed in a mental hospital for twenty-five days. I lay in bed almost every day, and I had severe lack of exercise and my physical strength would only be worse.

I didn't expect that my performance today was unexpected, and my physical strength became so good.

Xiao Ling was very surprised, but he didn't think much about it. He touched his stomach. It was only the morning, and his stomach was very hungry.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Xiao Ling stopped. The feeling of hunger became stronger and stronger. He couldn't bear to walk home and eat again.

"You're hungry? Then take a taxi home early. Your mother has prepared a lot of delicious food." Xiao Hairong smiled.

Xiao Ling shook his head and walked towards the supermarket on the side.

Xiao Hairong still wanted to speak, but Song Fengqin hurriedly blocked him, gave him a wink, and followed him in.

Xiao Hairong's mouth moved, and finally sighed, looking a little depressed.

I heard a call from the hospital saying that Xiao Ling had recovered from the illness and asked them to go through the discharge procedures so that he could pick him up home.

But now it seems that although Xiao Ling's situation has improved, he is afraid that it is still somewhat different from ordinary people.

For more than a month, because of Xiao Ling's affairs, the couple were indeed exhausted and had seen hope, but now Xiao Ling's performance has made Xiao Hairong's mood fall to the bottom again.

Xiao Ling walked into the supermarket and saw various foods, whether they were bread or biscuits, which made him hungry.

Originally, he rarely ate snacks and was not interested in these foods at all, but this time, for some reason, he felt that everything was full of tempting smell.

In the end, he bought a large bag of food. When Song Fengqin was paying, he couldn't help but feel hungry in his stomach, tore open a bag of bread and started eating.

Almost one bite at a time, a large bag of bread quickly entered his stomach, covering his slightly bulging belly. Only then did Xiao Ling feel satisfied.

Song Fengqin watched Xiao Ling swallowing her voraciously, and her eyes turned red again. She thought to herself that Xiao Ling had almost never eaten these snacks before. It seemed that these naive people in the hospital were really ruthless, and I don’t know how much suffering they suffered to be like this.

After eating the bread, Xiao Ling looked at Song Fengqin's red eyes and looked at him. Then he smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "Mom, don't look at me like this. I'm just hungry and want to eat something. I'm really fine."

I thought I was eating this voraciously, and I probably scared my mother again.

Perhaps after eating bread and filling his stomach, Xiao Ling became more vigorous when walking. He felt that his whole body was full of strength and walking with the wind. Xiao Hairong and Song Fengqin could hardly keep up with him. Xiao Ling had to slow down and wait for them together.

After returning home, Xiao Ling looked at everything familiar and all the decorations in the bedroom were still the same as before when he left, and a kind of intimacy and warmth surged in his heart.

Xiao Ling was discharged from the hospital today. Song Fengqin went to the vegetable market to buy a lot of vegetables early in the morning and prepared to make a sumptuous meal at noon. Xiao Ling usually likes to eat dishes made by Song Fengqin the most.

However, because she accompanied Xiao Ling all the way and saw that it was too late to cook, Song Fengqin asked Xiao Hairong to call Song Tianhua and go directly to the hotel next to the community to have a meal.

"Okay." Xiao Hairong took out his cell phone and unplugged Song Tianhua's phone.

After calling, Xiao Hairong's face changed and his expression was very surprised.

"How could this happen? Which hospital is in, how are you doing? OK... OK, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Fengqin heard that Xiao Hairong's tone was wrong just now, and said nervously: "What's wrong?"

"Tianhua was in a car accident and is in the hospital now." Xiao Hairong's face was a little heavy.

"What?" Song Fengqin was shocked.
Chapter completed!