After my husband cheated on me

It seems that in order to prove our dream, the heart that can save Song Yu's life is not found after all.

Huo Qingchuan and Wei Yan sat beside us dejectedly for more than ten hours without rest. They looked very tired.

But so what?

Now I can't think of anything, I can't listen to anything. It seems that I have entered a strange world, and I can't accept what happened in front of me.

It turns out that death is really so close to us, just inadvertently. Whether you accept it or not, you can't escape the fate of losing some people.

Think of the Dream Song Yu said to me that sentence, he is smiling, but why recall is so sad.

Tears came out again, but I didn't even have the strength to wipe them off.

A white handkerchief appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw that Huo Qingchuan was on the other side of my hand.

"Sorry." His voice is a little hoarse, because of long-term hard work, I know he is very tired.

He's not wrong at all, I know, but I don't have much to comfort others at this moment.

Tears blinded my eyes. I couldn't even see him clearly. I didn't take Huo Qingchuan's handkerchief, and the tears fell on the back of my hand on my knee.

Huo Qingchuan sighed slightly and leaned forward to me, gently wiping my tears. The soft handkerchief sucked away the tears, and Huo Qingchuan's face became clear gradually.

It has been more than 30 hours since Song Yu was pushed out of the emergency room, and I have hardly left this place. Doctors and nurses came in and out with the smell of haste.

Knowing Song Yu's illness, I have been weeping for several hours. I didn't cry like Bai Shaoqing. I tried my best to suppress my emotion, for fear that I would spread the sad emotion to Song Yu separated by a wall.

Uncle song is still in a coma. I don't know if the old man with white hair can accept the news that his only son will soon die.

Because of sadness and overwork, Bai Shaoqing's body was a little too tired. Her face was very white, and she might faint at any time.

"Lao Wei, take Shaoqing to have a rest." Huo Qingchuan saw something wrong and said to her husband.

"And you?" Wei Yan stood up and supported his wife's shoulder, his eyes worried.

"We," Huo Qingchuan looked at me, "Song Yu has no one to take care of. Let's stay here. Don't worry."

Wei Yan stopped for a while, and finally left with the trembling Bai Shao Qing.

"Call us if you have anything." Before leaving, he left such a sentence.

The corridor is quiet again. It's very quiet. Huo Qingchuan just for my tears handkerchief forced into my hand, and together with my hand tightly hold.

"Don't blame yourself. You did your best." The emotion from his palm clearly passed to my heart, and I knew what he was thinking.

"It may be Providence." I looked up at the ceiling, tears blurred the white incandescent lamp.

"Since it's providence, why do you cry?" Huo Qingchuan looked at me with unspeakable worry in his eyes“ Later or later, don't take all the responsibility to yourself. I'm afraid your body can't bear it. "

I didn't take the responsibility to myself. I'm just an ordinary woman. No matter how hard I try, I can't solve my daughter's problem or save Song Yu's life.

Understand this truth, but why so unwilling, so hate the so-called fate. I just want to live a plain life with the people I love, but why does life give me so many hardships?!

I wiped tears, looking at Huo Qingchuan, "I'm ok, just some can't think of it."

Huo Qingchuan looked at me with a moment of stagnation, and then with a little worry.

"Don't think too much. I won't do anything stupid." I tried to make a smile.

"Go and have a rest. You haven't closed your eyes all day and night. I'll watch here. I'll tell you what happens." Huo Qingchuan patted me on the shoulder and said.

"No," I stood up from the chair and looked at Song Yu's ward. I saw the people on the bed who were still with various instruments. "I want to wait for him to wake up. We'd better tell him the news in person."

Huo Qingchuan also stood up, frowned and thought for a while, "I've been thinking about Song Yu's temper. We'd better not tell him the truth for the time being, at least let him not feel so bad."

I looked at him. "Can it really be like this?"

"Of course, we can, but we need to discuss with the Song family's father and doctors," Huo Qingchuan put his hands on my shoulder. "Don't you know that many patients who don't know they are terminally ill have a much longer survival time than those who know their own conditions."

I looked at Song Yu, who was still sleeping, and then looked at Huo Qingchuan. I couldn't make up my mind for a moment.

"After all, we are outsiders. Let uncle song decide." After a long time of thinking, I said.

Huo Qingchuan nodded.

