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Chapter 42 The phone you dialed has been turned off
Song Cheng picked up the lunch box and left the base, then called Jiang Mo.

"Doo...beep...beep"

Listening to the beeping sound, she felt even more uncomfortable, and finally ended with the sentence "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Song Cheng walked slowly on the road, looking at both sides of the road while walking, nothing, nothing.

There was no one, she was the only one on the whole road.

Halfway through, she called Jiang Mo again, this time the phone was turned off, please call again later.

Song Cheng was completely restless now.

She was very anxious, as if she had been scratched by a cat many times in her heart, and the long nails of the hand holding the lunch box were deeply embedded in the palm of her hand.

She felt no pain at all, not even a feeling.

"It's so uncomfortable." Song Cheng quickened her pace and walked home. She wanted to take some medicine for anxiety, otherwise it would get worse and worse.

The speed of her feet was getting faster and faster, and her hands were clenched tighter and tighter. When Song Cheng got out of the elevator and saw the door of the house, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she entered the door, she didn't care about changing her shoes, and rushed directly to the small medicine box by the door, searching frantically for the bottle of medicine inside.

Ma Qingqing was taken aback by Song Cheng's sudden action. She stayed there for two seconds, then ran to her side and asked with concern, "Chengzi, are you okay?"

"Ah, Cheng Zi, your hand is bleeding!" Ma Qingqing was terrified by her, and quickly took a piece of Band-Aid, wanting to stick it on Song Cheng's hand.

But she saw that Song Cheng's condition was not right, her complexion was not good, her lips gradually turned white again, and there were still some fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Chengzi, are you anxious again?" Ma Qingqing frowned and locked Song Cheng's hands.

Song Cheng's heart was beating violently, and she was trembling all over. She breathed heavily, nodded and said, "Qing...Qing'er, medicine..."

"Okay, okay." Ma Qingqing looked down and found the medicine that Dr. Yang came to give her last time, then poured out a few tablets from it, stood up and poured a glass of water, and handed it to her.

Song Cheng swallowed it down.

Song Cheng was still trembling before the effect of the medicine came into play. Seeing this, Ma Qingqing stroked her to the sofa and sat down.

She took the sterilized hydrogen peroxide and used a cotton swab to sterilize Song Cheng's palms first. After the sterilization, she used a dry cotton swab to clean up the white foam, and finally put on a band-aid.

Song Cheng's condition was still very bad, Ma Qingqing wiped her face with a hot towel, and kept saying to her, "It's okay, it will be fine."

She kept comforting Song Cheng until Song Cheng fell asleep, then she closed the bedroom door and went to the living room.

At the door of the living room, there were still a few drops of blood from Song Cheng's palm. She wiped away her tears and took off the blood on the ground with a mop.

Ma Qingqing felt sorry for Song Cheng too much, because she had to bear the trauma of her life because of the indifferent words of others.

Coupled with the fact that her personality is more delicate, this thing is like stacking buffs, making her more and more out of breath.

"Hey..." Ma Qingqing sighed, obviously her anxiety had improved a bit in the past two years, and it started again today, so she must have been stimulated by something.

She had a headache, and after packing everything up, she went back to the bedroom. Song Cheng slept peacefully, and she could breathe a sigh of relief.

Ma Qingqing was afraid that Song Cheng would feel uncomfortable again in the middle of the night, so she prepared a cup of hot water and the medicine she had just taken by the bedside.

After helping Song Cheng tuck the quilt, she turned off the light.

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