"Who are Cen Zhiqiao's family members?" At this moment, a nurse came out of the operating room and shouted to several people waiting there.
Immediately, several people gathered around him: "I am his father, how is my daughter?"
"The patient is bleeding heavily and now needs a blood transfusion. Which of you has blood type A?" the nurse said urgently, obviously the situation was extremely urgent.
But the three men were all stumped.
blood type a...
Both Cen's father and Cen Zijin are type B, while Jiang Sinan is type AB...
"Can't it be transferred from the blood bank of another hospital?" Jiang Sinan asked with a frown.
"Yes, but it will be slower. The patient's condition is very critical. I'm afraid I can't wait any longer..."
As soon as he said this, everyone in the room was shocked. Father Cen immediately panicked: "I must save my daughter, I must save my daughter..."
"But there is nothing we can do without suitable blood..." The nurse said awkwardly as he held her hand tightly.
"That..."
"I have blood type A!" At this moment, a female voice sounded faintly, and she heard Du Tingting walking in from the end of the corridor, rolling up her sleeves: "I will give her a blood transfusion."
Obviously he didn't expect her to do this. Jiang Simon was stunned and looked over with some confusion, but Du Tingting didn't even frown: "I don't want to save her, I want to save Brother Nianchen's child. He is not here now."
Well, nothing can happen to his child again."
Saying this, he followed the nurse into the operating room, minding his own business.
The operation was successful because the blood supply was timely and both mother and child were safe.
They were sent to the intensive care unit and the baby room respectively, and Du Tingting followed them out.
After drawing a lot of blood, she felt a little dizzy, but she was in good spirits. Standing outside the baby room, she couldn't help but feel a little lost: "It's a boy. He's very cute. Brother Nianchen, you should be able to rest in peace."
For some reason, I suddenly wanted to cry at this moment. It was she who saved Gu Nianchen's child, so...
"Brother Nianchen, if you know me well, you must remember me, be grateful to me, and then be nice to me in the next life."
After finishing speaking, tears fell from his eyes.
In the intensive care unit, Cen Zhiqiao lay there weakly.
The surroundings were quiet, apart from the ticking of the machine, the only sound was her breathing.
The anesthetic had not worn off yet, so she could not move, and there was no functioning part of her body except her brain.
But she would rather her brain couldn't function, think about nothing, and know nothing, so she wouldn't be so sad.
She felt that she was the stupidest idiot in the world. As Du Tingting said, she was Gu Nianchen's nemesis. She never brought him good things, only hurt and pain. Even his life was caused by her.
leave.
Tears fell, and she didn't have the strength to wipe them away. She just let them wet the pillow. She suddenly recalled the last meeting between the two of them. He almost begged her for forgiveness, but she just sneered and shook him off.
hand.
"Unless you disappear from my life forever!"
She said this, and he really did it, but who knows how much she regrets it at this time...
Thinking of this, tears slipped down again. If she could choose, she would rather die than him living well, but there is no what if...
Time can't be turned back, she didn't even have time to say forgiveness, he just disappeared from her life... Gu Nianchen, what do you want me to do?
*
In the next few days, Cen Zhiqiao stayed quietly.
Neither crying nor fussing, like a rag doll without emotions, just lying there quietly.
Everyone knew that she was annoyed with him, but no one could persuade her. How could she persuade her?
Talking too much will only rub salt into the wound, but if you don't say it... there is no way to let her feel so depressed...
In desperation, Father Cen had no choice but to find Jiang Sinan.
"You have seen Qiao Qiao like this. She just gave birth to a child, but she is crying all day long. I am really worried..." Mr. Cen burst into tears. Seeing Cen Zhiqiao getting thinner and thinner, how could he feel better?
How could Jiang Simon feel so good? Seeing Cen Zhiqiao like that, and then thinking about the situation when Gu Nianchen was killed by a bomb, he was heartbroken more than anyone else. So during these days, he didn't even dare to appear in front of Cen Zhiqiao, for fear of touching that person.
A memory I don’t want to recall.
"Uncle, we all understand Qiaoqiao's pain, but no one can do it for her. We can only wait for her to recover slowly."
"I understand this, but that child is so stubborn. I'm afraid she'll get stuck in a corner and not be able to get out..." Father Cen sighed.
Although Cen Zhiqiao is not his biological child, his personality is very much like his, stubborn and strong, just like a hard rock.
"Uncle means..."
"I hope you can enlighten her more." Cen's father explained: "Mei Zi is dead, and Nian Chen is no longer here, so you are the only one who can stay with her. Zi Jin's father is not in good health, so he only
I can go back there to take care of her for the time being, but as a father, although I am by her side, I can't communicate as easily as you young people can, so Simon, if you have time, come and spend more time with her."
Speaking of which, Jiang Simon naturally had no reason to refuse.
Thinking about it, he didn't dare to face Cen Zhiqiao because he witnessed Gu Nianchen's death, but he somehow forgot that Qiaoqiao really needed someone by his side at this time.
