Love you, never separate

Zhou Li is not easy to press down the manic, and he Qing these two words to thoroughly hook up, "he Qing, you don't listen to me, do you?"

"Dr. Wang is my friend..." he Qing explained weakly.

"Which one is missing from your friend? Zhao Xiaochen, Li Yang, Wei Zhuang, which one is not your friend? Have I ever stopped you from making friends? Do you need him? " Zhou Li bit his teeth and squeezed out a few words word by word from his teeth. "Why does it have to be him?"

"Dr. Wang is very nice. Don't be prejudiced against him..." before the last few words were uttered, he was frightened by Zhou Li's sudden roar. This is the first time Zhou Li has yelled at him since he was reunited with him.

"He Qing, why don't you listen to me? Anyone can, just him, Wang Zhiyan, no way! " When Zhou Li heard that he Qing wanted to speak for Doctor Wang, he became more irritable. He could not control his volume and roared out directly.

He Qing was shocked and didn't say anything for a moment. He opened his mouth and let out a little panic hum. Zhou Li also realized that he was in a big mood and rubbed his temple. "Sorry, he Qing, I'm too excited. I apologize. Didn't scare you?"

Before he Qing said anything, he heard an indistinct knock on Zhou Li's door. Zhou Li called "please come in" to the door. The door was pushed open, and someone stepped into the door neatly. "Mr. Zhou, there's a meeting at ten o'clock. Manager Cheng asked me to remind you."

It's Lin Xu's voice. He Qing is stunned. He thinks of what Lin Xu said to him on the rainy day. Zhou's family is going to collapse... He subconsciously asks: "is work... Very busy?"

Zhou Li was a little annoyed. He pinched his temple and waved to Lin Xu to show that he knew. Then he let Lin Xu out of the room. He leaned on the back of his chair and slowed down. Then he said to He Qing in a gentle tone: "there's a meeting to be held later. Let's talk about it in detail tomorrow. He Qing, go home. It's late and it's time to go to bed."

"Then you're busy. Don't be too tired. I'll be home in a minute." He Qing sits in the corridor with his back against the wall and gasps for breath. After waiting for Zhou Li to hang up, he takes down his mobile phone and stares at the end of the call. He doesn't know what he is thinking. His eyes are more firm and bright, and he seems to have made a decision.

He stood up, pushed the door into the ward, turned off the light of the ward, and slowly sat on the stool next to the ward, watching grandma's side face sound illuminated by the moonlight.

He silently counted the sound of the instrument in his heart, from below zero to two thousand three hundred and twenty-five, and the more he counted, the more energetic he was.

He slowly took grandma's hand, holding it in the palm of his hand, gently pinched it, and then put it on his forehead, like saying to himself, "grandma, you will support my decision, right?"

After he asked, he leaned over to grandma and put his ear to the mouth of the buyer. It was like hearing what grandma said. He chuckled, "I knew you would support me."

He was morbidly talking to his grandmother. He didn't get any response. However, he seemed to hear what his grandmother said and laughed from time to time.

As soon as Dr. Wang came back from the outside, he saw such a scene from the window. He just felt sad. For a moment, he didn't know whether he wanted to go in and wake him up or let he Qing continue to deceive himself.

He did not know how long he had been sitting at the door, and he Qing had not come out. He saw that it was already dawn outside, and it was already early in the morning.

The window of the ward was not closed tightly, and a small crack was opened. He could clearly hear the sound of the instruments in it coming into his ears. One by one, it suddenly accelerated. He was in a bad mood, and regardless of what he had dropped, he rushed into the door quickly. He pressed the call bell and rushed to grandma's bed.

But no matter how fast he moves, it's too late. The rapid sound has already been converted into a long sound, and even the ECG has gradually become a straight line.

Dr. Wang's pupils constricted. It seemed that he recalled some unpleasant memories. Strictly speaking, it was the second time that he saw someone slowly die in front of him. For a moment, the blood color on his face almost faded completely.

A group of doctors and nurses came late. A middle-aged doctor with glasses and a little gray on his temples came slowly and patted Dr. Wang on the shoulder placidly.

Then he looked at his watch and announced the time of death in a cold and emotionless voice.

Before leaving, the doctor took a deep look at He Qing, sighed and comforted him: "please be patient with your family."

He Qing stood in the same place, his glasses blinked, he watched his grandmother's ECG flatten little by little, his heart even had no waves.

He laughed at himself in his heart: "it's heartless, not filial!" At the moment when grandma's heart stopped, his first reaction in his heart was relief. I don't know whether it means that he finally got rid of the dark and endless shackles, or that grandma finally got rid of the pain.

A nurse passed in front of him, covered his grandmother with a layer of white cloth, and pushed the bed to the door. He Qing only felt that all this was like slow motion in his eyes. He knew that his grandmother was going to be pushed into the mortuary without going.

He was still standing in the same place, quiet like an outsider, but his hand clenched by his side revealed his inner struggle.

His body was a little unsteady, shaking slowly, as if he was going to fall at any time. Finally, his center of gravity deviated, his whole body tilted, and he bumped into a meat wall, which could block his falling body.

Doctor Wang stretched out his hand to hold he Qing's body, and looked at him Qing with complicated eyes. "He Qing, are you ok..." he knew that he asked this sentence, which was unnecessary. He knew it was something, but he still asked.

He Qing gave Dr. Wang a pale smile, shook his head and said, "I'm ok. I've already been psychologically prepared, haven't I?"

Dr. Wang looked at the last piece of white cloth disappeared outside the crack of the door, then he took back his sight, as if thinking of something. He laughed at Dr. Wang and said, "Dr. Wang, may I ask you a question?"

"What?"