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Bewedded, Not Beloved

Chapter: 21

Qiao Yi helped me and ran to the door of the emergency room in a hurry. The doctor was giving an emergency treatment. We could not go in. We could only look inside through the glass on the door.
Dad was lying on the bed. The doctor was giving him a pulmonary resuscitation. He was lifeless and being slaughtered. I was very panicked.
Qiao Yi held me firmly, or I would fall to the ground.
The surrounding environment is very chaotic. I heard my elder sister keep asking her stepmother: “Mom, dad has trouble, he won’t die? He still has a will, can he save him? I heard that there is a medicine now. It can make people look back for half an hour, and it can make people confess what happened behind them…”
“Sister, Dad is alive and well, don’t say such things.” Xiao Shi whispered.
“What does it mean to be alive? I’m doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Can this person be alright?”
“Xiao Lingling!” Stepmother finally got angry: “Can you shut up?”
It’s really noisy, the eldest sister is really noisy.
I kept standing by the door. The nurses and doctors came out and went in and were busy, holding instruments and blood bags. I wanted to ask my dad about the situation, but they were so busy that they didn’t have time to talk to me.
Qiao Yi patted me on the back: “Nothing will happen, my uncle will surely take the risk to a breeze.”
I turned my head and gave her a blank smile. Suddenly I saw that the doctor stopped doing CPR for Dad. Soon a nurse ran out: “Mr. Xiao’s family, unfortunately, I told you that Mr. Xiao lost blood. Too much, the cardiopulmonary function has gradually disappeared, so you must be mentally prepared.”
Psychological preparation, what kind of psychological preparation?
I didn’t have it at all. I stared at my dad lying on the bed with a stunned heartbeat monitor beside him, gradually turning into a line from the previous ups and downs.
Suddenly I have tinnitus and I can’t hear many things.
The eldest sister was screaming and grabbing a nurse and asked: “There is no such kind of medicine in your hospital that can make people come alive and talk. Hurry up, my dad still has things to say.”
My stepmother was crying, crying hysterically and gnashing her teeth.
Qiao Yi stroking my back desperately, whispering in my ear: “Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng, will be fine, uncle will be fine.”
These sounds were very close for a while, and then far away, as if I was locked in a sealed box, and those sounds came from outside the box.
I have experienced parting from the people closest to me since I was a child. I thought that this kind of experience would reappear in many, many years, but I didn’t expect it to happen so much in advance.
The doctor asked us to say goodbye to my father in the emergency room. In fact, he was already in the dying period, so he could not speak and could only roll his eyes with all his energy.
His gaze stayed on me at last, he stretched out his hand, I knew he wanted to hold my hand, I hurriedly stretched out my hand, but was preempted by the stepmother.
She half-kneeled on the ground and held her father’s hand, crying and crying: “You just left, how do you care about such a big company? I am a woman who doesn’t understand anything, they don’t accept me!”
The eldest sister was also crying: “Dad, Dad, Xue Wen is very capable. He manages Jiujiang Company very well, but how can he convince the public if he is just a small manager? Dad, give him a better position… .”
Xue Wen is her husband, my eldest brother-in-law, and father has only one last breath. She is still working hard to fight for her husband’s future.
The stepmother blocked my sight, and then a bunch of people came, including the company’s executives, lawyers, police, and many people in the emergency room, and finally squeezed me out.
I was standing by the window, and the cold wind blew in, half of my face was blown cold.
Qiao Yi kept trying to say something to me, but my ears buzzed and I didn’t know what she was talking about.
After I got back to my senses, I saw the nurse pushing my father’s bed out of the emergency room. He was covered with a white sheet and covered from top to toe. The stepmother was followed by Xiao Shi and the eldest sister.
Qiao Yi’s tears fell hot on the back of my hand, and I looked back at her inexplicably.
“Joey.” I said.
She clasped my shoulders tightly: “Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng…”
The bed roll pressed across the white tiled floor, very harsh.
The white sheet dangled in front of me, and I saw the blood-stained hands of Dad exposed under the sheet.
I stretched out my hand to hold it, but I didn’t succeed.
Probably until today, I can’t fully understand the saying that people have blessings and misfortunes.
My mother passed away early, but she lingered on the bed for a long time, and then we knew in our hearts that she could not stay with me for long.
Although I was grieving at the time, I was mentally prepared for a long time. It was like my heart was torn a long time ago, and after a long time it became numb. When my mother died, I just cried and just cried, but I didn’t know. How sad I am.
My stress ability has never been very good, but I didn’t even pass out to the point of fainting.
I hope that, like the heroine in Qiong Yao’s novels, I will faint at the right time when experiencing the joys and sorrows of life.
However, I don’t have one.
I stood awake at the gate of the hospital watching the funeral home car approaching, and then carried my father into the car.
I stood at the door for a long time, until the rain hit my face, I didn’t feel a little bit.
Qiao Yi has been by my side to accompany me. I looked back at her. In the night breeze, she put her coat on me, wearing only a thin sweater.
I thought about it, and said to her, “Joe, I don’t have a father anymore.”
She flattened her mouth, tears rolled from her eyes, and she hugged me tightly: “Xiao Sheng, you still have me, you still have me.”
Her tears fell on the white coat she put on me, but I did not have tears.
A car drove in front of me, stopped a few meters in front and fell back. The window glass in the back seat of the car opened, revealing Qing Chuan’s face.
Xiao Sheng sat beside him, leaning weakly on his shoulder.
Xi Qingchuan’s side should be my position, but I don’t care about it.
He didn’t look at me, and said briefly: “Get in the car.”
“Where to go?”
“Go to your house and set up a mourning hall.”
“I’m in Qiao Yi’s car.” I whispered.
He didn’t talk nonsense with me anymore, closed the window, and the driver drove the car away.
When he talked to me, his eyes kept looking forward, his face didn’t turn around, I only saw his profile face.
My world is cold tonight. Before, I could still get warmth from my father’s arms, but now, the warmth that belongs to me is getting less and less.
Even the warmth of my husband belongs to others.

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