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Ye Wenyu stared blankly at her stepfather, as if she didn't recognize him. She called out with all her might, "Uncle Wang—" but the sound that came out was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Uncle Wang raised his head in a daze, and Ye Wenyu realized that he had been crying. His eyes were red and swollen, and his face was streaked with tears, like a seriously injured child, completely lost and heartbroken.
Ye Wenyu slowly squatted down, facing Uncle Wang, and asked him in a trembling voice, "Where is my mother?" Because of fear, her upper teeth chattered with her lower teeth, making a "clucking" sound.
Jiang Zhiming has realized that this is outside the operating room. The operating room door is open, but there are neither doctors nor patients inside.
A gust of cold wind swept in, sending chills down one's spine. A putrid stench permeated the air, extremely unpleasant. Several minutes later, Jiang Zhiming realized it was the stench of death!
Uncle Wang sat on the floor of the corridor outside the operating room for so long, which shows that—
He already knew it was bad news, so he squatted down and looked at Ye Wenyu nervously, worried that she wouldn't be able to handle this huge blow.
Uncle Wang opened his mouth, his pupils contracted to a tiny point, his lips trembled, and after several attempts, he finally managed to utter a sound: "Your mother, she, is dead, is dead."
What? Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Ye Wenyu felt a loud buzzing in her ears and her mind went blank.
She jumped to her feet and shouted, "Impossible! My mother is perfectly fine, she can't be dead! Impossible! You're lying to me! You're lying to me!"
She started acting like a mad cat, shouting and yelling in the hospital corridor, her face pale, her hair disheveled, pacing back and forth quickly. Jiang Zhiming was worried about her, so he suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly to comfort her.
Ye Wenyu was stunned for a moment before she realized what had happened, and then burst into tears. She still couldn't believe that her beautiful, lively, and cheerful mother had suddenly died!
She pounded her fists on Jiang Zhiming's chest, crying out, "I want to see her! I want to see her!"
Uncle Wang stood up, weakly saying, "The surgery failed, she died, and she's in the morgue now. Xiaoyu, I really loved her. I don't understand why she would jump off a building like that? This morning, when I left for work, she said she'd make my favorite braised pork for dinner. She went to the market early this morning to buy that kind of pork belly, the kind with three layers of fat and two layers of white, saying that's the kind that tastes best when cooked. Waaah, waaah—"
Uncle Wang started crying again. He wiped away his tears and led them toward the morgue. Jiang Zhiming helped the heartbroken Ye Wenyu and they also slowly walked toward the morgue.
The morgue wasn't far, but for Ye Wenyu, it felt like the longest road she had ever traveled! Every step she took was incredibly difficult and heavy.
Even now, she hasn't seen her mother and still can't believe she's dead. She thinks her mother just went out to buy groceries or go shopping.
She will be back soon.
Her legs were like two noodles, and she was weak and listless, as if all the blood in her body had drained away from the soles of her feet with a "thud".
She was trembling all over, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't say a word.
The hospital corridor was like a road to the underworld, dark and gloomy, with gusts of black wind blowing.
She saw her mother last night; her mother came all the way from home to visit her at school, bringing her bags full of delicious food, including homemade pickled vegetables, pickled green beans, and sausages.
She said she had been studying for several months and was worried about her, so she came to the school to see her.
She also bumped into Lin Tingfeng coming to see her, hoping the two of them would get back together. When she was unable to face him, her mother, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, stood in front of her and told Lin Tingfeng firmly that her daughter would not go back. Her daughter was a graduate of a prestigious university and could support herself in the future. She would not be his mistress again!
Lin Tingfeng was also frightened by his mother and later left in despair.
How could such a vibrant and energetic mother in the prime of her life suddenly commit suicide by jumping off a building?
They arrived at the morgue, which was as quiet as a tomb. Uncle Wang said in a hoarse voice, "Your mother is inside. Come and see her one last time."
Ye Wenyu was as if she had lost her soul, dazed and pale, as if she had suddenly fallen seriously ill. She still couldn't believe it, and a series of buzzing sounds came from her ears.
Her mother was her only relative in the world. Her parents divorced when she was very young. Her father left home, remarried another woman, had children, and became a stranger, never to return to this home again.
Her mother never abandoned her and raised her through hard work, providing her with the means to go to school.
The person she valued most in her life was suddenly gone.
Regardless, Ye Wenyu could not accept this reality.
Led by hospital staff and Uncle Wang, they arrived at a room so quiet it was like a tomb, and so cold it made them shiver. In the center of the room lay a corpse, covered with a white sheet. Uncle Wang walked up to the body, mechanically turned around, and said blankly, "Your mother is here—" His voice was weak and feeble, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
Ye Wenyu tried to walk over, but after several attempts, she couldn't move her body. Jiang Zhiming supported her and gently advised, "Don't look anymore. I believe you don't want to see it."
Ye Wenyu shook her head, her voice almost dripping with blood, and said, "No, I must see for myself, I don't believe it."
Left with no other choice, Jiang Zhiming had to support her and lead her step by step closer.
Ye Wenyu stared intently at the white cloth, unable to breathe.
Upon approaching her, the hospital staff, seeing that she looked as if she were seriously ill, were also saddened and said to her, "Why don't you come and see her on the day of the funeral, before the cremation? We suggest you don't come now."
Perhaps time can heal all wounds.
Uncle Wang, having likely witnessed the horrific scene firsthand, stood in front of Ye Wenyu, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Xiaoyu, listen to me, don't look. Your mother jumped from such a height, and the fall—you definitely don't want to see it—"
Ye Wenyu still didn't believe it. As if she hadn't heard them, she pushed them away, walked up to them, and with trembling hands reached out to lift the white cloth and pull it down.
Then, the next second, she saw her mother's face, and then, she couldn't help but scream in pain, and everything went black before she lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she was already at her stepfather's house. Jiang Zhiming was still by her side. At the same time, Lin Tingyue and Cai Wenchuan also arrived. However, Jiang Zhiming no longer supported her; it was Cai Wenchuan who supported her and took care of her.
She turned her eyes and saw that besides her stepfather, there were also police officers in the room.
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