Then he stood up and nodded to Cen Shanfang: "Uncle, you must be very tired from watching Qiao Qiao these days. Why not go back and rest, I will stay with her."
Only then did Cen Shanfang smile. Seeing Jiang Simon's figure disappear from sight, he stood up, looked up at the ward on the twelfth floor, then turned around and left the hospital.
Jiang Simon took the elevator all the way to the twelfth floor.
As soon as I went up, I saw a bustling atmosphere.
Doctors and nurses were running all over the corridor, and patients were waiting eagerly, as if something big had happened.
He was stunned for a moment, having a bad feeling for no reason, and stretched out his hand to grab a nurse who was running past.
"Excuse me, what happened?"
The nurse was very anxious. She was holding an unknown instrument in her hand. She staggered when he pulled her, and finally regained her balance. Then she said: "The patient in bed No. 8 committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. Now,
We are going to perform gastric lavage on her."
One sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Jiang Simon was startled. The next moment, he pushed the nurse away and rushed over.
The ward was very busy. As soon as I entered the door, the bitter smell of medicine hit my face. Several doctors gathered around the bed and were discussing something in a low voice.
Because his back was turned to him, he couldn't see the person on the bed, so he became more and more panicked. He pushed aside the crowd and threw himself on the bed like flying.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, how are you?"
What came into view was a pale little face, much thinner than in memory, which made his eyes sore.
"You...what are you doing!"
He actually chose to escape and use death to escape!
The harsh scolding finally made the person on the bed slowly open his eyes. His mouth was bitter and astringent, but his stomach was extremely empty. He looked at the person beside the bed and then at the doctor standing there. She
His brows furrowed and he suddenly became excited.
"Why didn't I die? Why didn't I die?"
She sat up from the bed all of a sudden. There was still half a bottle of medicine on the cabinet. She went to get it without thinking, but before she could touch it, Jiang Simon snatched it away and threw it into the trash can by the door. He scolded her.
: "Qiaoqiao, what on earth are you going to do? How...how can you commit suicide?"
The sharp tone was a bit harsh, which shocked Cen Zhiqiao, but then he pounced on it regardless, pushing aside the crowd to pick up the medicine bottle.
Two nurses immediately came forward to restrain him, but at this time, Cen Zhiqiao had lost his mind and was extremely strong. While trying to break away from the two people, he kept shouting: "I want to die, let me die..."
Let me die..."
"Pa--"
All the sounds disappeared in this loud slap. Jiang Simon's hands were shaking, as if even he himself did not expect this slap, but he did not regret it.
Looking at Cen Zhiqiao's frozen body, he walked over step by step, held her shoulders, and forced her to look at him. His voice gradually came out softly: "Cen Zhiqiao, how can you be so selfish?
How can you choose to die to escape? If you die, what will happen to your father? What will happen to your children? Gu Nianchen is no longer here, do you want your children to lose their mother? "
Every word was spoken with blood, and every word was burned into Cen Zhiqiao's heart. Her body trembled violently: "My child...my child..."
Like a demon in a daze, he kept mumbling words, but there were only two words: child...
Jiang Simon couldn't help but feel a burst of heartache, like a knife cutting him. God knows how much he wished it was him who died. Maybe she wouldn't have to suffer like this!
"So Qiaoqiao, you have to be strong, you know? Don't say that Gu Nianchen's body hasn't been found yet, even if he is really dead, you have to live well."
Live well, live with you and his children, live with the hope that his body has not been found, live well, live well...
*
Three years later, the Xijiao Bridge.
It's winter again, and City H is as cold as ever, with cold snow covering the ground, making the already remote suburbs even more deserted.
It was silent, as if everything around him was frozen.
On the bridge, perhaps due to the weather, there were very few cars and pedestrians passing by, so when a shiny silver Cadillac stopped steadily, I was shocked by the snow covering the ground.
But no one got out of the car for a long time, and I could only vaguely hear the cries and laughter of children, like silver bells.
"Mom, mom, why do we come here every year?"
"Can I really see dad here?"
"My classmates all have fathers. Where is my father?"
A series of questions echoed around the empty bridge. Without looking at the child, just listening to the voice was full of energy and very lovable.
But his question was a bit sad.
This child...has no father?
This question was answered quickly. As the child's voice gradually became lower, a gentle girl hidden among them, with a steady accent, slowly overflowed her words: "Your father, he passed away a long time ago."
Far, far away, when Little Lemon grows up, he will come back..."
"Then what kind of person is my father? Is he as tall and big as Duoduo's father, and is he good at fighting?"
"Is Duoduo's father good at fighting?"
"Well, I heard that one time someone's front teeth were knocked out because the person accidentally bumped into Duoduo and soiled her floral skirt..."
"That's different from Little Lemon's father. Lemon's father is a very elegant and gentle man who won't use his fists casually."
"Really?" The child's voice was full of joy, "I really hope I can grow up quickly so that I can see my father..."
"Well, grow up quickly..." The woman's soft voice gradually lowered, as if filled with infinite regret, and as the car started, it drifted away...