Chapter 114
The two rushed to the county hospital as quickly as possible.
When I rushed into the inpatient department, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the bitter smell of medicine hit me in the face. The coughing sounds and ticking sounds of the monitors in the corridor made the air oppressive.
The moment the door of the ward was pushed open, in the light from the half-drawn curtains, Yao Jinglan was lying quietly on the white bed, with the blue and white striped quilt covering her almost without any movement.
Mu Qingxuan's heart suddenly hung in her throat, and her throat felt like a ball of water-soaked cotton was stuffed into it.
She staggered over, her knees hitting the edge of the bed with a dull thud.
"grandmother!"
Tears fell uncontrollably on the bed sheets, leaving dark marks.
Huo Changfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he reached out to support her, but saw that Mu Qingxuan had already grabbed Yao Jinglan's pale hand.
The hands were warm, but there was no response.
"No..." She murmured to herself, her voice filled with tears.
Mu Qingxuan clearly remembered that her grandmother had always been fine and healthy in her previous life, and nothing like this had ever happened.
How come so much has changed in this life?
Huo Changfeng looked at Mu Qingxuan's trembling back with heartache, and his Adam's apple moved.
He just turned around to ask the doctor about the situation when a loud and powerful scolding suddenly exploded: "Who is crying on me in broad daylight?"
The ward suddenly became so quiet that one could hear the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground.
Mu Qingxuan froze in place, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, and slowly raised her head.
I saw that Yao Jinglan had opened her eyes and her eyes were clear.
She stared with her eyes wide open, like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Xuan girl, are you cursing me?"
Mu Qingxuan was stunned, tears still welling up in her eyes: "Grandma, are you okay...?"
"What can happen to me? Do you think I am that useless guy from Mu Hongguo who died at such a young age?"
Mu Qingxuan's mouth twitched speechlessly, confirming that this was undoubtedly Yao Jinglan herself.
He has been poisonous-tongued for decades and never has a nice word to say to anyone he meets.
It was obvious that when Mu Hongguo died, she locked herself in the room and cried for several days and nights, and she almost fainted at the end.
But afterwards, they always scolded Mu Hongguo for being unlucky and a short-lived ghost.
Mu Qingxuan sighed and sniffed: "Aunt Chen said you were seriously ill. I just came here and saw you lying on the hospital bed, and then..."
"Just what?"
Yao Jinglan glared at him: "Don't you know what kind of personality your Aunt Chen has? She makes even the smallest things sound like the sky is falling, and she's afraid the roof will break if there's a little thunder. Do you believe her?"
"What have you learned from all these years of medical skills? You can't even read my face or feel my pulse, and you come here and start crying."
Yao Jinglan kept mumbling to herself, but her eyes could not help but look at Mu Qingxuan from head to toe.
After living in the capital for more than half a year, she not only did not lose weight, but her cheeks seemed to be rounder, her complexion became more and more rosy, and her spirit was better than before.
Yao Jinglan knew that her girl had not suffered any hardship in the six months since she got married.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes couldn't help but become moist.
The incandescent light in the ward cast a soft halo. Yao Jinglan glared at Mu Qingxuan unhappily, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes slightly overlapped because of her smile: "You just know how to cry!"
She scolded her, but her calloused hands gently patted Mu Qingxuan's back, again and again, as if she was coaxing a child.
Mu Qingxuan buried her face in her grandmother's shoulder, her voice muffled and with a hint of coquettishness.
"When I saw you like that, I couldn't think of anything else. Tears just started to fall."
She hugged Yao Jinglan tightly.
Yao Jinglan sighed helplessly, scratched Mu Qingxuan's nose with her fingertips, and scolded her lovingly, "You are such a loser!"
"No matter when or where, you have to stay calm. Only when you are calm can you save the people you want to save. This is what your grandfather said every day. I think you have forgotten it all!"
Having said this, her eyes unconsciously became gentle.
Mu Qingxuan raised her head, with tears still on her eyelashes, but she blinked mischievously like a cunning little fox.
"Grandma, you said you didn't miss grandpa, but you couldn't leave him alone."
A sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she deliberately moved closer to Yao Jinglan, carefully observing her grandmother's reaction.
Yao Jinglan's eyes flashed with panic, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red. She immediately put on a stern face and said stubbornly, "Who misses him? Maybe this old man has been reincarnated and has forgotten me completely. I don't miss him!"
"I'm planning to find another old man as my companion!"
She said in a powerful voice.
Mu Qingxuan suppressed her smile and secretly glanced at her grandmother's red eyes, feeling warm in her heart.
Of course she knew that although grandma said powerful things, in her heart she valued grandpa more than her life.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have lived alone in my grandfather's old house for so long.
Huo Changfeng stood beside the bed, watching the scene quietly.
The warm light shines on the grandparents and grandchildren, outlining their soft silhouettes.
The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and a faint warmth emerged in his heart.
Huo Changfeng felt happy from the bottom of his heart that there was still someone in this world who loved Mu Qingxuan.
Mu Qingxuan seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she sat up straight, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted the corner of the quilt.
She secretly glanced at Huo Changfeng, and seeing that he looked calm, she took his bony hand, her voice containing a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
"Grandma, this is Huo Changfeng, my husband."
Huo Changfeng immediately straightened his back, his posture as tall as a pine tree.
He bent down slightly, gave a standard bow, and said in a steady and gentle voice, "Hello, grandma. You can just call me Changfeng."
When he raised his head, his eyes were sincere and there was just the right smile at the corner of his lips.
The sunlight shone obliquely onto him through the gaps in the blinds, giving the lines of his clothes a layer of gold, making him look tall and slender with an extraordinary demeanor.
Yao Jinglan had been secretly sizing up this grandson-in-law who suddenly appeared.
On the surface, he is indeed a rare talent, with good looks and figure.
But when Mu Qingxuan really admitted the relationship in person, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed across her wrinkled face.
"What's your job? How many people are there in your family? What do your parents do?" Yao Jinglan asked seriously.
Huo Changfeng answered Yao Jinglan's questions one after another without any confusion.
When he spoke, his eyes were always focused on Yao Jinglan and his attitude was very sincere.
Yao Jinglan snorted again, "Not bad, barely worthy of my good granddaughter."
Huo Changfeng's gaze immediately fell on Mu Qingxuan, and his eyes became softer: "It is my blessing that I can marry Xuanxuan."
Mu Qingxuan met his blazing gaze, and her earlobes instantly turned red.
She bit her lip, and when she lowered her head, her hair fell, covering her hot cheeks.
Yao Jinglan looked at the changes in their expressions and knew that the young couple had a good relationship. She smiled with relief: "Okay, okay..."
Huo Changfeng then asked, "Grandma, what's wrong with you? Is it serious?"
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