Chapter 149 Don’t Worry I Don’t Want to Lose Again
The highway was a bit congested. There was a heavy rainstorm in this area. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, gradually forming lines, and soon it blurred the car window glass.
Two cars cut through the night, driving on the highway.
They have spent a lot of energy preparing for Zhu Yanshi's birthday. They have been busy all day and have not had any rest.
We had to share a car with two people, taking turns driving, and it took thirteen hours to reach our destination.
The rain was too heavy, accidents on the highway were frequent, traffic jams were quite serious, and everyone was extremely anxious.
Although I know that my past was useless, I am still afraid of missing out.
I’m afraid that Zhu Yanshi will be in pain.
The whole night long, everyone's heart was beating like a drum, and the rain continued to fall without any sign of stopping.
The two cars were relatively close to each other. When they were about to get off the highway, Chen Shiyi could clearly see a car swaying next to the car driven by Fu Qi'an in front of him.
There was no time to care about so many things. He stepped on the accelerator, and as if he had predicted it, when the car lost control and accelerated to hit Fu Qi'an's car, a car behind it came across and blocked the impact of the car.
Chen Shiyi turned the steering wheel sharply and hit the railing next to him. He fell forward heavily and was protected by the air cushion that popped out. He felt dizzy.
The world was turning upside down, with stars popping up everywhere. It took Chen Shiyi a long time to come back to his senses. He turned his head and saw Song Zhiyu covering his bleeding forehead, and slowly turned his head to look at him.
Chen Shiyi: "Are you okay..."
Song Zhiyu: "Get off first."
The cell phone in Song Zhiyu's pocket was vibrating. It was Yuan Qing calling. When the call was connected, Song Zhiyu only said one sentence.
"You guys go ahead and drive on. Be careful on the road. There are a lot of accidents. We'll handle it here."
Without any greetings, the few people who had been extremely hostile to each other now reached a consensus. After understanding each other's situation, they continued to move towards their destination.
Chen Shiyi took out a pack of wet wipes from the scrapped car, took out a few and handed them to Song Zhiyu, pointed in the direction of his head, and signaled him to wipe the blood.
The car stopped on the side of the road, completely unable to move, and the two people and the driver who caused the accident stood aside.
The driver's forehead was also scratched. He looked at Song Zhiyu with an apologetic look on his face, his legs trembling.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Are you guys okay?"
Song Zhiyu wiped the blood off his forehead with a wet tissue and shook his head, "It's okay."
Then he looked at Chen Shiyi.
"If it were me, I would do the same."
"You are also a lunatic." Chen Shi smiled, but there was some guilt in his eyes.
The two men didn't say anything. They stood there, following the information from the hospital and waiting for the police car.
On the other side, Fu Qi'an and Yuan Qing got off the highway and drove towards the hospital at their destination.
Zhu Yanshi seemed to have a premonition and woke up very early, at only seven in the morning. He was a person who usually slept until twelve o'clock, but he opened his eyes at this moment.
He stared at the roof of the car in confusion for a while, then his eyes focused on Fu Qi'an's slightly tired face.
Oh, not only tired, but also embarrassed.
The other person's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy and hung on his forehead, two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
The two looked at each other, and Fu Qi'an reached out and rubbed Zhu Yanshi's cheek.
"woke up?"
"Where are we going?"
Zhu Yanshi sat up and rubbed his painful temples with his hand. Thinking about what happened last night, he felt a little embarrassed.
But all this was too late for him to feel embarrassed, because Yuan Qing spoke slowly.
"Ashi...I have something to tell you. Be prepared."
The expressions on both of their faces were very serious. Zhu Yanshi had a bad feeling in his heart. He didn't say anything and nodded slightly.
"Yesterday, your health wasn't very good, so we didn't wake you up. We received a call saying that grandma fell from the mountain and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment..."
"We'll drive you there now. We'll be there soon. Don't worry too much."
"Song Zhiyu has already understood the situation and has dispatched a professional medical team from City A. Don't worry too much."
After the voice fell, the car was very quiet and fell into deathly silence.
Zhu Yanshi's eyes were filled with panic. He didn't know how to react. The fingers hanging on his legs were shaking uncontrollably at a high frequency.
He licked his lips, turned his head and looked at Fu Qian'an blankly, his throat rolled up and down, unable to hold back, tears suddenly fell from his eyes, the bean-sized tears fell on the back of his hand, hot and burning.
Fu Qian'an felt as if his heart was being pulled by countless big hands. He was a little at a loss. The thing he had been worrying about all night finally happened.
He could handle anything, but he was afraid of breaking down when dealing with Zhu Yan.
He reached out and grabbed Zhu Yanshi's hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter, then hugged the boy into his arms.
"It's okay, we are all with you, don't be afraid..."
"If you want to cry, just cry. It will make you feel better."
The palm of his hand gently brushed across the boy's back again and again.
Inside the car, the boy's crying could be heard soon. He hugged Fu Qian'an and buried his cheek in the man's shoulder as if to escape.
so.
Or can't escape fate?
Or are you going to take away everything he has worked so hard to get?
