In the morning, on the plane to Ming City, He Xiyan held her fingers tightly. She frowned. Because of nervousness, every pore in her body was sweating.
The plane flew fast at 10,000 meters high in the air. It was a direct flight, which only took about three hours to Ming City. But she still felt it was not fast enough. She wished that she could be transmitted there directly.
Every now and then she would have a look at the time and see how long it would take to get there. The moment she got her cell phone, she got the news that something had happened to the truck at home. It had turned over into a farmland. Jiahang and little Wang were seriously injured and were still in the operating room of the hospital. Jiahang had had two operations already. Aunt Wang said that Jiahang's head was badly injured. If the operation failed, he might be a vegetable. Little Wang had a comminuted fracture in his left leg and one of his sternums broke as well.
