"Doctor, how is Jia Dongxu?"
Li Huaide asked first, not because he cared much about Jia Dongxu.
Instead, the goal is to avoid death if possible, even if it means being disabled, as this might minimize the negative impact.
However, things did not turn out as he had hoped. The doctor shook his head and said very seriously.
"I'm so sorry! The patient's injuries were too severe. We did our best, and we are very sorry that we couldn't save him."
"Dongxu! How could you be so heartless? How are we supposed to live without you? Waaah... Waaah... Dongxu! Waaah... You haven't even seen my baby in my belly, how could you be so cruel... Waaah...!"
The moment the doctor announced the devastating news, Qin Huairu let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Seeing her heartbroken appearance moved everyone present; it was truly a sight to behold, bringing tears to the eyes of all who heard it.
Immediately afterwards, the doctor inside brought out Jia Dongxu, who was already covered with a white sheet.
Upon seeing this, Qin Huairu rushed forward, desperately grabbing the cart, and then lay on Jia Dongxu's body, crying and screaming.
"Dongxu~! Wake up, let's go home, okay? Waaah... Waaah... I'll make you your favorite braised pork, please wake up and see me, okay?...!"
Seeing Qin Huairu in this state, the doctor was at a loss. In the end, it was Lin Wencui and several other women who managed to pull her away.
After Jia Dongxu was taken to the morgue, Li Huaide looked at his watch and realized it was already past 8 p.m., so he had to call Lin Wencui over.
"Director Lin, you live in the same compound as the deceased's family. We'll need your help tonight to take the family home and comfort them. As for the aftermath, we'll have a meeting tomorrow to discuss it."
“Deputy Director Li, rest assured, this is our job responsibility. Even if you don’t tell me, I will do my best to work with the deceased’s family.”
Lin Wencui had no objection; this was already within their job scope, so she readily accepted the task.
After giving his instructions and comforting Qin Huairu, Li Huaide left the hospital.
Seeing that the leaders had all left, Liu Haizhong arranged for everyone to return to the courtyard house first, since everyone was still hungry.
As for Jia Dongxu's funeral arrangements?
We can only wait for the factory to give us a result before making a further plan.
So, a large group of people returned to the courtyard house. Because of the major accident that happened that afternoon, everyone in the courtyard house had gathered at the entrance, discussing the matter and waiting for the final outcome.
"Hey! Chen Xiaosan, it seems your job in our factory is just to move steel ingots. Do you think Jia Dongxu is up to the task?"
Xu Damao returned late and was not very clear about the situation, so he asked Chen Xiaosan, who lived in the backyard.
"Brother Da Mao, let me tell you this! Each of those steel ingots weighs 30 jin (15 catties). Last month, one of my colleagues accidentally hit his foot while carrying a steel ingot. Guess what happened?"
"How is it?" Not only Xu Damao was curious, but the others around him were also curious, and even Sha Zhu came over.
"How about that? My colleague lost three of his five toes on his left foot. Now imagine, Jia Dongxu was hit by a pile of steel ingots..."
"Hiss~!"
Chen Xiaosan's words caused the people around him to gasp in shock.
They didn't even need Chen Xiaosan to explain it again; they could imagine it themselves: Jia Dongxu was buried under a pile of steel ingots, and if he could survive, it would be a miracle.
After listening to Chen Xiaosan's analysis, Xu Damao's eyes flickered, wondering if there was a possibility.
If Jia Dongxu were no longer an obstacle, wouldn't it be possible to develop a relationship with Qin Huairu? After all, it's not like I haven't been lusting after her beauty for a long time.
Among those who share his thoughts is Sha Zhu, whose innate fondness for widows has also been successfully activated.
Ever since Qin Huairu married into this courtyard, Sha Zhu has liked her, but at that time he dared not think about it because she was someone else's wife.
But now? "Once Qin Huairu becomes a widow, then maybe...? Hehe!"
Just as the two were indulging in their fantasies, Liu Haizhong returned to the courtyard house with a group of people.
"Second Uncle, you're back. How's Brother Jia doing now?"
"Yes! Second Uncle, Jia Dongxu should be alright, right?"
"..."
"..."
As soon as Liu Haizhong and his group arrived at the gate, they were surrounded by people in the courtyard, who all asked about Jia Dongxu's situation.
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."
Once the scene quieted down, Liu Haizhong spoke seriously.
"Jia Dongxu's injuries were too severe, so now... sigh!"
Because the victim's family was present, Liu Haizhong didn't foolishly reveal the outcome directly.
But none of that matters, because everyone already knows the answer.
After waiting for so long, now that there's a result, everyone has stopped discussing it, since death is a serious matter.
"Alright, it's getting late, everyone can go home now!"
At Liu Haizhong's command, everyone began to disperse, but they were still whispering among themselves.
Next, Liu Haizhong arranged for his wife and three aunts to help the Jia family cook some porridge.
Lin Wencui also stayed at the Jia family home, trying to comfort Qin Huairu and prevent her from doing anything rash.
Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Sun Zhengguo greeted his younger brother and then prepared to return to the courtyard.
On the way back, Sun Zhengguo was also thinking that the plot of the courtyard house had been completely changed.
But why did Jia Dongxu still die? Is there such a thing as the workings of fate in this world? Is everything subject to the arrangements of destiny?
In the end, Sun Zhengguo thought of a possibility: there was definitely no Heavenly Dao, but there was an existence even more powerful than the Heavenly Dao, and that was the author.
Yes! That must be it. The author must have written this for the sake of the plot, so Jia Dongxu had to die.
If Jia Dongxu hadn't died, how could the storyline of the courtyard house have continued?
Thinking about all this, Sun Zhengguo felt a chill run down his spine and muttered to himself.
"Author, have mercy! I'm willing to offer you ten thousand taels of gold, just don't kill me off."
Of course, all of the above is just Sun Zhengguo's own wishful thinking, just to relax and unwind.
After a long daydream, Sun Zhengguo returned to the courtyard.
Grandpa and Grandma were getting old and had already gone to bed. Sun Zhengdong and his wife were still chatting with Ning Xiaowei in the main room.
"Zhengguo, you're back. What exactly happened in the courtyard?"
As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Ning Xiaowei couldn't wait to ask.
"Alas! It's a long story. Jia Dongxu was in a safety accident and passed away."
"What? What happened? How could someone just suddenly be gone?" Ning Xiaowei asked in disbelief.
Next, Sun Zhengguo recounted everything he had seen and heard.
Upon hearing this, the group sighed, lamenting the fragility of life.
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