Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Fan Xiaorong swallowed sleeping pills and...
While chatting about gossip, when we climbed to the floor where Fan Xiaorong's dormitory was located, the dormitory manager had already started talking about other things.
The two walked to the dormitory door together. The dormitory manager knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. "Strange, Fan Xiaorong was on the night shift yesterday. I saw her come back in the morning, but I didn't see her go out. There's no padlock on the door, so there must be someone inside."
Zhao Ruyue looked inside through the curtains. She had good eyesight and sharp eyes, and she saw that the quilt on the bed was bulged up.
She pointed at the bed and said to the dormitory manager, "Is that Fan Xiaorong's bed? She seems to be sleeping. Maybe she is too tired from working the night shift and fell asleep so fast that she didn't hear the knock on the door."
"That's impossible," the dormitory manager came over to take a look, "I heard from other people in her dormitory that Fan Xiaorong has been having trouble sleeping recently. Sometimes she has nightmares in the middle of the night and cries and screams. That must be her bed."
Zhao Ruyue felt uneasy again: "Maybe she was sick and no one noticed, so she fainted. Do you have the key to their dormitory? Should we open the door and take a look?"
The dormitory manager said, "No need, you can open the door directly from the window."
As she spoke, she opened the window and reached in to fumble around for a few times before opening the door easily. "Don't think this is unsafe, but it can only be opened this way when there are people. It can be opened from the window, so when someone comes home from get off work, there's no need to always teach others to help open the door. They bought their own padlocks, and if everyone in the dormitory is out, they'll lock it from the outside."
Zhao Ruyue didn't have time to continue talking to the dormitory manager and had already rushed into the dormitory.
She lifted a corner of the quilt of the only person lying on the bed, and it turned out to be the girl who had delivered something to her yesterday: "Fan Xiaorong! Fan Xiaorong!"
Zhao Ruyue pushed her gently, but the girl with her eyes closed did not respond at all.
She used some more strength, but Fan Xiaorong still didn't respond.
With a click, the dormitory manager who was walking slowly behind Zhao Ruyue turned on the lights in the dormitory.
The orientation was not very good, and there were mosquito nets and clothes hanging everywhere, resulting in poor lighting indoors. The dormitory, which was very dark in broad daylight, was instantly illuminated by lights.
Only then did Zhao Ruyue notice that Fan Xiaorong's face was slightly blue, and she had a bad feeling.
With trembling hands, he put his fingers under Fan Xiaorong's nose and found that she was still breathing. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The dormitory manager came over and picked up a medicine bottle under Fan Xiaorong's bed: "It seems that she is really sick. Some medicines make people sleepy easily. After taking the medicine and going to bed, it is indeed not easy to wake up."
After hearing what the dormitory manager said, Zhao Ruyue relaxed a little. However, when she turned her head inadvertently, she saw the empty bottle in her hand and felt that it looked a little familiar.
She took the empty bottle and took a look at the date and the condition of the paper wrapping.
The whole person jumped up immediately: "Quick! Go downstairs and call 120, call an ambulance!"
She had taken this kind of medicine before when she had conflicts with her two children and was upset and couldn't sleep, so she could tell the difference at a glance.
"What, what happened? Why are you calling an ambulance?" The dormitory manager was confused by her shout. He took a look at the medicine bottle, but couldn't figure out what was going on.
Didn’t Fan Xiaorong take medicine when she was sick? Why do we need to call an ambulance?
Zhao Ruyue didn't bother to explain and immediately rushed out of the dormitory and shouted to Ning Shaoming who was waiting for her downstairs: "Shaoming, go to the dormitory office and call 120 for an ambulance! Fan Xiaorong took sleeping pills and committed suicide!"
Her shout woke up all the people in the dormitory building who were resting after the night shift, and people from other dormitories came out one after another to look in and discuss the matter.
"What was someone shouting just now? Ambulance 120?"
"Who is sick and calling an ambulance? I was so sound asleep that I didn't hear clearly."
"I was still awake just now, and I heard clearly that the person shouting was Fan Xiaorong who had taken sleeping pills and committed suicide. She asked the people downstairs to call 120 for an ambulance!"
"Oh my god! Someone actually committed suicide! What happened?"
"Who knows? Does anyone know the one who committed suicide? How is he? Is he dead or not?"
"It's horrible! How could something like this happen in our factory? If someone really died, how would people live in this dormitory in the future?"
"Yeah, it's scary!"
"Fan Xiaorong...Fan Xiaorong is that someone!" The person who said this winked at his friends around him.
Her friend was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized: "Are you talking about the woman in the next workshop? Others say she's doing that?"
"That's her!"
"Why are you still committing suicide?"
"Could it be that if her family found out and disgraced her, they would disown her and she would not want to live anymore?"
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't have any evidence!"
"Who is talking nonsense? Everyone who lives in our building knows what she does!"
A co-worker who was familiar with Fan Xiaorong heard the news and rushed over to see what was going on. On the way, he heard people gossiping and started arguing with them on the spot.
The voices of various people gathered together, and Zhao Ruyue could only hear a buzzing sound in her ears. It felt like time was passing too slowly and the ambulance was arriving too slowly.
She doesn't have a mobile phone now, so she can't immediately check how to provide first aid. She also doesn't have a phone with her, so she can't contact medical staff and ask them for guidance.
This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a situation. He had no idea what he should do to help Fan Xiaorong while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
In the end, all you can do is sit there and wait.
