Chapter 984 Critical Illness Notice
"Mengmeng, how are you?" My mother came down from upstairs, looking anxious. She rushed over to me, grabbed my shoulders, and looked me up and down. "I just received news that you guys had a car accident. You're injured, why didn't you go and treat the wound?"
I burst into tears and threw myself into her arms, "Mom, Xiao Shiqiu is dying. If he dies, I don't want to live anymore!"
She paused for a second, then put her arms around me and comforted me softly, "Don't talk nonsense, Shiqiu will be fine. The surgical technology of this hospital is top-notch, and we will definitely be able to save him!
Don't be afraid, Mengmeng, Mommy won't let anything happen to you!"
Although my mother and I have never been close, at this moment, I instinctively needed my mother's comfort, and she also realized that I was her only child.
It seemed like our bloodlines awakened at the same time.
My mother looked at the wounds on my body and tried to persuade me to get them cleaned and bandaged, but I was as stubborn as a donkey that she couldn't pull.
In desperation, she asked the nurse for a cart, brought her things and cleaned my wound in the corridor.
I let her scrub and bandage my body, unresponsive as if I didn't feel any pain.
"Mom," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the red light above the door, "How long do you think it will take for them to come out?"
She didn't stop moving. "It's hard to say. I don't know how badly he's hurt." She looked up at me. "What did the paramedics say?"
I tried hard to recall what the emergency personnel had just said to Su Yi: "He is in a deep coma, suspected of having a serious head injury, several fractures, and internal bleeding!"
"Mom, tell me, he'll be fine, right? These injuries can be cured, right? Who's the best surgeon in City A? Can I hire him for a high price?"
I held my mother's hand with pleading eyes.
My mother took a deep breath and frowned, "Doctor Su will definitely do his best to save him. He is already one of the best surgeons in City A.
Mengmeng...you, you need to be mentally prepared..."
"What preparations?" I looked up at her blankly.
My mother finally said with some reluctance: "Maybe...maybe it will be difficult to cure..."
I interrupted her, subconsciously refusing to hear any bad news, "Mom, we have money, no matter how difficult it is, we can cure it! Find the best doctor and use the best medicine!
He is my husband and I will heal him at any cost!"
My mother hesitated for a moment, then said tactfully, "Some injuries can't be cured simply by doctors or medicine..."
I interrupted her again: "He will be fine, Su Yi said that the master calculated that Xiao Shiqiu can live to be ninety-nine!
Su Yi said that the master's calculations were very accurate!"
I'm more likely saying this to myself.
My mother was a little surprised. "Dr. Su said something like that? He doesn't look like someone who believes in such things."
I nodded vigorously, "Yes, if such a smart and educated person like him believes it, I think it must be true.
And we just went to the temple to burn incense..."
But, but when I was burning incense just now, I was only thinking about praying for Xia Yixuan, and I seemed to have forgotten to pray for his safety.
I suddenly felt uneasy again.
But then I thought about Xia Yixuan. He also burned incense. He must have been praying for himself, right?
He is not short of money, has a high status, and is married. The probability of him getting promoted, getting rich, and finding a marriage partner is not high. Yes, then the only thing left is health, longevity, peace, and success!
I constantly prepared myself mentally and tried to convince myself with the mysterious power of the East.
Now I especially understand what happens in ancient costume TV dramas: when something big happens, people kneel in the Buddhist temple.
What is happening in front of me always gives me a feeling of unreality. I always thought I was reading a script for a sweet love story, so how come I am suddenly facing the fate of being widowed?
All kinds of messy thoughts kept popping up, and my head felt like a tangled mess.
At this moment, the door of the emergency room was suddenly pushed open a crack, and a nurse poked her head out and shouted very quickly: "Family of Xiao Shiqiu! The patient's blood pressure has dropped sharply, and the condition is critical!
"I need an urgent blood transfusion! Also, please sign the critical illness notice and surgery consent form!" She looked at me anxiously, holding several documents in her hand.
The words "critical illness notice" were like a sharp knife thrown at me, my heart suddenly twitched with pain, and I could hardly breathe.
The pen the nurse handed me felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I couldn't read a single word on the consent form, so I instinctively signed my name in the designated spot with trembling hands, and the tip of the pen almost pierced the paper.
As for the critical illness notice, I felt like I was seeing some kind of monster. I refused to take it and even turned my head away, unwilling to take another look at it. I still stared at the door of the emergency room.
It seems that as long as I don’t pick it up, that thing won’t exist.
The nurse was obviously used to this kind of reaction, so she didn't insist and handed the thin piece of paper to my mother who was standing beside her.
My mother took it and scanned the paper line by line. Her brows were furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression became more and more solemn.
She held the notice, turned her head to look at me several times, and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
But seeing how distraught I was, he finally swallowed his words and just sighed heavily.
Just then, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Xiao Shiru and Xiao Zhengning arrived almost at the same time.
Xiao Shiru, who always had delicate makeup and elegant clothes, now had messy hair and no makeup on. Her eyes were full of anxiety, and she had completely lost her usual grace.
As soon as she saw me, she rushed over and grabbed my arm: "Mengmeng! What's going on? How's Xiaoqiu? What happened?"
Xiao Zhengning stood aside, looking solemnly at the door of the emergency room. Although he tried his best to remain calm, his trembling jaw revealed his inner panic at the moment.
I felt like I had found an outlet for venting, but also like all my strength had been drained away. I leaned against the wall and recounted in a disjointed manner what had happened in the mountains that afternoon.
The brakes suddenly failed, the steering wheel locked, he pushed me out of the car door, and finally the vehicle lost control and crashed through the guardrail and fell.
The memory of every detail makes me relive that horrific moment.
After hearing this, Xiao Shiru's face turned pale and she covered her mouth: "How could this happen? How could the brakes..."
I clenched my fists in anger and grief. "I'm going to sue this car manufacturer! How could they have such a serious quality problem? This is pure murder!"
Xiao Zhengning was silent for a moment, and his eyes became sharp.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, his tone low and serious: "Binjie, it's me. Xiaoqiu is in trouble and is in Leiden International Hospital for emergency treatment.
...car accident, on a winding mountain road, the brakes failed and the steering wheel suddenly became inoperable
...Yes, it's very strange.
I think it needs to be investigated!"
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