Zhou Zhengchu's heart sank a little more when he recalled those words.
He himself didn't know if he would be able to calmly accept reality when the time came, having to watch his mother wither away day by day.
Like a rose that fades day by day after spring has passed.
The petals gradually lost their luster and color, slowly dried up, and finally rotted in the soil.
Zhou Zhengchu couldn't understand why, when God had already been so unfair to her, He had to take her away so cruelly.
He held the person in his arms tightly. Even a usually composed person like him lost control at this moment. Knowing that urging the driver was useless, he still couldn't help but keep urging him to drive faster.
The driver arrived at the hospital as quickly as possible.
Zhou Zhengchu carried the person to the emergency room, where the doctors and the head doctor had already begun preparations after receiving the call.
The wards upstairs are very quiet.
After completing the tests, the cause of the illness still could not be found.
However, the latest data shows that the figures are worse than the previous ones.
It's like there's already a piece of rotten flesh inside the body.
It will gradually spread and one day it will engulf the whole body.
The director looked at the cold-faced young man. He was tall and straight, but his face was very pale. His black suit made him look even more indifferent.
The director said helplessly, "We still can't find the cause of the illness, but don't worry, your mother just fainted this time, and she will wake up soon."
"Her physical functions are very poor right now, so she needs a lot of sleep to replenish them and to wake up with enough energy."
Zhou Zhengchu's expression was calm, but his heart was not. He asked, "But my mother's mood has been much better than before recently, so why is her health getting worse?"
She's visibly much happier than before lately.
I'm spending more time smiling now.
She seems to have no worries every day, and rarely stares blankly out the window anymore.
This shouldn't be happening, it shouldn't be like this.
Zhou Zhengchu had previously held onto a sliver of hope that if his mother were happier and more cheerful, she wouldn't become weaker.
She seemed to have been born for love.
So if she receives love, her withered soul can be slowly nourished.
After a long silence, the director told him, "Your mother's health has deteriorated to this point, and it's no longer something that can be controlled by her mood. Her foundation is already broken."
It's like the core of a tree being drained from its trunk.
It was completely empty; nothing was left.
No matter how much sunlight and rain you pour in, even if it's abundant, it's powerless to reverse the situation.
The director had seen too many patients' families who couldn't accept reality, and was used to this kind of situation. But with the Zhou family's condition, they had already given them many warnings in advance.
He still seems unable to accept it.
The director sighed and continued, "He might wake up this time, but eventually he'll..."
These words.
Even if it's done in a very subtle way.
It sounds heavy too.
Zhou Zhengchu wasn't ignorant; he understood what the doctor meant. He could wake up after fainting this time, but it was uncertain what would happen next time.
She will only need more and more sleep.
Until one day, he never woke up again.
It fell into a permanent slumber.
Like a plant whose roots and stems have completely rotted, it slowly becomes nutrients for the soil; there is no possibility of it coming back to life.
Zhou Zhengchu's throat was so sore that he could barely speak. Every word felt like it was being sliced through by a razor blade, severing the blood vessels and flesh together.
He asked, "How long will my mother be like this? How much time does she have left?"
The director apologized profusely: "We can't analyze it either. The values are unstable and there's no pattern to them. All we can tell you is to learn to accept it."
Even if you can't accept it, you have to.
In fact, Mrs. Zhou had been seeing them for several years, but her condition hadn't improved; in fact, it had only gotten worse. They had never seen a patient like her before, and despite visiting numerous hospitals, they couldn't find the cause of her illness.
Even after going to the best hospitals abroad and using the most advanced medical equipment, no useful information could be found.
Zhou Zhengchu hummed in agreement, then fell into a long silence.
He would never learn to accept this calmly in his entire life. It was truly a cruel thing for him.
Zhou Zhengchu continued to stay in the ward, sitting quietly by his mother's bedside. Sometimes he wondered if his mother was actually unhappy, and whether the smile on her face, the happiness on her lips, and the emotions that were visible to the naked eye were necessarily real.
