Chapter 749: Morgue
Song Cun called Song Xiao but the call was also unsuccessful.
Song Cun took a taxi from the airport and went directly to the hospital in their city and went straight to the emergency center.
She ran and called her mother, but the call was unresolved. Until she ran to the emergency center, she caught a nurse and gasped out her father's name, "Where is Song Linhai?"
The nurse looked her over and asked in a low voice, "Is this the one who was just rescued?"
Song Cun nodded fiercely, his breathing still rapid, "He is my father, where is he now?"
The nurse looked at her with difficulty, then exchanged glances with her colleague. Another older nurse said gently, "Miss, I'm sorry. Our doctors tried their best, but they couldn't save your father. He's been sent to the morgue. Please go there and take a look."
It was as if the sky fell and the earth collapsed in an instant. Song Cun lost her balance, her legs went weak, and she hit the nurse's table directly. Two nurses hurriedly helped her up.
They kept trying to comfort her, "Girl, you have to cheer up. You still have your mother and your brother."
"Yeah, the dead can't be resurrected, you have to take care of the living."
Song Cun tried hard to steady himself by holding onto the nurse's table. The younger nurse offered, "I'm free right now. I'll go with you."
Song Cun was led to the morgue by the nurse.
The morgue on the underground floor was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Before she reached the door of the morgue, her mother's desperate cries mixed with Song Xiao's sobs were like a cold black cloth that covered the sky and covered Song Cun all at once. She felt cold all over, her legs stiffly standing on the ground, and she could not move a step.
During the long hour and a half on the plane, she thought of various outcomes. Her father might be paralyzed, have sequelae, or be bedridden for the rest of his life. She also thought that the rescue might fail. But when this huge fact was placed before her, she could not convince herself to accept it. Her father was really dead. The dull and stubborn father who had never said a word of love to her was dead just like that.
Yes, she didn't accept it. She hadn't had the chance to explain it to him clearly. She had a lot of grievances, a lot of complaints, and a lot to say. She planned to wait until he was old, could no longer lose his temper, and let her control him, then she would pour out all her words to him.
She thought about that time when she would ask him in person whether he loved her as his daughter.
But he just left like that, and she would never get the fatherly love that she never got.
At this moment, the strange yet familiar cries in the morgue penetrated into her ears, pulling her hard, forcing her to open her eyes and recognize everything in front of her.
"Go in quickly. Your mother and your brother are both in there. Your mother is too sad, and your brother may not be able to help her alone."
The young nurse urged from the side.
Song Cun raised his foot and stumbled in.
This was the first time in Song Cun's life that she had walked into a morgue, and it was also the first time that she had seen the appearance of a dead person. However, the body lying there, cold all over with chilly skin, was her father.
"dad!"
"dad!"
......
No matter how she called out or shouted, the person lying there remained indifferent.
Song Cun's knees softened and she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. It was like the mornings when her father pushed her on his bicycle to carry her to school as a child, with the falling snow never stopping and never ending.
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