"Let's wait until they wake up." Yun Qiao said, "I'm still feeling airsick, so I don't have much of an appetite."
"Then wait a moment." He Tingjun stood up: "You stay with the children in the guesthouse. I'll go out for a while and be back in about an hour."
"Are you going to the hospital?" Yun Qiao asked him.
He Jianhua arranged for them to stay in the government guesthouse, which was not far from the hospital where the old man lived, just one street away.
He Tingjun said 'hmm'.
Yun Qiao said, "Do you know Grandpa's ward number? Did your cousin tell you?"
"I told you." He Tingjun said, "I'll just take a look and come back."
He Tingjun grew up with his grandparents. It can be said that compared to his parents, his grandparents are more important to him.
He had already arrived in Shanghai. If he didn't go to the hospital today, he wouldn't be able to spend the night peacefully.
Yun Qiao could understand He Tingjun's mood and said softly, "Okay, you can go first. The children and I will accompany you tomorrow."
He Tingjun walked out the door and headed towards the hospital.
At seven o'clock in the afternoon in the summer, the sun has just set and the sky is still bright. It will take at least an hour before it gets dark.
It was the time when people were getting off work, and there were many people walking, riding bicycles, and taking public transportation back and forth. The sound of car horns, bicycle bells, and the noise of people talking and chatting, combined together, made a buzzing sound in He Tingjun's ears.
He felt upset and confused, and his pace quickened involuntarily.
When he arrived at the hospital, he asked the nurse and found his grandfather's ward. But when he finally arrived at the door, he didn't have the courage to go in.
He was afraid that he would not be able to accept the scene behind him when he pushed the door open, so he stood at the door, took several deep breaths, and prepared himself mentally before pushing the door open.
The old man is a senior cadre who has made great contributions to the country. He lives in a special single ward in the hospital, which is equipped with a ventilator and rescue equipment to facilitate timely rescue in case of any emergency.
The second elder’s nanny, Sister Song, was also in the ward. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform, a mask on her face, and her hair was all wrapped in a hat on her head.
She was bending over to massage the old man's legs to prevent muscle atrophy or blood clots caused by long-term bed rest.
She also knew that all her hard work might be unnecessary. After all, the old man had difficulty breathing and might even suffocate to death without an oxygen tank. There was a high probability that he would never wake up again in this life.
People are all made of flesh and blood, not to mention that the two elders are such good people. After more than ten years of getting along, they have developed feelings for each other even if they hired a nanny.
No matter how slim the hope is, she still looks forward to the day when hope comes true.
With tears in her eyes, she was massaging the old man's legs when she heard the sound of a door being pushed open behind her. She turned around and saw He Tingjun. She quickly sniffed and tilted her head back to hold back her tears.
"Tingjun, you're here."
He Tingjun said "hmm", took a few steps forward, and finally saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed.
The old man wore an oxygen mask on his nose, his face was pale and yellow, his eyes were tightly closed, his chest was calm and there was not even any obvious rise and fall, he lay breathless on the hospital bed.
When He Tingjun saw this scene, his eyes instantly turned red.
Men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad.
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