It felt like it took Zhao Ruyue half a day for the ambulance to arrive. In fact, there was a hospital near the factory. It only took more than ten minutes from the time the ambulance was called to the time it arrived.
Ning Shaoming was able to go upstairs with the medical staff. He walked over to Zhao Ruyue who was sitting on the bed and held her hand. Her hand was so cold that it seemed as if she was holding two ice cubes.
Feeling the warmth from his hand, Zhao Ruyue finally came to her senses. Her legs were so weak that she could not even stand. Ning Shaoming half-carried and half-supported her, and she followed the medical staff downstairs and got into the ambulance to go to the hospital together.
The dormitory manager and their supervisor also came along.
Several people waited outside the emergency room. After an unknown amount of time, the doctor finally came out.
Zhao Ruyue heard the doctor say, "Fortunately he was sent to us in time..." The doctor seemed to say something else, but she couldn't hear it at all.
All we know is that Fan Xiaorong was rescued and is no longer in danger of death, but she is still relatively weak.
After she woke up, she faced the person in charge sent by the factory and remained silent no matter what they said.
After the people sent by the factory left and Zhao Ruyue walked into the ward, Fan Xiaorong said to her in a hoarse voice with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry."
Zhao Ruyue sighed. She really wasn’t very good at comforting others, nor could she pretend to be a caring older sister and say those heartwarming words.
She just said whatever she had to say.
"I accept the fruit you gave me, but I can't accept the pair of gold earrings."
When Fan Xiaorong heard this, she became a little excited and wanted to sit up.
Zhao Ruyue held her down and said, "Don't get up. Lie down and rest. Listen to me."
"I know why you want to give me something, but you are the victim, not the perpetrator. I can't accept something so valuable from you. I have never accepted any valuables given by the families of other victims. If I accept yours, what would I be?"
Zhao Ruyue could have tricked Gao Guangqiang and Gao's father without blinking an eye, but Fan Xiaorong was already pitiful enough.
The gossip spread by the dormitory manager might have been exaggerated, but it was a fact that Fan Xiaorong was called away, and many people in the factory saw it.
Zhao Ruyue guessed that she was probably forced into a deeper trap than the landlord's granddaughter and the girl from the Zhou family.
But Fan Xiaorong had no one to rely on, and she didn't get help in time. She didn't even know who to tell, nor did she dare to tell anyone. She didn't know how to save herself, who to ask to save her, and who could save her.
Zhao Ruyue didn't know whether Fan Xiaorong had also committed suicide by taking pills in her previous life.
All I know is that I don't want her to go down the same wrong path as in her previous life, and I don't want her to just disappear like this.
Zhao Ruyue took out the earrings that had been in her pocket and put them into Fan Xiaorong's hand. "You took sleeping pills on your own initiative this time. Your factory is unwilling to pay for your medical expenses, so I will do it first. When you recover, you have to pay me back for the medical expenses."
"Sister, but I, I..." Fan Xiaorong pushed the earrings towards Zhao Ruyue, but her body was too weak and she could not match Zhao Ruyue's strength.
In the end, she could only hold the earrings tightly and cry, choking and saying, "It's not that I don't want to return it to you... It's just that I may not be able to stay in the factory anymore and can't continue to work and earn money. Everyone in the factory knows me..."
She bit her lower lip and couldn't utter the rest of the sentence.
Fan Xiaorong always dreams of herself falling into the water at night. She tries desperately to swim to the surface, but she can never float to the surface or reach the shore.
Gao Guangqiang was arrested, but the impact of those events has not disappeared.
The surrounding noises, the contemptuous looks, and the harassment from the male factory employees who looked at her strangely were like waterweed that tightly wrapped around her, pulling her, trapping her in a deep pool, and suffocating her.
"Sister, I'm dirty, I can't go back!"
She had kept these things in her heart for too long, and finally there was someone who could understand her and whom she could talk to without worry.
Fan Xiaorong couldn't help but hugged Zhao Ruyue and cried loudly, telling her about her experience while crying.
Ning Shaoming, who was standing at the door, hurried out and closed the door. He stood outside the door, paying attention to the outside to prevent anyone from eavesdropping at the door.
Zhao Ruyue was inside accompanying Fan Xiaorong. She didn't say anything, but just held her like a mother comforting a crying child, patting her gently and listening to her tell all her grievances.
After crying loudly and speaking out everything that was in her heart, Fan Xiaorong finally calmed down.
After calming down, her determination to leave this world was finally no longer so strong.
But she still didn't know what to do.
Go back to hometown?
She was only fourteen when she first came to work, not yet sixteen years old, the age to work outside.
But her father and stepmother borrowed her ID card from someone else and forced her to go out and earn money. They were not even willing to wait until she graduated from junior high school.
And if she doesn't go out to work after returning, how will she explain it to her family?
There are many fellow villagers working in the same factory, and some of them must have heard about her. What if they go back and tell the people there?
By then, she won't be able to stay in her hometown either.
She is sixteen years old this year and cannot go out to earn money for her family. Her father and stepmother will most likely marry her off to someone who can offer a large gift.
Fan Xiaorong felt that there was no place for her to stay in this big world, otherwise she would not have been so depressed before.
After hearing what she said, Zhao Ruyue asked tentatively: "After your mother divorced your father and left home, did you still keep in touch with her? Can you find her?"
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