"Mom——————,"
Jiang Muwan didn't know that Gu Jiangnian had talked to her about this, she called out to her, wanting to explain.
Just then, the doctor returned, bringing the cigarette pack and lighter over. He handed them to Song Rong, who received them and gently murmured a thanks.
Then asked, "Can I buy a new one and return it to you another day?"
The doctor was surprised, a bit embarrassed, he scratched his head and said, "Don't worry about it, Teacher Song, it's just a pack of cigarettes, not worth much money."
Song Rong didn't refuse, she nodded and said, "Then thank you."
"You guys talk."
Song Rong took the cigarette pack, pulled a cigarette out, and handed it to Jiang Muwan.
The latter didn't dare to take it, her eyes red, looking at Song Rong with a fear that spread from her psyche, enveloping her limbs and body, screaming and struggling.
In the hallway, it quieted down a bit,
The passersby and the medical staff seemed to have all found their own places.
