Chapter 157: There is something strange about his death
"Shi Yu..."
Song Shijing and Song Shixuan looked at the white cloth on the operating table, and the whole world seemed to collapse at this moment.
The two men stumbled forward, and they didn't know how many times they fell in the short distance before they finally reached the operating table with difficulty.
With trembling hands, they lifted the white cloth and collapsed to the ground at the same time.
"Impossible, impossible, how could this happen? He's not dead, right? His liver is clearly about to arrive..."
Song Shixuan covered his head and cried sadly. He pulled the doctor beside him and denied it again and again in confusion.
The brother who used to give all his pocket money to him.
The younger brother who would act like a spoiled sister in his arms when he was a child.
The younger brother who loves to cry, laugh and follow him.
He just died like that!
"He's not dead, Shi Yu, hurry up and get up. Brother will take you on a trip around the world!"
"No, brothers, please withdraw, Shuyue is waiting for you. The brothers will bless you and Shuyue to be together, as long as you get up, okay..."
The two men kept shaking the motionless man on the bed, stroking his pale and handsome face with their hands, trying to call him to wake up.
But their brother could never get up again...
In the emergency room next door.
Under the glaring incandescent light, Meng Shuyue saw a group of doctors stitching up her torn wounds.
Behind those white coats, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before her eyes.
"Shi Yu..."
Meng Shuyue narrowed her eyes and called him, her heart was filled with excitement, "Are you okay? Was the operation successful?"
Song Shiyu just stood there and looked at her quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.
She reached out her hand to hold his, but he moved further away.
"Shuyue, I can't get too close to you..."
In the blur, his figure seemed to be hidden in an illusion, with golden light all around him, and even his voice seemed to be covered by a glass bottle, distant and unreal.
Meng Shuyue was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to get up, but her whole body was fixed to the bed due to the effect of the anesthetic and she couldn't move.
"Shi Yu, can you stay with me? Can we be husband and wife in the future?"
She called out anxiously and cried uncontrollably.
But the figure in the distance became more and more transparent and farther away from her.
Finally, only a long and distant voice remained, disappearing into the air with infinite tenderness and reluctance.
"Shuyue, you must live happily..."
The white light in front of his eyes was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, like a huge mouth of an abyss that swallowed up the only light, leaving Meng Shuyue shouting in despair in the darkness.
"Shi Yu!"
Meng Shuyue sat up from the bed with a jolt. Endless panic was like tens of thousands of insects drilling into her pores and mercilessly gnawing at her whole body, heading straight for her heart.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Meng, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying. They stared at her as if they wanted to say something but stopped, and they stammered for a long time without uttering a word.
"What's wrong, mother? Was Shi Yu's operation successful?"
Meng Shuyue asked in a hoarse voice, and every time she opened her mouth, she felt like a knife was cutting her heart.
She looked at her parents expectantly, hoping they would nod, but they just covered their lips and let their sobs echo in the ward, shattering her expectations like a sledgehammer and grinding them into ashes.
In the morgue.
Meng Shuyue staggered down from the wheelchair, his hands trembling as he paused on the white cloth that outlined his handsome face, not daring to lift it for a long time.
Drops of tears wet the white cloth, staining it into a deep dark color.
The moment the white cloth was lifted, she almost lost her balance and almost collapsed.
With her hands tightly gripping the edge of the stretcher, she leaned half of her body on him and touched his cold face with her trembling hands. Only when she felt the cold touch on her hands did she truly believe that he was dead.
The bright young man who laughed at her and said she was as black as bean sprouts and coal when they first met, the man who was like a big boy and confessed his love to her again and again while holding flowers and scratching his head, both of them had their lives frozen at the beautiful age of 24.
At this moment, she could no longer hold back and threw herself on him, bursting into tears.
“Ah…ah…”
"Please don't die, okay? I don't hate you. What I said to you back then was not true. I just hope you can let me go as soon as possible and find a good girl again."
"Shi Yu, wake up..."
Meng Shuyue held his body and shook it like crazy, trying to wake him up.
The people around her also covered their lips and cried, and they couldn't pull away the out-of-control woman no matter how hard they tried.
Ten o'clock at night.
Meng Shuyue was still curled up in the corner of the morgue, staring at the corpse on the stretcher, motionless like a puppet that had lost its soul.
Song Shijing tried to persuade her for a long time and asked her to eat a few bites, but she didn't move at all, even her eyeballs were motionless.
Twelve o'clock in the morning.
Song Shixuan brought a bowl of wonton noodles cooked by Meng's mother.
He put down the noodles and began to persuade her patiently.
Although he was also extremely sad, he didn't want her to collapse as well.
"Shuyue, Naitang is still in the hospital waiting for you to visit her. You have to cheer up. Shiyu doesn't want you to stop eating and drinking for him. He once said that he likes to see you eating and loving life the most..."
Suddenly, Meng Shuyue's head buzzed, as if awakened by something. His eyelids rolled and he looked at Song Shixuan, "Yes, Shi Yu loves life so much, how could he want to die?"
Before, she heard from all of them that it was Song Shiyu who took off the respirator when the medical staff were not paying attention and was determined to die.
But for someone who loves life so much, how could he give up his life before the last moment, even though he was rejected by her again and again, he was always happy to start over?
They had clearly won the battle at the Bai family's, and the police had clearly contacted the police in Hong Kong City. In two hours, a matching liver would arrive in Kyoto, and he would be saved. But why was he so determined to die?
Song Shixuan was also extremely puzzled. He looked at Song Shiyu on the stretcher and tears rolled down his face.
"I'm not sure why, but the surgery was originally very much under scrutiny, and the doctors were afraid of any accidents, so they placed a camera inside to record the entire process. What was recorded was indeed Shi Yu taking off the breathing mask by himself."
"Because the liver had not arrived yet, the medical staff thought Shi Yu was still in a coma, so they kept waiting in the locker room outside the operating room. It took more than ten minutes for a nurse to come in to check on him. By the time they found that his breathing mask had fallen off, he was already dead."
Meng Shuyue shook her head and kept denying it. She seemed to have suddenly regained consciousness and grabbed Song Shixuan's wrist. "Someone must have killed Shi Yu. I want to see the camera again!"
Even though Song Shixuan had looked at the camera several times, seeing how persistent she was, he still nodded and agreed to let her look at the camera.
The doctor sighed and handed the camera to Meng Shuyue. He said a few words of "my condolences" and left.
Meng Shuyue watched the contents of the camera over and over again.
In the end, it was Song Shiyu who took off the oxygen mask himself. Apart from the fact that several nurses came in and out close to him within two hours, there was nothing unusual at all.
Finally, when she saw it for the tenth time, her pupils suddenly dilated, and she still sensed something strange, and instantly clenched her fists.
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