Chapter 119 Oncidium in the Sanatorium
Before entering the elevator, Ruan Xingyue called Lanlan: "Lanlan, do you have any plans tonight?"
Lan Lan had just gotten home from get off work and finished eating takeout. "I have some time, Boss. What do you need me to do?"
"Come and help me with the night shift. One thousand a night."
Lanlan: "Okay, boss, I'll be there right away... An? One thousand yuan?"
Lanlan was surprised to speak in her hometown dialect.
Ruan Xingyue gave her a hundred yuan and asked her to take a taxi over. "You'll know when you get here. It's Lu Tian's ward."
At the nurses' station, Lu Fuchuan was dressed as a delivery rider, wearing a helmet of the same color. His face could not be seen clearly. He was standing against the wall, holding the takeaway in his hands in a formal manner.
There was only one nurse on duty at the nurses' station at this time. She was so busy working on a case report that she didn't even have dinner. She had no time to pay attention to the tall and handsome delivery man standing in the corner.
"Follow me." Ruan Xingyue walked past him.
Lu Fuchuan straightened his back and took long steps to keep up, not daring to drag his feet even a little. He silently looked at Ruan Xingyue's profile, fearing that he would be scolded.
Fortunately, Ruan Xingyue looked calm and composed, and had no intention of scolding him.
The two left the inpatient department one after the other.
He didn't dare ask where they were going.
Kangji Hospital is the largest private hospital in City A, backed by the lush Pingliang Mountains.
The building in front of the entrance is the outpatient department, and next to it is the general inpatient building.
Further back is the independent VIP inpatient department. After leaving the VIP inpatient department, you need to go up the mountain and through the Pingliang Mountain forest. You can see a beautiful and quiet sanatorium hidden among the mountains and forests, with lights on at this moment.
There was only one patient living there, Lu Fuchuan's mother, Wen Xinlan.
Ruan Xingyue parked the car.
Lu Fuchuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't wait to open the door and get out.
Only here, all the people are Professor Lu’s people.
Ruan Xingyue didn't stop him.
As soon as I reached the door, I was stopped by someone.
An access card is required to enter and exit.
Lu Fuchuan turned around suddenly and looked at her anxiously.
"Miss Ruan." The housekeeper guarding the door saw her and opened the door first without waiting for her to take out the access card.
Ruan Xingyue walked in front, "I came to see Master's wife."
The housekeeper's gaze fell on the delivery man behind her, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. But she said nothing, simply scanning the figure clearly and sending it to Professor Lu immediately.
"Please take off your helmet, young man, so I can take a picture of you for registration."
Lu Fuchuan looked at Ruan Xingyue, who motioned him not to move. She then looked at the housekeeper and said, "From now on, he will come with me every time, and there will be no electronic portrait of him at the gate."
She had already called Professor Lu and handed the number to the housekeeper.
The butler nodded seriously after hearing what was said over there, and then he casually tore off a piece of paper to cover the camera.
He handed the phone back with both hands, and when he looked at Lu Fuchuan again, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, and he said respectfully: "Goodbye, Miss Ruan."
As soon as the two of them stepped through the door, all the networked surveillance cameras in the entire nursing home went offline at the same time.
Lu Fuchuan first walked quickly, then ran after two steps, stopped at the elevator door, and pressed the elevator up button three times in a row.
When the smell of disinfectant filled his nose, his anxious steps paused.
Six years have passed, and the corridor of the senior nursing home remains the same. The off-white walls glow with a cold light, and even the dust suspended in the air seems to be frozen by time.
Ruan Xingyue caught up with him and the elevator opened just in time.
Lu Fuchuan reached back, grabbed her wrist, and eagerly dragged her into the elevator, gently squeezing her before letting go.
In just a few seconds, Ruan Xingyue felt the hot sweat on his palms due to nervousness.
He pressed the button for the third floor with a firm gaze. In just a few seconds, the light in his eyes dimmed and brightened again.
From the age of six to fourteen, whenever he was happy or sad, he would come here and talk endlessly to his mother.
Try to wake her up and get her to talk to him, even if it's just a "hmm".
The moment the elevator opened, Lu Fuchuan rushed out of the elevator and suddenly stopped.
