Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 311 Crazy (1)
There are two completely different worlds inside and outside the operating room, but there is a faint connection between them.Jiang Muchen quietly walked to the rescue platform, and calmly bent down: "Dad, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Qianxue, who was lying silently on the hospital bed, opened his eyes, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Muchen couldn't bear to watch suddenly, and lowered his head shyly: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Jiang Qianxue nodded heavily, gasped for a long time, and said in pain: "Your brother..."

Jiang Muchen approached the past weakly, his whole body seemed to be out of his body, and he couldn't even hear the sounds and noises around him clearly.

Jiang Qianxue was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her old face could not see a trace of life, her white-stained hair was messily pasted on her forehead soaked in sweat, her whole person was indescribably destitute and dilapidated.

Jiang Muchen, who was standing by the bed, suddenly knelt heavily, covering the back of his rough hands with trembling fingers, his eyes full of thoughts.

The skin that used to be well maintained is now skinny and covered with large areas of age spots.There are tubes all over the body, and spider webs extending from the hospital bed to the monitoring equipment on both sides. It doesn't look like a former business tycoon, but an old man who is full of sickness.

This person is his father, the father who has raised him for decades!After he was ten years old, he hardly ever touched his father's hand. Now that he touched it, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, which made his limbs ache.

The emergency room was quiet, several doctors retreated exhaustedly before Jiang Muchen came in, the room was filled with the pungent smell of medicine and the lingering smell of blood.

On the hospital bed, Jiang Qianxue closed his eyelids tightly, breathing so shallow that he could barely feel it. Just when Jiang Muchen thought he had passed out, he heard him speak again, with joy, pain, and unspeakable loneliness in his voice: "Your brother He's still... still alive, alive..."

Jiang Muchen nodded his head lightly, and squeezed out "Dad" from his throat with a hoarse voice, and all the remaining resentment and self-blame turned into wordless silence.

Jiang Qianxue exhaled more air than he took in, and it took a long time to open the corners of his mouth with difficulty, his turbid eyes gradually became moist, shining like rain in the long-drought wasteland.The withered face also became a little more angry because of it.

Jiang Muchen turned his face away, his temples twitched, countless words rushed to his lips, and he swallowed them after twisting his lips and tongue.In the face of imminent death, all words seemed so feeble.

The air was silent again, except for the ticking sound of the instruments in the room, only the light and heavy breaths of the father and son flowed.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe just a few seconds, Jiang Qianxue's hand moved vigorously.

Jiang Muchen clenched his hand tightly reflexively, as if something flowed out of his eyes, so strange, yet so warm.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Every time Jiang Qianxue uttered a word, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and his once wise and shrewd eyes were obscure and gloomy.He raised his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something, but finally dropped it slumped.

Jiang Muchen's heart tightened for a while, and he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest. With trembling hands, he held his hands in his palms, and said shyly, "I don't blame you..."

Jiang Qianxue's lips moved slightly, slowly opened bit by bit, and it took a long time before he uttered a word that was not clear: "Okay..." After speaking, he smiled and looked at Jiang Muchen's gradually clear face, his eyelids a little bit. close up.

"Dad...doctor!" Jiang Muchen's voice trembled suddenly, and he vigorously shook Jiang Qianxue who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed: "Dad...you answer me! Answer me!"

Jiang Qianxue lay down peacefully, as if he was in a deep sleep, with a faint smile on his lips.The blood on Jiang Muchen's face faded instantly, even the color of his lips became pale and pale, and his black eyes tightened violently.

The next moment, he suddenly stood up and supported the bedpost, stretched out his hand tremblingly to sniff.

After probing, his face changed drastically again, he could almost hear his own beating heartbeat, and he heard his voice hoarse, as if crushed by gravel: "Doctor!"

Several doctors who were guarding the lounge next door rushed in in an orderly manner to give first aid.Jiang Muchen's back was against the cold partition wall, his body slid down uncontrollably little by little, his face was instantly gloomy and frightening, and his eyes were filled with violent storms.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry. We have tried our best." With the sound of alarms from the monitoring equipment, the doctor's words seemed to be close to his ears, but they were as far away as the ends of the world.

Jiang Muchen stared helplessly at the white sheet, which slowly covered Jiang Qianxue's peaceful face, and his tightly knit eyebrows gradually disappeared in front of his eyes.An indescribable hatred spread in his heart.

The doctor seemed frightened by his appearance, and asked cautiously again: "Do you want to notify the funeral home immediately?"

After struggling to suppress his hatred, Jiang Muchen nodded numbly, and gradually loosened his clenched hands.

Walking out of the emergency room, the chilly wind instantly hit his face.He stood in front of the door unknowingly, looking at the gloomy Jian Yunshang with blurred eyes, and slowly moved to Shen Rumei, with a trembling voice: "He's gone."

Jian Yunshang and Shen Ru raised their eyebrows together, surrounded him in disbelief, and held his arm from left to right.

"Being able to see you once, he should be able to leave without worry." Shen Rumei's voice was soft, like a heavy hammer, hitting Jiang Muchen's heart hard.

He pursed his pale lips, nodded mechanically, stretched out his hand to hold Jian Yunshang's cold little hand, turned to Zhong Changru and said, "Uncle Zhong, you and my dad have met once, so please help me take him to the funeral home .”

Zhong Changru looked at Jiang Muchen who tried his best to suppress his emotions, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out of the emergency room, briefly explained the rules for transporting the body, and then left quietly.Jiang Muchen waited for the body to exit in despair, silently took Jian Yunshang's hand, and followed step by step.

Watching the car that transported the remains leave, Jian Yunshang felt his hands tremble violently, and his heart ached from his appearance, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Mu Chen, let's go home first."

Jiang Muchen turned his head back with empty eyes, staring deeply at her tense face, tightened his hands tighter and tighter, numbly pulled her into his arms, hesitantly raised his feet and started to walk: "Let's go home."

Back in the car, he leaned wearily into Jian Yunshang's arms, his sword eyebrows deeply twisted into a word "Chuan".The driver glanced back, sighed and started the engine.

"Mu Chen..." Jian Yunshang called out in a low voice, adjusted her posture, and hugged his head with both hands: "You have a good rest, I'll call you when you get home."

(End of this chapter)