In the next few days, Xue Ling still insisted on going to the hospital to take care of Wang Qing during the day.
Wang Qing can now move his head slightly, but not much. He still has leaks from his mouth when eating, but the situation is not as serious as before, and his swallowing movements have also recovered.
Although the progress is slow, it is progressing little by little. Everyone's mood is not as pessimistic as before, and they no longer frown all day long.
As long as Wang Qing showed any signs of progress, whether it was moving his fingers or twisting his head, everyone would be happy and quickly tell each other to share the good news.
Ahu would wipe her face, hands, and body every day, and sit by the bed to talk to her.
Although there are two caregivers on duty 24 hours a day, Ahu still insists on doing what she can do by herself, just because she is his old wife and is reluctant to let others interfere.
Xue Ling had nothing to do, but still insisted on accompanying Wang Qing, sitting by the bed and reading to her every day with Wang Qing's previous works.
Wang Qing liked it very much. Every time he heard his old best friend read a prose poem he had written, he would always smile slightly, and occasionally even twitch the corners of his mouth, as if he was reading along.
Ahu laughed and said that she must remember the treasures she had written. She turned around and sent a voice message to her daughter, telling her to bring her mother's collection of works when she came over.
Wan Yun said yes, but she didn't bring her over for a long time. It wasn't until about eight o'clock that night that she came to the door of the ward with a haggard look.
Xue Ling was reading a book. He raised his eyes and saw her coming, so he put the book down.
Wan Yun stepped in, her hair hanging on her cheeks and her eyes evasive.
"Aunt, you haven't gone back yet?"
Xue Ling smiled and replied: "Old Chen is already on his way to pick me up. Your dad goes downstairs to take a shower and will be back in a moment."
The nurse stood up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Wan Yun.
Wan Yun thanked her. She seemed very thirsty and drank it all in one go.
Xue Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Xiaoyun, have you not had dinner yet?"
"...I'm not hungry." Wan Yun's eyes dodge: "I ate bread earlier, but I'm not hungry yet."
Xue Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and told the nurse: "Xiao Lin, go downstairs to the kitchen and see if the chef is on duty. If so, ask him to cook some hot noodles or porridge."
The nurse replied ok and hurried out.
Wan Yun sat beside Wang Qing's hospital bed and gently held her hand.
"...Mom, I'm here."
As soon as she finished speaking, she choked unconsciously and did not dare to speak again.
Xue Ling frowned slightly and stepped forward to hold Wan Yun's hand.
Wan Yun was surprised and instinctively turned her head.
Xue Ling took the opportunity to push away her hair, and unexpectedly found that her face was red and swollen, with obvious red handprints on her pretty face, which was obviously a slap!
Wan Yun was startled and hurriedly pushed Xue Ling's hand away.
"Aunt...I...I'm fine."
Xue Ling felt heartbroken, frowned and asked: "Who hit me?"
Wan Yun lowered her head and said nothing. After a long while, she finally whispered: "I... broke up with Huang Mingxian."
"He actually hit you?!" Xue Ling gritted his teeth and asked, "Did he hit you?"
Wan Yun shook her head slowly: "No... I hit myself."
Xue Ling stared at her suspiciously and asked, "What's going on?"
Wan Yun's eyes turned red, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she began to cry in grievance.
"I beat myself up...I hate myself for being blind...I hate myself for not being able to face the reality. He treats me like this, and I still harbor illusions...I feel lucky that he might still love me."
Xue Ling hugged her into his arms and patted her back gently.
"When the wrong person leaves, you will have the opportunity to meet the right person in the future. Whatever you give up, you will get something. Don't attach too much importance to what you give up. Cherish what you have now, and you will get better things in the future."
Wan Yun cried so sadly that she tried her best to suppress her cries.
"He...he said that he is under a lot of pressure now, that he doesn't want to be a house slave all his life, and that I can't give him the ideal married life he wants to live...he also said that with the way my mother is now, he can't see anything in our marriage.
In the future. He begged me to let him go. He said he felt uncomfortable too, but he would rather feel uncomfortable for a while than live in discomfort for the rest of his life..."
"How nice it sounds...actually I just feel that the club is no longer viable and my family can't buy me a mansion or a luxury car as a dowry, so he doesn't want to marry me. I know he is a very realistic person, and at first I thought a man could really stand up to me."
OK……"
"But he is not sincere! He worships the superior and despises the inferior, dislikes the poor and loves the rich... I can't give him the married life he pursues, so he doesn't want to marry me. He told me that fortunately he is not married yet and does not need to divorce. He
He also said, please don’t blame him, because he also has a last resort."
"Auntie! Why am I so unlucky! I am blind, otherwise how could I fall in love with such a man! I hate myself! We have been together for so long, and I didn't realize that he fell out like this
You are a disrespectful villain! I am so useless!"
Xue Ling patted her back and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't cry, so as not to worry your mother. Your father tends to have high blood pressure when he is angry, so it's not good to let him know. Be good, auntie, take you to wash your face and clean your face."
Adjust your emotions."
Wan Yun is no longer the ignorant and weak little girl she used to be. After working in the workplace for several years, her thoughts have matured and she has learned a lot about emotional control.
She got up and went into the bathroom, quickly washed away her tears, poured water on the towel nearby and applied cold water to her face.
Xue Ling lowered his voice: "Are you sure we're separated? Can you explain it clearly?"
"Yes." Wan Yun whispered: "I returned his proposal ring to him. As long as it is something he gave me, I will pack it all and express it back to him when I get back."
Xue Ling nodded: "The situation at the club is not optimistic. You and Xiao Huzi must try your best to grit your teeth and hold on. He needs you to fight side by side now, whether at work or at home, he very much needs the assistance of your sister.
Xiaoyun, now is the time when you have to be strong."
"...I know." Wan Yun coughed lightly and murmured: "Aunt, don't tell my dad just yet. Mom suddenly suffered a stroke. Dad was actually very tormented and uncomfortable inside, but he didn't dare to say it. No matter it was about the club.
, it’s still my business, don’t let dad know.”
This family is already crumbling in the storm, and her matter cannot be the last straw.
She and her brother must turn the tide, change the current situation, and bring a glimmer of light to this gloomy home.
With more income, my mother can get better treatment and care, and my brother doesn't have to be under great pressure.
Xue Ling agreed and said softly: "If I can help, just ask."
"Aunt, can you help take care of my mother." Wan Yun sincerely thanked her: "It has been the greatest help for us to be able to go to work without any worries."
Xue Ling smiled slightly and saw the nurse bringing a large bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and asked her to come out and eat quickly.
After a while, Ahu came upstairs.
Xue Ling said goodbye and went downstairs.
Bodyguard Ah Chao hurriedly got out of the car, opened the door and let her sit in the back seat.
As soon as the car slowly left the hospital gate, Xue Ling said: "Achao, help me check something right away."