Her heart was still a barren wasteland.
Therefore, one needs time to sleep to escape the less-than-happy reality.
Perhaps when she falls asleep, she can have a wonderful dream filled with only happy and joyful things, without any of the heartache or unrequited love that she feels, and without so many painful emotions.
Zhou Zhengchu could only feel a little better by thinking this way.
He suddenly remembered that his mother was still quite young.
My brilliant youth passed by in a daze.
Even now, I'm still completely clueless about everything.
Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelids, unwilling to think any further. The pain in his heart almost overwhelmed him. He clearly no longer had any desires and would no longer pray that she would come to her senses.
As long as the person is alright, that's fine.
Even such a wish is being taken away by God.
Fate is not only unpredictable, but also cruel.
The sunlight outside the window slanted down onto his shoulders, and his pale, cold face appeared thin and indifferent in the light and shadow. He stayed by his mother's bedside for a long time like this.
The mother woke up a few hours later, and sure enough, she had a good, long sleep.
Other than that, I felt nothing.
She doesn't remember how she fell asleep, nor does she think she was unconscious.
When she woke up, she had already gone home from the hospital, so she didn't even know that she had been to the hospital once. As if she hadn't slept enough, she stayed in bed and didn't want to get up.
She needs her husband to coax, urge, and invite her.
She finally got out of bed, but even so, she stretched out her hands for her husband to carry her.
During this period, Zhou Ji had his assistant, Shen, help him turn down most of the unnecessary work. He always felt that his love for Jiang Yue was far less than her love for him.
But hearing the news of her fainting still made my heart clench.
He clearly cared about her a lot too.
But now, it seems a bit late.
Jiang Yue was very happy that night, forgetting about the injections and blood draws she had at the hospital during the day. She hugged her husband tightly, using him as a pillow, and said, "You're not lying to me? You haven't been on business trips for the past few months?"
Zhou Ji gently stroked the back of her head. Her hair was fine and soft, and it felt very comfortable to touch. He said, "Yes. We're not going anywhere."
She kissed his cheek, her eyes sparkling with laughter: "I'm so happy. I've been wanting to tell you for a long time that your work is definitely not as important as me."
When she's in a good mood, she becomes very talkative.
She rambled on and on, and even Zhou Ji couldn't understand what she was saying. In fact, Zhou Ji didn't understand either. Her speech was very rambling and she often couldn't explain herself clearly from beginning to end.
Zhou Ji is a very good listener.
Occasionally, they would chime in.
For example, when she angrily complains about how bad someone is, he will nod seriously and say, "That's right, he's bad."
Hearing his answer, she felt a little happy, a little smug, and a little embarrassed. In the end, she could only use a fierce facade to cover up her embarrassment and say that he was also bad.
Zhou Ji was often very good at enduring humiliation: "Well, I'm bad too."
*
After fainting that day, Jiang Yue's mental state deteriorated more and more, but after waking up, she seemed no different from normal.
The Qin family has already received the test results.
The Qin family was too busy to come over at the moment; it was several days later when they finished dealing with their own family members.
The Qin family's attitude was not excessive.
I dare not insist on taking her back. Every time I think of what my daughter has gone through over the years, my heart aches like it's being torn apart.
Upon hearing about her condition, Yan Yao fainted immediately.
It was all too late.
It's all too late.
That noon, Qin Zhao brought his father and mother to visit the Zhou family.
Jiang Yue was the only one who didn't know anything. She thought they had guests at home.
She also recognized Qin Zhao.
Naturally, she still disliked Qin Zhao and would hide behind Zhou Ji whenever she saw him.
Perhaps the person she dislikes the most is Zhou Zhengchu.
But at this moment, it must be a Qin edict.
Jiang Yue looked at Qin Zhao, craning her neck to look at him, then looking away. She clutched Zhou Ji's clothes tightly, muttering to herself, thinking that only the two of them could hear her.
"Why is he in our house?"
"Didn't I tell you? He doesn't like you. You shouldn't invite him either."
"I don't like him either."
