"Thank you Dr. Grace, thank you very much."

Father Yan is a mixed-race man, very handsome and elegant. His Chinese is not fluent. He speaks slowly and his articulation is not very clear, but his pronunciation is already very standard.

Nan Song said: "Captain Yan also saved me. There is an old Chinese saying, 'Throw a peach and repay a plum.' That's right."

The cell phone rang, Nan Song said sorry and went outside the ward to pick it up.

Butler Zhao said: "The two young masters of the Yu family are here."

Soon, Yu Zeyu shouted on the other end of the phone, "Sister Nan, we are here to see you", squealing like an idiot.

Nan Song frowned and said briefly, "I'll go back right now."

Luo Junheng walked out of the ward.

"Got to go?"

"Well, the two boys from the Yu family are here."

Nan Song glanced at the ward. Yan Yuan was still lying quietly on the hospital bed, wearing a ventilator. Only his steady breathing spread the hot air on the oxygen mask, showing that he was still alive.

Her eyes darkened, her lips pressed into a tight line, and her eyes were full of desolation and guilt.

Luo Junheng raised his hand and turned her face gently, saying to her: "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

"Brother," Nan Song suddenly smiled. His once smart eyes were now shrouded in smoke, revealing a vague sense of sadness, "Tell me, am I the reincarnation of a disaster star?"

Luo Junheng frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I just think," Nan Song said with difficulty, "I don't seem to bring good luck to the people around me. Anyone who is close to me, whether it is my parents, Yu Jinwen... or Yan Yuan, does this.

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Before she finished speaking, Luo Junheng patted the back of her head gently.

"No nonsense is allowed, and no random thoughts are allowed."

He scolded her sternly, and the little girl's pale face and self-pitying tone made his heart shrink, as if he had been pricked by a needle, causing slight pain.

Nan Song lowered his head, folded his arms and hugged himself, feeling that all his limbs were releasing cold air.

Luo Junheng sighed deeply, clasped the back of her head with his big palm, pulled her into his arms, and gently stroked her head with his palm.

"You are our lucky star and our little sun, and this will never change."

Nan Song leaned against Luo Junheng's warm chest, trying hard to absorb this warmth, even though her heart was already filled with icebergs and mist.

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Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu kept their mission in mind and chased Nan Sancai from left to right, saying a lot of good things.

The old man is just not moved.

Nan Sancai held his pipe in his mouth and smoked it one after another, "If you say you won't serve me, you won't serve me. No one needs to persuade me! You can ask Gao Ming to do it."

"No, Grandpa!"

Yu Zeyu made a sad face and shook the old man's arm, "We were forced to go to Liangshan this time, and we have issued military orders. If you don't come back, I won't have a good life in the next six months!"

Yu Jiahang nodded fiercely beside him, with a sincere look on his face.
Chapter completed!