His life has been so rough, shouldn't he have everything good?
Is fate a joke?
Is life a play...
The shadows of his childhood kept replaying in his mind. The thin boy stood helplessly outside the ward, watching his grandmother lying alone on the bed, and left in tears.
There's nothing I can do, nothing can be changed.
So will the same mistakes happen again?
Do I have to go through this pain again?
Fu Qi'an could feel the fear of the young man in his arms, and his body was even shaking at an abnormally high frequency.
He raised his hand and touched Zhu Yanshi's forehead.
frown.
I still have a fever.
"Yuan Qing, how long will it take?"
Fu Qi'an asked, his tone extremely serious. Yuan Qing could see through the rearview mirror that his palm was on Zhu Yanshi's forehead.
He understood the other party's hint and took a look at the sign of the destination.
Yuan Qing: "15km left...almost there."
Yuan Qing: "Ashi... would you like to drink some water first?"
Fu Qi'an opened the water bottle and put the bottle mouth to Zhu Yan's lips, as if he was coaxing a child.
"Be good... drink some water first. You need to save some energy to see grandma."
Zhu Yanshi drank half a bottle of water obediently, and could no longer cry, so he leaned on Fu Qian'an.
"Where are Chen Shiyi and the others?"
"They're right behind us, don't worry."
Fu Qi'an said.
When the car arrived at the destination, the lights in the operating room were still on. Zhu Yanshi ran over, his eyes red, and asked in a trembling voice about the situation inside the village chief who was guarding the operating room.
The village chief said: "Don't worry, a team has just been transferred from City A and they are already in the operating room."
Zhu Yanshi sat on a chair beside him, trying to regulate his nervous heartbeat by taking deep breaths.
He couldn't control these emotions, just like he couldn't face the shadow of his childhood.
This is something he has never been able to accept, facing the departure of his loved ones...
Outside the operating room, the clock on the wall ticked away, time passed very slowly, and the sounds of interlaced breathing became extremely lingering.
There were sounds of footsteps approaching rapidly from the end of the corridor. Zhu Yanshi turned his head and when he met the eyes of Song Zhiyu and Chen Shiyi, he could no longer hold back his tears.
He didn't know this before. He always thought that the male and female protagonists in TV dramas who cried when they saw their loved ones coming when they were emotionally broken were pretentious and useless. It was not until he experienced it himself that he realized it.
This is dependency.
Only when you feel loved can you express your emotions so unrestrainedly.
When Song Zhiyu hugged Zhu Yan, he reached out and soothed the back of the boy's neck again and again.
"Don't be afraid, we are all with you."
"The medical industry is so advanced nowadays...there will definitely be no problem."
Chen Shiyi held his brother's hand silently, his eyes full of worry.
Zhu Yanshi wiped away her tears, sniffed, and saw the wound on Song Zhiyu's forehead.
The other person didn't bandage himself and even used the loose hair on his forehead to cover it. He was really afraid of being discovered by himself.
But Zhu Yanshi still saw it, and he brushed away the man's hair from his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?"
“…I’m fine. I fell on the way up.”
Song Zhiyu laughed.
Zhu Yanshi was certainly not a fool. He looked at Song Zhiyu's face and was silent for a long time before he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Are you stupid?"
He turned his head and looked at Chen Shiyi again, "You didn't even tell me about the car accident?"
"Are you injured anywhere else?"
Chen Shiyi livened up the atmosphere: "It's not a major accident, just a minor problem."
Song Zhiyu smiled and shrugged: "It's just a little scratch on the head, it's okay."
Zhu Yanshi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Without saying anything, he pulled the two people to sit on the chairs next to him.
"Don't do this next time."
Muffled sound.
"I'd be worried too."
The corridor was still very quiet. The village chief had gone back, and only a few of them were left. They could hear the boy's trembling and hoarse voice.
"I hate losing, I'm afraid of losing, so you're not allowed to do anything dangerous again."
"You are not allowed to leave me either."
Zhu Yanshi's voice spread like a seed, falling into everyone's heart.
At that moment, several men swore in their hearts.
We can’t let Zhu Yanshi be sad.
Even death is not acceptable.
The operation lasted for a whole night and no one slept. Zhu Yanshi was coaxed by Chen Shiyi and Yuan Qing to see a doctor in the middle of the operation.
After confirming that there was no serious problem, I prescribed some medicine.
The effect of the fever-reducing medicine came on quickly. Zhu Yanshi felt a little drowsy, but he still tried to stay alert.
Others did not try to dissuade him and respected the boy's decision.
The clock on the wall only showed half past eight in the morning when the door of the operating room finally opened.
Under the influence of the drug, Zhu Yanshi seemed to see himself many years ago in a trance.
After the operating room door opened, the thin child stood alone at the door and heard the doctor say.
"Rescue efforts were ineffective..."
Zhu Yanshi had difficulty breathing and his heart was stuck in his throat. He blinked and the perspective switched back to the present.
I saw the doctor coming out with a smile on his face.
"The operation was successful. The patient is no longer in danger of death. Family members should not worry too much."
Zhu Yanshi let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
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