After being tortured and reborn, the real daughter killed Song Nanxi Fu Jingyao crazy

Song Nanxi frowned when she saw a familiar person in the ward. She had visited him in her previous life, but he was no longer there at that time.

If this is the case, then the surgery performed on him by Song Huaicong failed? .

Thinking of this, Song Nanxi walked in.

After all, Song Nanxi was one of the few people who had given her a hint of warmth in her previous life, so there was no reason why Song Nanxi shouldn't save him.

When Mr. Zou heard the sound, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

Seeing Song Nanxi's face was stunned for a moment, if you look carefully, you can see some excitement in his eyes.

So much so that he lost his balance and fell to the side.

Seeing this, Song Nanxi quickly helped him up.

"Thank you, child." Mr. Zou stabilized his body and showed a kind smile towards Song Nanxi.

The old man looked to be in his 60s, skinny and skinny due to his illness, and his eyes were bright, but he did not give up on himself because of his illness.

Song Nanxi could see from his face that he was in a good mood, as if he took everything lightly, and life and death were nothing in his eyes.

"Child, what's your name?" Mr. Zou asked as Song Nanxi helped him sit down on the bed.

"Song Nanxi." The expression on Song Nanxi's face did not change much.

"Song...are you from the Song family in Yuncheng? Then Huai Cong is you..." the old man asked excitedly after hearing Song Nanxi's answer.

But before Song Nanxi could say anything, he heard a serious scolding sound coming from the door: "Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

Song Huaicong hurriedly walked to Song Nanxi, stretched out his hand to push her out, and stood in front of Mr. Zou, looking at Song Nanxi warily.

Having learned from the past, Song Huaicong was afraid of what Song Nanxi would do to Mr. Zou.

Song Nanxi didn't expect that Song Huaicong would suddenly rush over. He pushed him and slammed his body into the wall beside him.

After all, Song Huaicong was a tall man of 1.8 meters. Song Nanxi's body had no weight due to malnutrition, and his wrists were habitually supported on the door frame. Only a click was heard, and the sound of dislocation could be heard very clearly in the ward.

Song Nanxi did not expect that Song Huaicong would use such great strength. A heartbreaking pain came to his wrist. Doctor Song Nanxi frowned and endured it without saying a word.

"You..." Song Huaicong didn't expect that his push would directly cause Song Nanxi's wrist to dislocate.

Although there was a moment of shame in my heart, when I thought of Song Qingwei's arm being broken by her in this way, that shame disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Zou has always had a good impression of Song Huaicong. He is the best student he has ever taught. He became the attending doctor at Kyoto Hospital at a young age.

However, this was the first time he saw Song Huaicong angry.

Seeing Song Nanxi covering her hand, she hurriedly asked with concern: "Girl, how is your hand?"

After saying that, he looked at Song Huaicong, who was still looking serious: "Huaicong, how can you, a kid, do anything so well?"

"Teacher Zou, are you okay? She didn't do anything to you, right?" Song Huaicong ignored Song Nanxi and turned back to check whether Mr. Zou had been injured by Song Nanxi.

Mr. Zou shook his head: "What can I do? I just got out of bed by myself and wanted to exercise. I almost fell down. Thanks to this girl for holding me up. Quickly show her whether her hands are Dislocated?"

"She helped you?" Song Huaicong obviously didn't believe it.

She saw with her own eyes how Song Nanxi broke Song Qingwei's arm. If she wanted him to believe that a vicious person could do such a thing, he would not believe it to death.

Besides, how could Song Nanxi care about a stranger like that?

Her heart is colder than anyone else. Even if everyone in the Song family died in front of her, she would probably not even blink an eye.

But no matter what, since Mr. Zou said so, Song Nanxi's wrist dislocation was also caused by him.

After all, he was also a doctor. No matter how much he hated Song Nanxi, he couldn't let her get hurt.

Song Nanxi looked in the direction of Song Huaicong, her face gradually turned cold, and the injury on her wrist was nothing to her.

She looked at Song Huaicong with a sneer on her face: "Ha, you finally helped Song Qingwei get revenge? You really spared no effort?"

She didn't want Mr. Zou to laugh at her and Song Huaicong, nor did she want to attack Song Huaicong in his ward.

Song Nanxi's left wrist was dislocated. She stretched out her right hand and gently pressed it on her left wrist.

"Don't move around. If your wrist dislocation is not handled properly, it will be serious." Song Huaicong reminded him impatiently as he watched Song Nanxi pinch his wrist randomly.

He walked towards Song Nanxi with a cold face.

Although I was unwilling to do so, I was prepared to help her take a look out of professional ethics as a doctor.

But Song Nanxi didn't give him this chance at all. She didn't even change her expression. She touched the dislocated position of her left wrist with her right hand and exerted force. She only heard a "click" and the dislocated wrist was connected by her. He didn't even blink his eyebrows.

Song Huaicong was stunned when he saw that Song Nanxi had just connected his wrist.

He saw the flash of contempt and sneer in Song Nanxi's eyes, and saw that Song Nanxi didn't even look at him again before turning and leaving.

Song Huaicong stood there and watched her leaving figure, and it took him a long time to react.

Even if your wrist is dislocated, it still hurts, right?

But there was no sign of pain on Song Nanxi's face. She remained expressionless throughout the whole process, as if the wrist she was receiving was not her own.

"Huaicong, is Nanxi your sister? Are you brothers and sisters..." Mr. Zou couldn't help but ask after seeing the way Song Huaicong and Song Nanxi got along.

"She's like that. Leave her alone. How are you feeling today?" Song Huaicong didn't want to mention Song Nanxi in front of Mr. Zou, and he couldn't help but feel disgust on her face when he mentioned it.

"Sigh... I know my own body well, so stop working on it." Mr. Zou sighed.

After Song Huaicong heard this, he had a solemn look on his face.

He originally thought that the operation would be successful. After all, he had done so much preparation work before and even invited experts from Kyoto Hospital for consultation. However, he did not expect that the tumor in his brain spread quickly, causing the first operation to be unsuccessful.

That's why he wanted to watch Professor K's surgery video to see if he could find a solution from his surgery video?

He also thought about contacting Professor K to see if he could perform the surgery on the teacher in person?

It's just that I don't even know where she is now, let alone find her.

Song Nanxi left the ward and went directly to the dean's office. If she wanted to operate on Mr. Zou, she had to first understand his condition.