When her aunt found her, she was wearing a pink British-style dress and lying on her back on the floor of the study room. There were two empty bottles of sleeping pills and a depleted bottle of white wine next to her.
Teacher Chen Yang and others rushed to the emergency room of the hospital. The first thing they saw was Wu's father paralyzed on the ground. He covered his face with his hands, his hair was messy, his clothes were scruffy, and he was in a miserable state. Next to Wu's father were squatting several people who had heard the news.
Friends. They seem to be either rich or noble, worth a lot of money, and have extraordinary abilities, but at this moment, they are at a loss, shaking their heads and sighing, with no words to comfort them.
This is a common reaction from family members outside the emergency room of the hospital.
Hearing the footsteps of Chen Yang and others, Wu's father still maintained his unchanged posture. His whole body was enveloped in huge panic, regret and self-blame.
"Old Wu, Teacher Hanhan is here." Someone reminded Wu's father.
Wu's father still didn't move. At such a moment, any secular etiquette was no longer worth mentioning.
After a long while, Father Wu finally raised his head. His eyes were red and his face was haggard, full of vicissitudes and fear. He was just a father who was worried about the fate of his beloved daughter. He no longer had the image of a big boss who was arrogant, strategizing and wealthy.
Teacher Chen Yang stepped forward and wanted to help Wu's father up. Wu's father grabbed Teacher Chen Yang's hand and choked with sobs:
"Teacher Chen, if something happens to my Hanhan, what should I do?"
How could Chen Yang answer this devastating question? His voice was a little out of control and his face turned pale as he asked:
"Don't worry, what does the doctor say now? How do you say it?"
Just as he was asking, an expert in a white coat hurried to the operating room. He was the director of Nancheng Hospital and came down from the venue urgently to provide support.
Wu's father immediately struggled to get up, walked almost to the operating door on his knees, and pulled the director's shirt:
"Dean Cheng, she is my daughter. She is only fourteen years old. Please save her."
Dean Cheng recognized that the anxious father in front of him was Wu Wenxiong, a celebrity from Nancheng. He had no time to say more, sighed and walked in quickly.
Wu's father's friend helped the limp father to a chair and sat down.
Everyone lives for a second like a year and is extremely anxious.
Although there were many people present, it was still audible.
"Teacher Zhou, is Teacher Zhou Yiyun here?" Father Wu suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.
Teacher Zhou Yiyun was leaning against the wall helplessly, praying silently, while constantly blaming herself for paying too little attention to Wu Yihan. She only saw her pride and arrogance in front of others, but failed to notice the helplessness and desolation in this child's heart.
Upon hearing Wu’s father’s inquiry, Teacher Zhou quickly said:
"I'm here."
Father Wu took out a letter folded into a paper crane from his pocket. It was pink and exuded a faint fragrance. It was Wu Yihan's style.
"Written by Hanhan to you."
"For me?" Teacher Zhou quickly took it, feeling confused. Thinking that this was a suicide note, he felt a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
A friend asked Father Wu:
"Didn't Hanhan leave it for you?"
"Keep it!" Wu's father lowered his head, slowly took out a small crumpled piece of paper, and handed it to Teacher Chen Yang beside him.
Chen Yang opened it and saw that it read:
"Dear dad, your wedding night is the moment when your daughter will die. Are you still satisfied with the double happiness?"
Wu Yihan also left a short note to Teacher Chen Yang. The content was very simple:
"Teacher Chen, save three good students, I vote for Hu Xinzhou."
Zhou Yiyun opened the letter with trembling hands.