This was the first time the doctor at the clinic had seen such a fresh corpse. Her reaction was indeed a bit exaggerated, but she was genuinely scared.
She responded to Ying Jun affirmatively again and nodded vigorously.
Everyone present was stunned when they heard the doctor's words.
Fu Jun was stunned for a long time, and with trembling hands he checked Xiaomei's breath. After confirming that Xiaomei had stopped breathing, his legs went limp and he collapsed onto the floor along the hospital bed.
"Dead? How could he really die? How could he die so easily? It's not my fault. You fell down accidentally, so you can't blame me..."
Fu Jun sat on the ground, muttering to himself.
Shumei was quite brave. She walked forward and bowed deeply to Xiaomei, her eyes already wet.
Fu's mother wiped her tears and cried to Fu's father, "Old man, this is so bad! This is a good girl. She was chatting and laughing with me while sewing shoe soles this afternoon. How could she be like this now? How are we going to explain this to her parents?"
Although the two elders of the Fu family are old, they still have a very good relationship. Seeing Fu's mother sad, Fu's father took Fu's mother into his arms and stroked her head to comfort her.
"Don't be too sad. We didn't want this to happen. It was all an accident. It has already happened. There is no point in being sad."
Although Mr. Fu didn't cry, it can be seen from his expression that he was also very sad, but he was just holding it back.
Wencai and the neighbor's man who followed also had very sad expressions. Such a living being, who was arguing with Fu Jun just a moment ago, was dead now. Anyone would feel bad.
"You—you should just get her out of here! This has nothing to do with me. She was already dead when you brought her here. This is such a bad day, having to deal with something like this in the middle of the night."
The doctor came to his senses, stood up from his chair, and hurried to the sink to get some soap to scrub the blood off his hands.
Mother Fu raised her head, glanced at Father Fu, and then turned her gaze to Fu Jun who was sitting on the ground.
Her eyes were filled with hatred. She felt nothing but hatred for the son she had carried for ten months.
She really wanted to rush over and beat up this rebellious son. He was already an adult but still caused them so much trouble and caused such a big trouble.
Fu Jun saw the anger in Fu's mother's eyes and hurriedly tried to excuse himself. "She was looking for death and fell down by herself. I have nothing to do with it. You all witnessed it with your own eyes. You all have to bear witness for me. You can't put this on me."
He got up from the ground and gestured in front of Xiaomei's body, asking everyone to testify for him. His expression was so nonchalant, and he didn't feel sad at all because of Xiaomei's death, as if it was just a chicken or a cat that died.
Shumei felt chilled to the bone when she saw Fu Jun being so indifferent.
Xiaomei was an honest and decent woman who just wanted to live a peaceful life, adhering to the principle of "marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog" and lived a peaceful life. She had done nothing wrong, but she ended up like this.
Shumei turned around and looked at Fu Jun angrily. Is this still the honest and upright Brother Fu she knew?
What on earth made him so cold-blooded and indifferent to treat his first wife like this?
"What? Shumei, why are you looking at me like that? Do you really think I'm a murderer?"
Fu Jun felt uncomfortable when he saw Shumei looking at him like that, and he questioned Shumei unhappily.
"Brother Fu, if you were still a man, take Xiaomei home quickly and don't let her die homeless. You are her man, you are his heaven. But what about you? What have you done for her? You know better than anyone whose fault it is that she is lying here now. She just wants to live a peaceful life. Is she wrong? Who did she offend? If she is really wrong, it is that she married you, ruined her life, and lost her life. Put yourself in her shoes. Her mother carried her for ten months and gave birth to her. She raised her with great difficulty, and now she has to send her child off with her old age. How can the living bear it? How can the dead rest in peace?"
The dead cannot be resurrected, and no amount of accusations will help now. Shumei just wants Xiaomei to rest in peace.
As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots. Xiaomei used her death to defend her home. She thought that if Xiaomei knew about it in the afterlife, she would also hope that her body could return home and be buried as a member of the Fu family.
Shumei spoke with tears in her eyes and from the heart. No one interrupted her long speech because every word she said made sense and was indeed tear-jerking.
Fu Jun, who had been stubborn just now, lowered his head after hearing Shumei's words, and finally showed a bit of shame on his face.
After Shumei finished speaking, the small room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it was frightening.
The doctor stood there, wanting to send these people away quickly so she could close the door and go to sleep. But seeing the sorrowful faces, she couldn't bear to open her mouth to drive them away.
Shumei stopped talking and just stood there, looking at Xiaomei lying there motionless. She didn't feel scared, but felt sorry for Xiaomei, heartbroken and sad for her.
Her tears couldn't stop flowing. She was a stubborn person, and this was indeed a sad and lamentable thing. She simply couldn't control her emotions or the tears that flowed uncontrollably.
Seeing Shumei so sad, Wencai walked up to her and patted her shoulder, signaling her not to be sad.
Shumei turned around and threw herself into Wencai's arms as if she had found a life-saving straw, trying to find an antidote from Wencai to relieve her sadness.
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