My third aunt is ready to leave this world with her husband.
That's why, before entering the intensive care unit, she gently stroked her cousin's face, her eyes filled with both reluctance and determination.
The thought of this reason stirred up a myriad of emotions within her, and her face turned pale instantly.
She suddenly understood why her third aunt was so calm when she asked if her third uncle was dead.
Because she never intended to live alone.
Thinking of this, Tang Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and she shouted without thinking, "Doctor!"
Everyone looked at her, puzzled.
Tang Yaoyao shouted and ran over, grabbing the doctor's white coat: "You need to go see my third aunt quickly, she may, she may have committed suicide."
Upon hearing this, the doctor's expression turned serious, and he turned and went inside.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yanzhi felt her mind buzzing: "What exactly happened?"
"Mom, don't you think Third Aunt is calm? It's like she's made some kind of preparation. But she clearly loves Third Uncle very much, how could she be so calm now?"
Qiao Yanzhi took a deep breath: "A suicide pact?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuzhou felt a sudden pain in his chest, recalling the look in his mother's eyes as she stroked his cheek, and the icy warmth of her palm.
He nearly fainted. Without thinking, he rushed to the door, pounded on it, and frantically shouted, "Mom! Mom! Come out! Come out quickly!"
Fu Sinan never expected that his third aunt's love for his third uncle would be so intense and extreme.
Just two minutes after everyone waited, the doctor wheeled Qiao Mingzhu, who had fallen into a coma, out of the intensive care unit onto a small bed.
When Qiao Yanzhi saw her sister's pale face and the blood at the corner of her mouth, her mind went blank, and she staggered backward, about to faint.
Fu Sinan steadied her and pinched her philtrum, saying, "Mom!"
The scene suddenly became very chaotic.
Qiao Mingzhu was taken to the operating room.
Everyone was waiting outside the intensive care unit, and they were all in a bad mood.
Qiao Yanzhi was both angry and heartbroken. She cried and muttered under her breath, "That brat, how can she be so stupid?"
Tang Yaoyao looked at her, feeling both heartache and worry.
You brat.
It sounds like someone is disappointed in their child's lack of progress.
My third aunt is quite old, yet she's still called "that brat," a term my mother uttered almost unconsciously, but it also shows her deep affection for her younger sister.
Meanwhile, in the intensive care unit.
Qiao Yong, who had been in a coma for a whole month, moved her fingers slightly and opened her eyes again.
The doctor was deeply moved and stepped forward to ask in a gentle voice, "Mr. Qiao, can you hear me?"
He moved his lips.
His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and had forgotten how to make a sound.
The doctor still recognized him; he was saying, "Save her, Mingzhu."
The doctor was deeply moved and quickly comforted her, "Her poisoning isn't severe. She's already been taken to the emergency room. Don't worry, calm yourself down. Right now, your wife needs your company the most. Relax and get well soon."
Qiao Yong managed to say again with difficulty, "Okay."
The doctor checked his heart rate and then rushed out to share the good news with everyone.
When Qiao Yuzhou saw the doctor rushing out, he felt as if his misfortune had been compounded. He covered his ears with his hands, unwilling to listen to what the doctor was about to say.
Upon seeing this, Tang Yaoyao realized that, generally speaking, when a patient passes away, the doctor would emerge with a heavy heart, rather than with such agitation.
"Doctor, how is my third aunt's husband?"
The doctor gave a reassuring smile: "The patient has regained consciousness, and with medication and active treatment, he will get through the critical period."
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Yuzhou, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, shed tears of emotion at this moment.
His sister died so many years ago, and at this moment, he would never want to lose his parents again.
Seeing this, Fu Sinan walked over and gently patted his shoulder: "It's alright, it's nothing now. Auntie was discovered in time, she'll get better."
Qiao Yanzhi held her daughter's hand. At this moment, she remained silent, leaning against the wall without saying a word.
Even after all these years, the deep-seated feeling of separation and death still terrifies her.
Because I have experienced this deeply before, I am afraid of losing it now, but also grateful for this hard-won recovery.
Tang Yaoyao also held her hand in return, giving her a sense of security.
Two hours later, Qiao Mingzhu was taken out of the operating room.
She was only mildly poisoned and was quickly diagnosed, so she is out of danger and only needs to rest for a week to fully recover.
By the time everything was alright, it was already seven in the morning.
When Qiao Mingzhu woke up, she saw her sister's face, and her eyes showed a mixture of anger and reluctance.
Even knowing that Mingzhu needed to rest, she couldn't help but give her a good scolding: "You are Qiao Yong's wife, Qiao Yuzhou's mother, and my sister, Qiao Yanzhi's sister. How can you just leave like that? Do you want me to regret letting Yao'er pick you up for the rest of my life?"
Qiao Mingzhu cried, "Sister..."
As she spoke, she placed her hand on her chest and murmured in pain, "It hurts so much here."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the white pillow.
Upon seeing this, Qiao Yanzhi also burst into tears, but she couldn't find the words to comfort her.
If something were to happen to Lao Fu, she might not be able to bear it alone, let alone her younger sister who has been much weaker than her since childhood.
Seeing her sister crying so sadly, Qiao Mingzhu felt extremely distressed and guilty: "Sister, I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry. If you really feel sorry for me, then you should live well. Do you know how much Qiao Yuzhou cried last night? He has rarely shed tears since he was a child. You have really broken your son's heart."
Qiao Mingzhu felt even more pain in her heart as she listened.
After scolding her, Qiao Yanzhi felt sorry for her and reached out to wipe away her tears: "Alright, don't cry anymore. Qiao Yong is not dead. The doctor said that he has the will to live and will soon pass the critical period."
Qiao Mingzhu was terrified of being deceived, and subconsciously she didn't believe it: "Is it true?"
When have I ever lied to you?
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mingzhu burst into tears again, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Mingzhu, I know you're heartbroken after losing your child and learning so many cruel truths. You can't accept Qiao Yong's departure and think that death would end it all. But those who are left behind will suffer for the rest of their lives, especially the children. Who would want to say, ‘My mother committed suicide,’ when they talk about you?”
Hearing her say that, Qiao Mingzhu felt both pained and guilty. This time, she felt she had let down her only son.
Qiao Yanzhi, afraid that she hadn't listened, said softly again, "Let go of those unhappy things from the past, don't complain about them anymore, live well, and spend time with the people you want to cherish."
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