Chapter 228 I'm Not Human
Facts have proved that people cannot shed tears when they are in the most pain and despair.
Wang Cong is in this state now.
He walked out of the coldness of the morgue, like a walking corpse without a soul, and mechanically moved his steps to the ward.
His eyes were empty and wooden as he looked at the bed where his father, who was already dead, lay.
The latter's body was cold and stiff, and his exposed skin was covered with corpse spots, but there was no smell of decay because the hospital had wrapped him in a layer of transparent plastic wrap.
After all, there were other patients in the room, and the hospital was afraid that they couldn't stand his "body odor".
Wang Cong looked down and saw that there was still a tube in his father's nose. The ventilator connected to the tube was still running non-stop, and the total amount of ventilation was recorded on the screen.
Like the meter in a taxi, it ticks up every second.
And the most bizarre thing is that the ventilation frequency of this ventilator is obviously several times that of other beds.
The reason is very scientific, because the other patients are still alive, they mainly breathe on their own, and the ventilator is only an auxiliary. The lungs cannot fully expand with each breath, and they are shallow breaths.
The dead body breathes passively throughout the whole process, with the ventilator being the main force. Every breath ensures that the lungs can expand and contract to the maximum extent. This kind of deep breathing is even the ideal state that some high-level warriors dream of.
The heart rate monitor next to the ventilator was also silently performing its duties, and a straight line without any fluctuations was displayed on the screen.
The good news is that since this straight line lacks any fluctuation frequency, the billing system does not charge by the number of times, but rather by the hour, which is much cheaper than a ventilator.
The nurse next to him was still asking diligently: "Mr. Wang Cong, should we remove the tube for your father now?"
Wang Cong no longer had the energy to be angry; his heart felt as if it had been drained out.
He mechanically reached out and pulled the tube off his father's body, letting it fall to the ground with a crisp sound.
The nurse recorded the time of extubation and entered the value of the one-second pause on the ventilator into the tablet.
The nurse calmly recorded the time of extubation and then entered the value of the one-second pause on the ventilator into a tablet.
She flipped the tablet over, facing the screen towards Wang Cong, and slid her finger across the screen to show him the bill: "So far, the total cost of your father's hospitalization is as follows..."
She paused and continued, "After deducting all fees, the account balance is 13,114 yuan. If you have no objection, please sign here to confirm."
Wang Cong did not notice that a new item for catheter loss had just been filled in the last column of the bill.
Wang Cong ignored the nurse's voice, but slowly bent down and held the body tightly wrapped in plastic wrap in his arms. However, his steps as he turned around suddenly froze.
The money in his bank card and the merit points in his citizen account were not enough to buy or exchange for a cemetery, so his best option was to cremate the body and box it.
The nurse was used to this kind of scene, so she asked sympathetically, "Do you need the hospital to call a car for you from the incinerator?"
Wang Cong had no tears and forgot the pain. He just felt it was ridiculous.
The hospital’s dedication is ridiculous, the parents’ selflessness is ridiculous, the world’s absurdity is ridiculous, and one’s own despair is ridiculous.
Wang Cong said hoarsely: "Go to the incinerator where my mother was taken away."
The nurse calmly replied, "I understand. The cost of contacting the incinerator's special car will be deducted from the balance in your father's account."
As she spoke, she handed the tablet to Wang Cong. He took the electronic pen and mechanically signed his name on the screen.
The incinerator's special vehicle is fully booked and will not arrive for three hours.
Wang Cong sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, holding his father's body in his arms. When he signed, the discharge procedure was completed, and the empty bed had already welcomed a new patient.
Fortunately, the benches in the corridor were free, and Wang Cong could wait patiently here.
Wang Cong leaned his head back weakly, resting it against the cold wall, his eyes empty and lifeless as he stared at the flawless white ceiling.
The corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and he let out a laugh that was uglier than crying.
My parents are dead.
The house is gone.
There was no hope of climbing up.
Wang Cong's eyes were filled with complete darkness. This time, there was really no light at all. Not only did he fail to break free from the quagmire, but he seemed to have fallen into an even more desperate abyss.
At this moment, Wang Cong's heart was filled with coldness, a coldness that was even more biting than the corpse in his arms.
The clock in the corridor was still ticking slowly, as if silently telling the passage of time. Wang Cong was quietly waiting in this ruthless rhythm, waiting for the next answer that fate would give him.
A crematorium truck slowly drove to a stop at the hospital entrance.
The car door opened, and a man in a floral green coat came in with a cigarette in his mouth. He took two deep puffs, then threw the cigarette butt hard on the ground, stomped it out with his toes, and walked quickly into the hospital.
Before he got close, the strange smell of corpses burning all year round drifted into the corridor.
Before anyone even got close, a strange smell of corpses being burned year after year drifted into the corridor.
Wang Jian found Wang Cong in the corridor and said calmly, "You called the car, right?"
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Wang Cong slowly came back to his senses, nodded stiffly, stood up, hugged his father's body tightly, and followed Wang Jian mechanically.
Wang Jian helped him carry the body into the car and secured it, then slowly started the car. He suddenly said to Wang Cong, who was sitting in the passenger seat without saying a word, "You are Wang Cong, right?"
Wang Cong didn't want to talk and his eyes were dull.
Wang Jian smiled and said, "I was the one who pulled out the body this afternoon. Her name was Liu Xiujuan. She was your mother, right?"
There was a flicker in Wang Cong's eyes, and his voice was low and trembling: "Where is my mother's body now...?"
Wang Jian drove attentively while answering calmly:
"Normally, when the hospital notifies us of unclaimed bodies, we take them back and cremate them, and most of the time the ashes are flushed down the drain."
Wang Cong lowered his head and clenched his teeth, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart. The severe pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He wanted to blame the hospital, blame the incinerator, but the person he should blame the most was... himself!
Wang Jian continued, "But your mother's ashes were not flushed away. Instead, they were put in a box because Feng Mu called me."
Wang Cong's body suddenly paused, and he raised his head sharply: "Who are you talking about?"
Wang Jian was somewhat confused by Wang Cong's intense reaction. He explained:
"Feng Mu, he told me that you are his current colleague and friend, and that you didn't have time to go to the hospital today. He specifically asked me to properly arrange your mother's ashes. Strange, didn't Feng Mu mention this to you?"
As Wang Jian spoke, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed the call log displayed on the screen to Wang Cong.
Wang Cong's eyes seemed to be fixed on the phone screen, staring at the time of the incoming call marked with "Feng Mu".
That moment was deeply engraved in his memory. It was when he reported the progress to the warden, and it was also the moment when Feng Mu led a group of prisoners into the crematorium.
If there hadn't been an accident that he didn't understand, then this phone call should have been Feng Mu's last suicide note in this world? ! !
Wang Jian suddenly slammed on the brakes and the vehicle stopped.
He turned his head in horror and saw Wang Cong slapping his cheeks frantically. The force was so fierce that the latter's face instantly swelled and bruised.
And it would cry loudly for a while, laugh nervously the next, and the bloody voice coming out of its throat would only repeat one sentence over and over again: "I am not a human, I am not a human ah ah ah——"
(End of this chapter)
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