86. If Xu Yanmei died

Because it is the New Year, even the trees on both sides of the street are hung with colorful lights and big red lanterns.

The policewoman was driving, thinking about how when she left home, the table was already filled with delicious fish and meat, the pot was boiling in the kitchen, and her little daughter was at the door, stretching her arms and calling for her mother...

I can't help but want to curse in my heart. It's New Year's Day, can't we have a quiet night? If you want to make a fuss, can't you wait until after the New Year to talk about it?

After cursing, he glanced at Xu Wenqiang, who looked gloomy in the rearview mirror, and the resentment in his heart turned into a sigh.

Colleagues at the hospital had already reported that of the three people sent to the hospital, a boy about the same age as the girl had the least serious injuries. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he was fine. He hadn't regained consciousness because of malnutrition and lack of sleep.

The middle-aged man attacked by the boy was his father who had locked him up at home. He was the most seriously injured and was still in a coma.

The girl's mother was also attacked. When the police first arrived, she seemed resilient. On the way to the hospital, she kept yelling and cursing, even asking who would pay for her medical bills. But before she even reached the hospital, she fell into a coma.

After the examination at the hospital, the doctor said that although her injuries were serious, they were not fatal. The fatal cause was the malignant tumor in her brain.

The doctors said there was nothing they could do.

The policewoman couldn't help but look at Xu Wenqiang again.

She also has a daughter, and the thought of dying first and leaving her little daughter alone... not to mention whether there would be anyone to help her when she encounters difficulties, and whether there would be anyone to help her with major events such as getting married and having children in the future, just thinking about the fact that no one would take care of her food and clothing, made her so sad that she couldn't think anymore.

Xu Wenqiang knew the policewoman was looking at her, and knew she felt sorry for her, but she didn't feel anything. After all, compared to the crowds at the farmers' market, the policewoman's pity was at least well-intentioned.

Xu Wenqiang silently watched the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, constantly wondering what would happen to Chen Yang? What would happen to Chen Long and Xu Yanmei? What would happen to herself... But no matter who she thought of, her thoughts would become a tangled knot, entangled in it.

"Candy?"

When Xu Wenqiang was unable to find the exit, Xiao Cheng beside her handed her a piece of candy.

Looking at the beautiful candy, Xu Wenqiang shook her head and said, "It's too sweet."

"It's not sweet, it's bitter," said Xiao Cheng.

"Really?" Xu Wenqiang opened the package and put the candy into her mouth woodenly.

The first bite is indeed bitter, but the bitterness in the mouth is still wrapped in the sweetness of honey.

It turns out to be chocolate, which can replenish physical strength.

Knowing Xiao Cheng's good intentions, Xu Wenqiang whispered, "Thank you."

"There's no need to say thank you to each other," Xiao Cheng said.

"I still have to say what needs to be said." Xu Wenqiang looked at Xiao Cheng, "I do have a lot to say to you, but I can only say 'thank you' first."

Xu Wenqiang's eyes were focused and intense, which made Xiao Cheng's heart tremble and his throat tighten.

He collected his thoughts and said to Xu Wenqiang, "Even candy has both bitter and sweet sides, let alone a living person."

Xiao Cheng's words were brief and to the point, without any profound implications. Just like a piece of chocolate candy, what goes into your mouth is candy, but what stays in your heart is the truth.

Xu Wenqiang said, "I understand."

Walking into the hospital, Xu Wenqiang felt nauseous as she smelled the unique smell of disinfectant, which represented pain. Noticing that her face looked a little grim, Xiao Cheng walked over to her and held her hand.

Xu Wenqiang subconsciously glanced at the policewoman, who gave her an indifferent look, "Don't look at me, I'm not your teacher."

Xu Wenqiang let Xiao Cheng hold it.

The policewoman took Xu Wenqiang and Xiao Cheng to see a doctor. The doctor, with a tired and indifferent look on his face, spoke of Xu Yanmei's condition. "First, the patient is in the intensive care unit. You can't see her for the time being. Second, we found a malignant tumor in the patient's brain. Surgery would be very risky. If not, the patient's life would be in danger at any time."

After the doctor finished speaking, Xu Wenqiang thought about these words and then asked, "You mean, my mother is dead, right?"

The doctor was choked. "Little girl, how can you speak so harshly? I only said there are risks, I didn't say your mother will definitely die."

"You didn't say my mother would die, but you didn't say she could survive either."

“——”

The exhausted doctor was speechless because of Xu Wenqiang. The policewoman was about to speak to smooth things over when Xiao Cheng said, "Doctor, my friend got a little emotional because he heard that his family member was seriously ill. Please forgive me. It's Chinese New Year, and you can't go home and have to work in the hospital. Thank you for your hard work."

"Alright, alright." The doctor's expression brightened. "I've explained the patient's condition clearly. Whether to have surgery or not, the patient's family should consider it carefully and make a decision as soon as possible."

"Thank you, doctor."

After coming out of the doctor's office, Xiao Cheng looked back at Xu Wenqiang and found that she had her head down, hiding all her emotions and expressions.

If Xu Yanmei died...

This was the only sentence in Xu Wenqiang's mind, but she seemed unable to understand the meaning of it.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the intensive care unit." The policewoman sighed in her heart and walked forward.

Xu Wenqiang stood there, not moving.

"Xu Wenqiang." Xiao Cheng called her.

Xu Wenqiang lowered her head and remained motionless.

"Let's go." Xiao Cheng held Xu Wenqiang's hand tightly again and walked forward. Xu Wenqiang's hand was cold and hard in his palm, like a stone in the snow.

Arriving at the ICU ward, Xu Wenqiang looked through the glass door at Xu Yanmei lying in the ward. From a distance, Xu Yanmei lay on the bed with a tube in her mouth, her eyes closed and motionless, as if she were dead.

If Xu Yanmei died...

Xu Wenqiang suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence. If Xu Yanmei died, she would never see Xu Yanmei again. If Xu Yanmei died, she would completely disappear from this world.

If Xu Yanmei died...Xu Wenqiang, who finally understood this sentence, instantly became a prisoner of sadness.

She lowered her head, tears silently flowing from her eyes, falling drop by drop onto the smooth tile floor, forming a puddle of water.

The policewoman patted Xiao Cheng and walked away.

Xiao Cheng walked closer to Xu Wenqiang and held her in his arms, "Xu Wenqiang, you can cry out loud."

Enveloped in Xiao Cheng's presence, Xu Wenqiang felt the sadness in her heart swell up instantly, becoming uncontrollable. But she kept crying silently, because she was afraid that crying loudly would only make her even sadder.