Song Fei closed the door behind her, and Nan Yan sat down gracefully, without even looking at Song Yihuan during the whole process.
Just get straight to the point: "I wonder if Miss Song invites me here this time. What's the reason?"
Song Yihuan frowned, her heart skipped a beat, and she pursed her lips.
It seems difficult to speak.
Song Fei, on the other hand, quickly smoothed things over and said, "Miss Alina, we... want to apologize to you for what happened last time -"
"I'm sorry about what happened last time."
Song Yihuan interrupted Song Fei directly. Although her tone was full of apology, her expression was still a bit stiff.
"Alina, I... I just didn't want Ajing to see my legs, so I was a little excited. I came back and reflected on it. Ajing was right. I was indeed too emotional about this matter."
She said, trying her best to smile.
"That day, I was also worried about my child. I hope Alina you can understand my feelings as a mother..."
Song Yihuan said and bowed forward.
My attitude is very sincere, but I don't know if that's what I think in my heart.
Nan Yan sneered in his heart, but still smiled kindly on his face, and said: "Miss Song is really too polite. Mr. Lu also apologized to me for what happened that day. I didn't want to because of this incident." , affecting our doctor-patient relationship.”
Her words clearly told Song Yihuan that she didn't care about Lu Huaijing because of his face.
Song Yihuan was thinking deeply, how could she not hear it.
But in order to be able to heal her legs, she still had to compromise and said: "Thank you very much Miss Alina for your generosity."
Nan Yan nodded, Song Yihuan asked Song Fei to get the menu and delivered it to Nan Yan first.
"Ms. Alina, I just opened this restaurant last month. See if you like it."
Nan Yan didn't come here to eat, he just ordered a few random dishes.
She glanced at Song Yihuan and said, as if talking casually, "By the way, Miss Song, I... saw your child yesterday. Don't you want to know how he is doing?"
Song Yihuan has always been selfish. Although she specifically apologized to Nan Yan today, she never asked about her child's current situation from beginning to end.
It can be seen that she doesn't care about this child very much.
But Nan Yan wanted to test them out, because only in this way could she grasp their weaknesses more clearly.
Sure enough, when Song Yihuan heard this, her expression suddenly turned gloomy.
She smiled reluctantly and then said: "This child Shijiu...because of my disabled legs, he has never really liked seeing me. It's not that I can't see him."
The cover-up explanation made Nan Yan more certain that her relationship with Lu Huaijing was not as good as the rumors outside.
The smile on her red lips deepened.
After a pause, he seemed to be relieved and said: "Miss Song, don't worry too much. As long as I am here, there is still a high possibility that you can stand up again. Children are not sensible. When you are well, you will be better." It’s not too late for education.”
Xu Nanyan's words touched Song Yihuan's heart, and she immediately asked:
"Really? I...really have a chance to stand up?"
Nan Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Although I have only treated Miss Song once, if my prediction is correct, you have already started to feel your legs, right?"
Song Yihuan's eyes flashed, but she nodded.
"Indeed, I have used many methods before, but the effect...is not significant."
After the car accident, although the hospital saved her legs, Song Yihuan no longer had any feeling in her lower body.
It’s not like she has never tried acupuncture and physiotherapy. She continues to try new treatment methods every year, and has been diagnosed many times by experts at home and abroad.
But it has no effect.
Therefore, when she first saw Nan Yan using silver needles for acupuncture, she was not interested at all.
Until, she really started to feel it.
Nan Yan smiled and then added: "Of course, the initial treatment will be very effective, but I also want to remind Miss Song not to rush for success. You have had leg disease for five years, and the treatment process is also long. It will be lengthened accordingly, I hope you can be mentally prepared.”
Song Yihuan heard this, although she was a little disappointed, but in order to be able to stand up, she could endure it no matter how long the process was.
After a meal, we had a great conversation.
The second treatment was scheduled directly in the afternoon.
Although the acupuncture process was long, Song Yihuan was pleasantly surprised that this time, she could vaguely feel the feeling of needles penetrating her skin.
She was extremely pleasantly surprised. Even after finishing the acupuncture, her eyes were full of hope.
"Alina, I...I can feel the sting, you are really amazing!"
Song Yihuan even gave Nan Yan a rare compliment.
The latter just put the silver needle away calmly and said: "Ms. Song's condition is better than I thought. It seems that your subsequent treatment will have better and better results!"
To make a person extremely desperate, you must first let her see hope.
Only by seeing hope and then falling into despair can a person's willpower be completely broken.
Nan Yan had already begun to look forward to it, and Song Yihuan looked like when her hope was dashed again.
Song Yihuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was still immersed in the excitement of finding consciousness, and was completely unaware of Nan Yan's eyes as cold as frost.
After she packed her things, she seemed to suddenly think of something and said:
"By the way, Miss Song, Shanghai will hold a charity party next week. There will be a lot of things for auction. I happened to be invited too. I heard that Mr. Lu will also go. Why don't I give you some treatment during this time? You can also go to the auction in a brand new condition.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Song Yihuan's face froze.
"Charity gala, what charity gala?" She was obviously surprised.
After all, as a well-known philanthropist in Nancheng, there would be no charity party without inviting her.
Since Lu Huaijing is also going, it proves that only the top class will attend this charity party.
What's more, the organizer is Shanghai.
Nan Yan pretended to be surprised, "Miss Song...don't you know? It must be Mr. Lu who wants to give you a surprise. After all, it has been five years since Shanghai held a dinner..."
In the past five years, Lin Jinchi has been by her side, and even Shang Hai rarely appears in the country.
Song Yihuan's face turned ugly to the naked eye.
She was speechless, but she could only follow Nan Yan's words and continue: "I... of course I know. Ah Jing told me a long time ago. I... I just don't know what to wear..."
As she spoke, her eyes dimmed.
Yes, how could a woman who even needs someone to take care of her excretion show up at a high-society dinner party filled with beautiful women?
