Bailash Qiong looked panicked and shouted to the doctor for help.
At this time, the clock on the wall stopped at half past eleven.
Two night shift nurses came in first, and then Dr. Zhao hurried over with another doctor. After a quick inspection, they pushed the old man to the emergency room as quickly as possible.
"Grandpa...Grandpa, you must come through, you must come through..."
The door to the rescue room was closed and the lights were on. Bailash Qiong's eyes were already red.
Seeing Bailash Qiong like this, I didn't dare to go up and talk to her.
The old man was so tired that he asked me for a cigarette, so I gave him two cigarettes. After he finished smoking, he couldn't stop smoking.
This has nothing to do with me. After all, the old man has terminal cancer and can live for a month or two. His health is failing in all aspects, and something may happen at any time.
I definitely hope to save him. During that time fifty years ago, the whereabouts of the cast iron Buddha is still a mystery.
Almost half an hour later, the emergency room door opened.
Bai Shiqiong ran over and held the doctor's hand: "Doctor Zhao, how is my grandpa! Is everything okay?"
Dr. Zhao removed the mask.
"Miss Bai, it seems that Mr. Bai still has something he can't let go of. He has a strong desire to live. People rescued him, but it was temporary. Mr. Bai's organs that were fine before also had problems. Now he is gradually suffering from multiple organ failure. He can still survive with the help of machines.
Live two or three more days."
After hearing this, Bai Shiqiong bit her lips and wiped away her tears.
"Dr. Zhao, can I go in and see grandpa?"
The doctor nodded: "Okay, I will communicate with my colleagues after my shift, and try to let your family members see Mr. Bai as much as possible in these two or three days."
Natural birth, old age, illness and death cannot be controlled. If one day I become like this, I will face it calmly. Maybe I will unplug myself from the oxygen. But I noticed the doctor’s words. He said that the old man seems to have something that he can’t let go of.
Is it because I have the desire to live just to take a look at the cast iron Buddha?
It’s just an antique from the Ming Dynasty. How can you be so obsessed with it?
I called Brother Yu in the corridor of the hospital, and contacted Tian Sanjiu through Brother Yu. After hearing what I said, Tian Sanjiu was silent for a minute on the phone and said: "God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and the time has to be advanced.
My plan must be advanced, so you can stay there before Bai Tingli dies."
I asked him why I stayed here? I'm not a relative, so I asked you, are you looking for the cast iron Buddha from the Iron Buddha Temple?
Tian Sanjiu said calmly: "What I found is that Wang Xiaoqin died in 1958, Tang Xin died in 1993, and Bai Tingli still had something to hide from me. A lot of things happened that year. I only know the approximate location of the Iron Buddha. Soon
I will find it."
Then, he suddenly laughed out loud on the phone and continued: "Huang Mao and Wei Xiaogang have fled to the south, the cultural relics from the Binta Underground Palace have also flowed into the underground black market in Zhejiang, and all the old immortals from the Northern Shaanxi Bureau have passed away.
, Now I can do whatever I want in Xianyang. When those people catch Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao and recover the Binta cultural relics, I will have already obtained the Iron Buddha."
After hanging up the phone, I thought about what I had said.
Tian Sanjiu's fifth step is to divert the disaster to the south.
In the past, the Cultural Relics Bureau and the police would chase tomb robbers everywhere. This does not apply to Tian Sanjiu. He seems to be fearless of anything. Yang Kun and the others do not know how they died until they die.
The old man woke up in the early hours of the morning. I don't know if he had regained consciousness. He still recognized people and could speak. However, because he was breathing oxygen, he had to get very close to hear what was said.
At about seven o'clock in the morning, all the descendants of the Bai family arrived. Relatives and friends from all walks of life gathered around the ward. As an outsider, I seemed a bit redundant.
"who are you?"
I was sitting on a chair in the corridor when a young man suddenly walked out of the ward. He was young, elegant and wearing glasses. He looked like a college student.
"Hello, I am friend Bailashqiong, and my surname is Xiang."
"Oh, it turns out to be Sister Bai's friend. Sister Bai is very sad."
The bespectacled man and I were sitting side by side on the chairs in the corridor. He pointed to the ward: "Brother, in fact, according to me, it is not easy for the old man to survive for so long. He should eat and drink well and send him away early, and then be buried in mourning.
This is business, do you think what I said is right?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, brother, you are absolutely right."
The man with glasses clapped his hands and said: "Yes, while the old man still has his eyes open, we shouldn't make noises and cry. We should let the old man try on the size of the shroud while his eyes are still open, and ask what kind of coffin he likes to lie in and how many boys he wants.
A virgin or something.”
After he finished speaking, he stood up and handed me a business card.
"If you have my phone number, my store is right across from the hospital."
I took a look and saw on the business card, "Babaoshan Baishi Store, Xianyang Chain Branch, Manager Niu, phone number 156xxx"
Only then did I react.
It turns out that this guy is not a descendant of the Bai family. He sells shroud candles. I guess he may not even know who Bailash Qiong is.
At night, I opened the ward door.
"Boss Bai, I'm going out to find a place to sleep for the night. If you need anything, please call me. I will definitely help you if you need me. How is Mr. Bai's situation?"
"Grandpa couldn't speak clearly again. He woke up just now and gestured to me. I didn't know what it meant."
I asked what gesture it was?
Bailash Qiong did it again.
Spread two fingers apart...isn't this the gesture of holding a cigarette...
I didn't dare to say it, let alone give it to him. I saw that the old man on the hospital bed had fallen into a coma again. I guess he was also an old smoker before.
After coming out of Tonghui Hospital, I had something to eat in a restaurant and asked someone about how many hotels there were on Tonghui North Road. I headed there around ten o'clock in the evening.
Tonghui North Road is behind the hospital. There are rows of streetlights on the road illuminating the ground dimly. After walking for more than a hundred meters, I saw a light on at the door of a small shop. There was a sign of Babaoshan Branch at the door, and on the glass of the shop
There is a white paper advertisement that says customized shrouds, candles, and urns.
I took out a business card from my back pocket, looked at it, and stepped into the store.
Judging from the current situation, the old man will not be able to survive for a day or two. I am thinking of buying a wreath and expressing my feelings at that time.
I pushed the door of Baishi's shop, but it didn't open, and then pulled it open again. Only then did I notice an arrow pointing up on the door. It turned out that the door was pushed upward, just like
Same as rolling shutter doors.
After entering the door, a bell rang, which probably told the store that a customer was coming.
"boss?"
There was an incandescent lamp with seven or eight degrees of brightness on in the store, and there were some shroud styles and bundles of candles on the shelves. No one was there.
"Boss? Buy something!"
There was another room inside with a leather door curtain. I heard something moving inside, so I opened the door curtain.
I saw Manager Niu sitting on a chair with his back to me during the day. He was wearing big headphones, his pants were halfway down, and he was staring at the DVD player attentively, moving his right hand up and down.
