Zuo Qing and Zhu Jun quickly ran to the door of the building. Just as they were about to enter, a figure rushed out from the door and bumped into Zuo Qing, causing him to stagger.
Zhu Jun was quick-witted and quick-handed. He supported Zuo Qing, who was dizzy from the collision, and also grabbed the thermos that Zuo Qing was about to let go of.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The man apologized, but he didn't stop at all and ran out around Zuo Qing.
"Nurse Zhang, what happened in there?" At this time, Zuo Qing saw clearly the person who bumped into her and couldn't help but ask loudly.
"Mrs. Zhu is critically ill. I'm going to find the dean." Zhang didn't look back. As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away.
Director Hao of Renhe Hospital has top-notch medical skills. The illnesses that require Director Hao's treatment are generally acute or serious.
It was Wang Wenjun who was critically ill, not Zhu Xiangyang. After Zuo Qing digested Nurse Zhang's words, a sense of relief welled up in his heart.
Zuo Qing knew she shouldn't think like this, but she just couldn't help it.
Zuo Qing is dispensable to the Zhu family, but Zhu Xiangyang is different. Zhu Xiangyang has been staying in the sanatorium. Zhu Manwen's two younger brothers have complained to Zhu Manwen several times. The subordinates are disobedient, the boss's attitude is not as good as before, and the work is not as easy as before...
Even Zuo Qing, an outsider, understood that the Zhu family could not lose anyone else but Zhu Xiangyang.
"Mom, are we still going in?" Zhu Jun couldn't help but ask when he saw Zuo Qing stopped.
"Let's go in!" Zuo Qing sighed and walked in front of Zhu Jun. Now that they were here, Zuo Qing couldn't take Zhu Jun away at this juncture.
After Zuo Qing and Zhu Jun entered the room, they saw Zhu Xiangyang sitting on the sofa with a blank look in his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
"dad."
"grandfather."
Zuo Qing and Zhu Jun greeted at the same time.
Zhu Xiangyang came back to his senses and nodded at Zuo Qing and Zhu Jun without saying anything.
It was obvious that Zhu Xiangyang was in a terrible mood today.
Zuo Qing shook her head at Zhu Jun, signaling him not to say anything. The mother and son quietly found a place to sit down.
Five minutes later, Director Hao ran into the building panting, carrying a first aid kit and followed by Nurse Zhang.
Dean Hao looked around and without even saying hello to Zhu Xiangyang, he rushed into the emergency room.
The wait seemed incredibly long. Just when Zuo Qing felt his neck was nearly stiff, he saw Wang Wenjun being wheeled out of the emergency room.
Zhu Xiangyang stood up, took a few quick steps, and came to Wang Wenjun's side.
Zuo Qing and Zhu Jun looked at each other and followed.
When Zhu Jun saw Wang Wenjun's face, he almost cried out in surprise.
After not seeing each other for a while, Wang Wenjun, who Zhu Jun remembered as a bit plump, seemed like a completely different person. Wang Wenjun's face looked completely devoid of flesh, with the skin hanging loosely on her skeleton, making her look frighteningly ugly.
"Minister Zhu, I've done my best. If Mrs. Zhu still doesn't wake up by tomorrow morning, there's nothing I can do." Dean Hao followed Wang Wenjun's stretcher out of the emergency room. Seeing Zhu Xiangyang's gaze fixed on Wang Wenjun, Dean Hao took off his mask and gave Zhu Xiangyang a few words of advice.
Dean Hao looked very tired. The half-hour rescue just now had consumed all of Dean Hao's energy.
Zhu Xiangyang nodded without saying anything.
Dean Hao didn't take it seriously. He believed that all family members of patients were like this. It would be strange if they could be in a good mood after hearing that their loved one might die.
Dean Hao came and left quickly. Before Wang Wenjun was settled, Dean Hao left with several doctors.
Zhu Xiangyang walked to Wang Wenjun's bed and sat down.
Wang Wenjun lay quietly on the bed with an oxygen tube inserted in her nostrils. She looked like a dead leaf drifting from a branch, which would fall to the ground at any time with just a little wind and rain.
In Zhu Xiangyang's mind, the image of Wang Wenjun forty years ago emerged. At that time, Wang Wenjun was delicate and beautiful. She was the best memory Zhu Xiangyang had during those poor and desperate days.
"Ajun, Ajun..." Zhu Xiangyang sat in front of the bed, holding Wang Wenjun's skinny hand, and muttering.
Wang Wenjun's hands were very cold, a kind of gloomy coldness. When Zhu Xiangyang held them in his hands, he couldn't help but shiver.
After his hand adjusted to Wang Wenjun's warmth, Zhu Xiangyang slowly took her hand and placed it against his cheek. This was his wife, the one he had shared through forty years. Over the years, Zhu Xiangyang had done his best to make Wang Wenjun's life as comfortable as possible, but some things simply weren't always as Zhu Xiangyang wished. Over those forty years, Wang Wenjun had endured much hardship and fatigue. Now, as Wang Wenjun's life neared its end, how could Zhu Xiangyang not be heartbroken?
"Ajun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ajun." Zhu Xiangyang blinked and tears rolled down his face.
Although Zhu Xiangyang didn't want to believe what Wang Wenjun had said before, the cruel reality was like a slap in the face to Zhu Xiangyang. Some things were not something Zhu Xiangyang could do just because he wanted to.
At this moment, Zhu Xiangyang's heart was filled with regret. If he could turn back time, Zhu Xiangyang would rather not have looked for Zhou An.
When Zhu Xiangyang asked Lao Gao for help, he refused. Lao Gao was not capable of dealing with Wang Wenjun's statue, but he pointed out a clear way for Zhu Xiangyang: to find a solution from Zhou An, the captain of the special operations team.
Zhu Xiangyang was anxious and went to see Zhou An yesterday.
The matter of the statue involves Wang Wenjun. In order to conceal the truth about the contract between Wang Wenjun and the statue, Zhu Xiangyang did not tell Zhou An the truth about it. Zhu Xiangyang has a statue in his study that looks a bit weird. Zhu Xiangyang doesn't like it very much and hopes Zhou An can help him get rid of it.
Zhou An was General Zhou's man, and General Zhou and Zhu Xiangyang had always been on good terms. For General Zhou's sake, Zhu Xiangyang agreed immediately.
Zhou An told Zhu Xiangyang that if he wanted to exorcise evil spirits, it would be better to wait until daybreak.
Half an hour ago, Zhu Xiangyang called the Zhou family to urge them to do something. On the phone, Zhou An said he would do it right away.
It took no more than a minute to walk from Zhou's house to Zhu's. Five minutes later, Wang Wenjun vomited blood and collapsed.
Zhu Xiangyang felt a little anxious. He was worried about both Wang Wenjun and Zhou An. He wondered if Zhou An had destroyed the statue. If Zhou An, like Wang Wenjun, met with disaster, he wouldn't be able to face General Zhou.
"Dad, is there anything Jun and I need to do?" Zuo Qing saw Zhu Xiangyang still in a daze, and worried that Zhu Xiangyang was too sad, so he hurried over to ask.
"Eldest brother's wife, take Jun back first!" After Zhu Xiangyang said this, he didn't care whether Zuo Qing did as he was told or not. He turned his head and continued to stare at Wang Wenjun on the bed.
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