Qin Zhao found it amusing when he heard her say such things last time, but he didn't think much of it. This time, however, he felt somewhat uncomfortable and couldn't bring himself to laugh.
He took two steps forward, and she warily stepped back.
Qin Zhao stopped helplessly, and fearing he might frighten her, he took two steps back.
Zhou Ji took her hand and carefully led her out from behind him. "They are guests today, visiting our home."
She seemed a little downcast, but still nodded and said "Oh."
She lifted her eyelashes, her dark eyes as clear as washed grapes: "How long are they going to stay here? Are they leaving soon? Or are they going to stay for lunch?"
We haven't had any guests at home for a long time.
She doesn't have many friends, and even fewer close confidants.
The few people she usually keeps in touch with are people she only meets up with to play cards or go shopping when she's bored.
We might only see each other once every two weeks.
We don't communicate much via mobile phone either.
They don't chat much; she only replies when they reach out to her.
She often didn't know what to talk about with them.
They weren't very interested in what she was saying.
She didn't really want to listen to their gossip.
So it was always very quiet around her, and the house was very quiet, so quiet that you could only hear her voice.
So even though Jiang Yue didn't particularly like the Qin family, she was actually quite excited when guests came to her house after a long time. She muttered to herself, but deep down she was also a little thrilled.
They just won't admit it.
Zhou Ji was silent for a moment, then told her, "I'll stay for lunch before going back."
She nodded and let out a soft "Aww".
After a moment of silence, she whispered to him, "Then ask the chef at home to make a few more dishes."
Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, then patted her head. Her hair was soft and fluffy, and felt smooth to the touch.
He smiled when he heard her words.
Jiang Yue stared warily at Qin Zhao, her gaze filled with inquiry. She could also sense that Qin Zhao was looking at her as well.
The look in his eyes was different from the previous two times.
But she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.
Qin Zhao was also very handsome, with a handsome and cold face, dark eyes, beautiful eye shape, and fair skin. He looked very refined, with a touch of gentleness in his coldness.
He probably has a lot of fans.
Jiang Yue herself didn't know what she was thinking.
However, after she finished speaking, she realized that the cook and the housekeeper at home were not around.
When Zhou Ji is at home, there are usually several servants around, so she doesn't need so many people to take care of her or keep an eye on her all the time.
She's not that fragile.
"Oh, the chef isn't here, so do you have to cook?"
"No need." Zhou Ji held her hand, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand. "Someone will be coming in a little while."
Jiang Yue nodded, and then said nothing more.
It was just a casual question; I didn't really care.
As for the people who came today, apart from initially glancing curiously at the couple behind Qin Zhao, she didn't pay any more attention to the strangers who suddenly came to visit. Her mood had been on a completely different level lately.
Because her beloved husband is spending more and more time at home.
I spent more and more time by her side.
Thinking about it this way, he must really love her.
I'm falling more and more in love with her.
Sure enough, he finally discovered her captivating qualities and became hopelessly infatuated with her.
She's the same way; when she likes someone, she's wholeheartedly devoted and wants to spend all her time on that person.
What is liking?
What is love?
No one understood it better than her.
She's been sleeping too much lately. Even when her husband is home, she's reluctant to sleep, her head throbbing like a chicken pecking at rice, but she still can't bear to climb into bed.
But when sleepiness comes, I can't control myself and I fall asleep without knowing how. When I wake up, I regret it and wonder how I fell asleep.
But regret was useless; my eyelids were sore and dry, and I was incredibly sleepy.
She couldn't resist it no matter what, but every time she woke up, the intense fatigue in her body would completely disappear, and she would feel much more energetic and have enough strength.
She muttered to herself quietly, and no one except Zhou Ji could hear her.
She quickly lost interest in the Qin family, gently tugged at Zhou Ji's sleeve, and whispered, "I want to eat potato cheese today."
"You make it for me."
Zhou Ji's cooking is delicious.
Her mouth watered just thinking about it, and she kept asking, "Make sure there's lots of cheese."
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