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 become 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 evaded: "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 there is any, ask him to cook some hot noodles or porridge and serve it."
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 unconsciously swallowed more 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 turned her head instinctively.
Xue Ling took the opportunity to push her hair away, and unexpectedly found that her face was red and swollen, with obvious red fingerprints on her pretty face. She had obviously been slapped! Wan Yun was startled and hurriedly pushed it away.
Xue Ling's hand.
"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 slowly shook her head: "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 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 a chance to meet the right person later.
If you give up, you will gain. 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.
future.
He begged me to let him go. He said that he felt uncomfortable too, but he would rather feel uncomfortable for a while than live in discomfort for the rest of his life..." "It sounds nice to say it...actually, he just felt that the club was no longer good and my family couldn't buy me a luxury house.
If a luxury car is used as a dowry, he doesn't want to marry me.
I know that he is a very realistic person. At first, I thought it would be nice for a man to be honest..." "But he is not realistic! He worships the superior and despises the inferior, dislikes the poor and loves the rich... I cannot give him the married life he pursues.
So he doesn't want to marry me.
He told me that fortunately he was not married yet and there was no need for divorce.
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 gently and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't cry, so as not to worry your mother.
Your father's blood pressure tends to rise when he's angry, so it's hard to let him know.
Be good, aunt will take you to wash your face and calm down your mood."
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've broken up?
Can you explain it clearly?"
"Um."
Wan Yun whispered: "I gave him back the engagement ring.
As long as it's something he sent me, I'll pack it all up 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 really needs your sister's assistance.
Xiaoyun, now is the time when you have to be strong."
"……I know."
Wan Yun coughed lightly and murmured: "Auntie, don't tell my dad yet.
My mother suddenly suffered a stroke, and my father was actually very tormented and uncomfortable inside, but he didn't dare to say it.
Whether it’s the club’s affairs or my affairs, 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 warmly: "If I can help, just ask."
"Auntie, 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."