He reached out to take off his helmet, turned around to fix his hair, and asked Ruan Xingyue: "Am I ugly now?"
Under the helmet, he wore a pair of silver hexagonal glasses.
This is a pair of glasses that reminds people of "restraint", "rationality" and "intelligence".
However, Ruan Xingyue could read the heavy and complex emotions in those peach blossom eyes through the lenses that shone with a cold light - a son who had not seen his mother for six years, who had skipped the long time from the age of fourteen to twenty alone, was timid, nervous and anxious about the upcoming reunion.
Ruan Xingyue raised her hands, brushed off the non-existent dust on his collar, and sorted it out carefully.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of encouragement: "You haven't grown crooked, you're still as handsome as ever."
Lu Fuchuan stared at her intently, hiding many of the emotions in his heart.
He handed her the helmet and couldn't wait to knock on the office door. He needed to change into a sterile suit before he could see his mother.
Ruan Xingyue asked the nurse to go first, and she accompanied Lu Fuchuan to change clothes in the fitting room.
Through the fitting curtain, Lu Fuchuan's voice was unclear and sounded muffled.
"Tell me, has she missed me in these six years?"
"Yes." Ruan Xingyue answered quickly and firmly, "The professor often mentioned you, and his wife's fingers would respond."
Tears will slip out of the corners of your eyes.
No need to tell him this.
"...I miss her so much."
His tone was deliberately light and airy, and Ruan Xingyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Gently pushing open the door of the ward, his first sight fell on the bed by the window.
She lay quietly, her hair whiter than she remembered, sinking into the soft pillow like a leaf blown down by the wind.
The ventilator rose and fell regularly, making a slight humming sound. This sound became her only "breath" in the past twenty years.
He walked over and sat down in the chair beside the bed.
His fingertips were hanging on the back of her hand. Through the sterile gloves, the skin was as cold as if it was immersed in ice water. His knuckles were slightly deformed due to long-term bed rest.
"Mom," he said, his voice as rough as gravel, as if it had been rubbed by time, "I, I'm back.
Every word squeezed out of his dry throat had a broken and heavy ending, like the wheezing of an old bellows, carrying unspeakable longing and sadness.
No response.
Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were sparse, like butterfly wings that were still but would never flutter again.
She was so thin that she was out of shape, and her body under the quilt was as thin as a feather, as if it would float away with the slightest touch.
My heart feels like it's blocked by something, and it hurts so much.
It's not a heart-wrenching pain, but a dull one, with the powerlessness and helplessness that has settled over a long time.
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After leaving the sanatorium, Lu Fuchuan did not get into the car.
He stood at the front of the car and suddenly leaned against it with all his strength gone.
The blue takeout overalls were instantly covered in dust.
He didn't care and just half sat and half leaned on the front of the car, with his long legs bent and his heels on the ground. His heels rubbed against the asphalt road, making a grinding sound, just like the surging emotions in his heart, which had no place to rest.
The light from the street lamp came from behind him, pinning his shadow to the car body, thin and long, without even a tremor.
He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling, but his vision was unfocused, scattered across the neon lights in the distance. The flickering lights reflected in his eyes looked like broken glass soaked in water, so bright that they were astringent.
"I wish my mother hadn't given birth to me."
The sound was as low as a piece of paper blown by the wind, floating in the air and dissipating before it hit the ground.
He raised his hand to wipe his face and took off his glasses. The night view of City A was blurry and his eyes were burning hot.
"She was lying there to give birth to me."
His glasses fell to the ground. He rubbed his brows, forced a smile, and spoke with a slight breath, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "What kind of thing is this... My birthday has become the day she died."
The hustle and bustle of the city is reduced to the distant lights and nightlife, and the night outside the sanatorium is supported by sound.
Insects chirping and birds singing.
The wind blew through the gaps in the trees, and the tips of the leaves made a rustling sound.
The sobs were blown away by the wind.
He just leaned there, his back against the cold car body, like a stone abandoned on the roadside.
Even the sadness felt heavy and dull, hitting my heart, causing dull pain but making me unable to cry out.
Ruan Xingyue stood at the back and was reluctant to come forward.
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