Uncle song's ward is only a corridor away from here. When the old man came to the ICU with his father's help, I was surprised to find that he had not seen him for a day. It seemed that uncle song, who had been hale and hearty, was getting old overnight.

It's because I'm worried. I'm sad from my heart.

"How, how, is Xiaoyu awake?" As soon as Uncle song saw us, he asked anxiously and looked into the intensive care unit.

It turns out that he doesn't know the real situation of Song Yu. Is it because the doctor hasn't had time to tell him?

I was thinking about how to express to minimize the damage to Uncle song. The doctor who examined Song Yu just came out of the ward.

Skip us, uncle song goes to the doctor.

He held the doctor's clothes tightly as before, his voice was hoarse and his appearance was gaunt.

"Doctor, how is my son? When will he wake up?"

The doctor took a look at us and asked why we didn't tell the patient's family the actual situation. After a brief eye contact, the doctor sighed and then cleared his throat slightly.

"I'm sorry, the hospital has done its best, but the patient's matching heart has not been found, and the best operation time has been missed."

I don't know if all doctors are so used to the indifferent tone of life and death. Maybe the lives of other people's close relatives, in their eyes, are just the patients under their hands, with no feelings to speak of.

Uncle song's voice began to shake. No matter how he didn't want to accept the fact, he understood the meaning of the doctor's words.

"We need to observe the specific situation. Please be psychologically prepared. The survival time of patients may be only three months at most." Said the doctor.

His irrational reply made uncle song stagger backward, and then the old man burst into tears again. He grabbed the doctor's clothes, and the cry reverberated in the empty corridor.

"How can it be like this? It shouldn't be like this. My son is still so young. How can he live for only three months?"

Uncle song, who is too excited, tugs at the doctor's clothes as if he wants to seize his son's life.

"Old gentleman, please calm down." The doctor was a little alarmed when he was dragged, but he still maintained the etiquette of a senior doctor.

We helped to separate uncle song from the doctor. His father hugged uncle song from behind. "Old song, you are so noisy. Do you want to wake Xiaoyu up?"

The implication of the father is very obvious. Do you want your son to know the bad news?

Miraculously, uncle song suddenly quieted down, but still couldn't hide his sadness.

"I'm sorry, doctor. Please understand what it's like to be a father." Huo Qingchuan apologized to the doctor for uncle song.

After finishing his wrinkled front, the doctor didn't have any dissatisfaction. "I can fully understand the old man's mood, but we really tried our best."

Then the doctor left.

Uncle song began to sob. He covered his face with his hands and slowly squatted on the ground. His shoulders could not stop trembling.

What a heartbreaking regret it is to ask him to send a man with white hair to a man with black hair.

The three of us just stood next to Uncle song in silence, watching him. For uncle song now, we can do very little.

After a long time, the father squatted down and dragged his old friend up from the ground.

"Old song, we are all very sad about Xiaoyu's appearance, but we should look in a good direction. If we know that you are sad for him, Xiaoyu will not be at ease." I've never seen such a gentle comforter from my father, and only when he faced such a desperate situation would he do so.

"Uncle song, let's take you back to the ward." The only thing that makes me happy is that uncle song didn't faint this time.

The old man was so sad that we helped him back to his ward.

Sitting on the bed, uncle song still couldn't stop crying.

Quietly with him, I hope that time can slightly ease the pain in his heart at the moment.

"Xiaoyu, he doesn't know the news yet." after a long time, uncle song's mood finally calmed down. Although he was still crying, his tone was rational enough. "He didn't wake up all the time."

I looked at Huo Qingchuan and nodded, "yes."

"He has three months to live. Don't tell him when he wakes up." Uncle song sucked his nose. As Song Yu's parent, he made a decision, "I want him to live a relaxed life in the last days of his life."

"That's how we think about it," Huo said. "It's also good for Song Yu's health."

"It's a shame to bother Huo's son-in-law about our family's affairs." Uncle song looked at Huo Qingchuan and said.

"What you said, I always treat Song Yu as my younger brother." Huo Qingchuan said politely, "you have a rest first. I'll go out and tell the doctor and other people. Since we want to keep it from him, we should be thorough and not make mistakes."

"Please, son-in-law Huo." Uncle Song said.

After Huo Qingchuan left, I went to Uncle song, "sorry, uncle song, I couldn't find the right heart."