She seemed to sense my emotions, smiled slightly, and continued, "Now that the weather is warm, the windows can be opened, and there is no need to worry about the bad air indoors. Let's move to the new house, which is spacious and bright, not as depressing as here. The most important thing is that I want to bring your parents over so that we can be together as a family and have a warm and lively time. I haven't had enough time to spend with my children all day. I will feel better if my daughter-in-law moves in. And Xiaomei, you should also take her to live with you for a while. Lin Xun is often busy in the provincial capital and can't take care of her. The new house is close to the school, and she will be happy to talk to me. From the first time I saw this child, I felt that there was a special fate between us, like a gift from God to us..."
At this point, Qingwan's breathing became somewhat difficult, and she had to stop to catch her breath. Seeing her struggling against the pain, I felt so distressed that I couldn't breathe.
놖 quickly said: "Don't say anything, 놖 will do everything you said, don't worry anymore. Let Dr. Yang accompany you to the hospital for a detailed examination tomorrow. Don't think too much, everything will be fine."
She nodded vigorously, tears flashed in her eyes, but a smile hung on the corners of her mouth. She said softly: "She is a good person."
The next day, the examination results confirmed Yang Ruining's previous judgment.
Sitting blankly on a bench in the hospital, I felt like a moth swaying in a storm, wrapped tightly in the chilling cold. Everything around me seemed to have lost its color, leaving only endless despair and heaviness.
Yang Ruining gently placed her hand on her shoulder and comforted her, "Now, you need to face a difficult decision. Let Qingwan stay in the hospital and prolong her life for a few more days, or let her return home and wait for that day to come."
She held her head with both hands and groaned in pain, "She won't choose to be hospitalized."
놖 told her what Qingwan had told her last night.
Yang Ruining's eyes sparkled with tears, and her voice was choked with sobs: "She was a good woman, and fate was so unfair to her. At such a good age, she had to leave this world, leaving behind the person she loved."
He raised his head, looked confused and asked, "After taking Bosentan, didn't her condition stabilize? Why did it develop so quickly?"
Yang Ruining sighed and explained, "Everyone is different. Her constitution is weak, and she is pregnant. All of this is a fatal blow to her body. Any effective drug will produce drug resistance. Now there is no way."
"Is there any way to alleviate her pain?" she asked in a trembling voice.
Yang Ruining pondered for a while and said, "Let's buy an oxygen concentrator and give her oxygen therapy. It will at least relieve some of her pain and make her feel a little more comfortable in her last days."
놖 nodded, knowing that no matter what they did, they could not change the fact that Qingwan was about to leave them. But as long as she could suffer less pain in her last days, 놖 was willing to do anything.
She said: "You have to control your mood and emotions. As a family member of the patient, I understand you, but you have to control yourself and not let the patient see your worries and sadness. I have only taken one day off and I have to go back. Please contact me anytime if there is anything."
Looking at her, he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, and asked softly, "Qingwan will be here soon, aren't you going to say goodbye to her?"
She and I both knew what the word "goodbye" meant at this moment. Her eyes instantly turned red again and she said softly, "If you don't say goodbye yet, I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself."
I saw her off and watched her leave, feeling empty inside. Thinking back to Qingwan's selfless help to me since she became ill, I felt an indescribable gratitude towards her.
In order to prevent Qingwan from noticing the sadness deep in her heart, she forced herself into a whirlpool of busyness, not letting a moment of leisure become a gap for her thoughts to run wild.
They picked up the broom and cleaned their new house inch by inch, leaving no corner untouched, as if this would sweep away the haze in their hearts.
Afterwards, they drove to the countryside to pick up their mother. They repeatedly told them to hide all their emotions and just smile in front of Qingwan. The two elders nodded silently with tears in their eyes, and hurriedly packed the necessities of life without any delay.
Our family moved into the new house with heavy hearts.
She went to a medical equipment company and picked out a state-of-the-art medical oxygen concentrator. When Qingwan saw the machine, she tried to joke in a relaxed tone, "I only saw this in TV dramas before, but I never thought it would happen to me now."
He held her hand tightly and encouraged her firmly: "Oxygen therapy will help you recover faster. On Xixi's birthday, our family of three will go to Longtan Lake to see the rime and use a DV to record the beauty. When Xixi grows up, we will let him see how happy we are."
A hint of tenderness flashed across Qingwan's eyes, and she said thoughtfully, "Give me the DV. I want to look at our previous travel records when I have nothing to do."
She did so immediately, secretly glad that she had found such a way to give her something to rely on.
In the next few days, Qingwan was always alone in the bedroom, fiddling with the DV, sometimes smiling, sometimes thinking. She knew that what was stored there was not only their memories, but also her expectations for the future and her deep attachment to her family.
According to her wish, she found Lin Xun and proposed to let Xiaomei come to live for a while. After hearing this, Lin Xun agreed without hesitation. In this way, Xiaomei also moved into their home. Every day after school, she would be like a happy little bird, surrounding Qingwan, chirping about the anecdotes and interesting things in school, making Qingwan smile from time to time.
Knowing that Qingwan's condition could not be delayed any longer, she summoned up her courage and informed her mother-in-law of the bad news. In front of them, she tried to be tactful, because she knew that the tragedy of an old man sending a young man to his death was an unspeakable torture for any family. After hearing this, her mother-in-law burst into tears, but she also resolutely decided to move in and take care of Qingwan herself.
In early June, Qingwan's condition deteriorated rapidly and she could no longer get out of bed. Her lower limbs were severely swollen and her abdomen was swollen. She could hardly eat and could only rely on nutrient solution to maintain her fragile life. She had difficulty breathing and chest pain, and sometimes she had fainting. Every attack made us terrified.
On June 20, the day that made her unforgettable and miserable finally came back. Qingwan was too weak to speak. She was on her deathbed and signaled to her with her weak eyes. She understood what she meant in an instant, sat down on the bed gently, and held her tightly in her arms. She tried to squeeze out a smile, which contained her infinite attachment to the world and her deep concern for Xixi.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes and left us forever.