Why can you forgive her every time? Is it because of her disguise or your feelings for her.
You obviously know better than anyone else what the truth is and what the facts are. But you just don’t believe it.
When facing her, you always feel guilty and always tolerate her again and again.
Have you ever thought that your years of tolerance have now become her connivance.
At this moment, the lights in the emergency room went out.
The door was pushed open by Huo Ran. A doctor in a white coat came out pushing the hospital bed.
Sick, the white quilt covered the thin body. Red liquid seeped out and condensed into black purple.
I looked at Xiao Ye with her head covered by the disease in surprise.
His eyes were wide open, tears were in his eyes unwilling to admit defeat, and he couldn't let go. "Well... why do you need to cover your head? Why? Where is the ventilator? Where is the infusion set? He is still bleeding, why? Is there a mistake?
Where is my Xiaoye?"
The doctor took off his mask. With a serious look on his face, he shook his head in front of us and said those innocuous lines, "We have tried our best."
This is how it is played in movies and TV series.
As long as the doctor says this, the ending will basically become a tragedy.
My tears finally fell. It was as if I heard God’s painful judgment, death penalty!
The cruel words the doctor spoke professionally and coldly sounded to me like a knife, severly cutting, "The child was too young. He was already not breathing when he was brought here. The wheel crushed the child's neck.
The face is also bruised and bloody due to friction. Even if it can be saved, it will only be a breathing shell. It is nothing more than suffering. This way, you can rest a little."
"Rest in peace?" I don't know how this word sounds to other people's ears, but in my ears it is like a flying insect, biting my eardrums. I smiled crazily, "Then why don't you go?"
Rest in peace? Why do you want to live? Why do you want to live so desperately when you are about to die! He is just a child, my Xiaoye, just a child! Why don’t you save him, why! My child..."
I knelt limply in front of Xiaoye's hospital bed, staring at the male doctor in his early forties with blood-red eyes.
I don't know how terrifying I look at this moment, so much so that doctors and nurses don't dare to look at me.
Mu Shiqin hugged me tightly. His eyes were bloodthirsty.
The doctor signaled the nurse to push the bed into the morgue.
I refused to die. I screamed and tried to stop him, but I had no strength.
What I want to stop is not just this little hospital bed. I want to stop the beginning of this tragedy, this destined catastrophe, and I want to stop my poor child from leaving. I want to stop his disappearing body temperature and
life.
However, there is nothing I can do after all!
In the lonely corridor, I collapsed on the ground, as if dead.
At this moment, even breathing feels unnecessary to me.
Mu Shiqin wanted to comfort me, but he didn't know how to speak.
I know he is equally sad. His feelings for Xiaoye are no less than mine. He just can't express it and can't find a way to express it. All he can do is look at me silently. Look at me and smile. Look at me.
Cry, look at my crazy screams, look at my heart-rending wails.
I called Xiaoye's name again and again.
My child. That's my poor child.
He lost his left eye, how should he find his way home!