Momo's Gradual Change

C118. Fate's Cup and Measure.

Chapter 118: Fate’s Cup and Measure

Seeing the woman before her, Song Yimo’s heart sank.

She remembered now. Zuo Chun’s family had always been in dire straits. Her father suffered from kidney failure and required weekly dialysis. She had a younger brother still in middle school, and their family of four survived solely on her mother’s meager income from odd jobs.

Recently, Miao Miao had mentioned that Zuo Chun rode on Hu Xuehong’s bike to and from school because she’d given her own bike to her younger brother.

Now, this tragedy had struck, casting another heavy shadow over their struggling family…

Looking at Auntie Zuo’s anxious expression, Song Yimo’s heart ached.

“Mo Mo, how is she?”

“She’s in surgery, Auntie. Don’t worry—Zuo Chun will be okay.”

“Thank… thank you,” Auntie Zuo stammered, her voice trembling. She looked older than her years, with streaks of gray in her hair. But her fine features hinted at a beauty she once must have had.

Song Yimo and Miao Zhiruo helped her sit down. Noticing the woman’s uncontrollable shaking, Song Yimo signaled silently to Miaomiao for some warm water.

Miaomiao quickly turned to leave, pausing only to return Song Yimo’s phone to her.

Song Yimo didn’t try to comfort Auntie Zuo with empty words. Instead, she sat beside her, holding her cold hands tightly.

Auntie Zuo instinctively squeezed back, gripping Song Yimo’s hand so tightly that it hurt.

Zhai Muyang noticed and stepped forward, but Yimo subtly signaled him to stay back.

Thankfully, Miao Zhiruo returned soon, somehow managing to procure a clear glass mug filled with steaming water, which she placed into Auntie Zuo’s hands.

Since her marriage, Auntie Zuo had weathered blow after blow. The warmth in her hands now seemed to steady her heart a little, and she found the strength to sign the hospital’s critical-condition consent form.

“Thank you, all of you.”

Song Yimo shook her head. “Zuo Chun is our friend; there’s no need to thank us, Auntie.”

Auntie Zuo tried to manage a smile. “I heard all three girls were hurt. What about the other two?”

“Hu Xuehong likely has a broken leg but nothing serious beyond that. We’re not sure about Wu Ting. Miaomiao, could you go check on her?”

“Yes.” Like a gust of wind, Miao Zhiruo darted off, and Song Yimo thought gratefully of how Miaomiao’s dedication to her workouts this past year was finally paying off.

Waiting seemed unbearable, gnawing at everyone’s nerves.

Yet Song Yimo silently wished the surgery would last longer. The more time in the operating room, the better their chances. If the lights went out too soon, that would be the worst omen.

Then, down the corridor, a doctor in his forties appeared. Yu Xi stepped forward to shake his hand. “Thank you, Uncle Chen.”

Dr. Chen smiled, patting Yu Xi’s shoulder before heading into the operating room.

“Dr. Chen is the chief surgeon here—the best in the county,” Yu Xi said.

Song Yimo nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Yu Xi.”

Auntie Zuo thanked Yu Xi repeatedly, her gratitude earnest. He gave a slight nod, as anything Song Yimo asked of him was something he would always do his best to fulfill.