"Miss Chen, are you asleep, Miss Chen?"
Chen Yunyun recognized the voices of the two siblings she had met earlier that day. She put on her coat and opened the door.
The two siblings looked panicked and helpless; the sister had tears on her face, and the brother had a blister on his lip.
"What's wrong? Tell me slowly."
The brother and sister spoke with tearful voices, and it took Chen Yunyun a while to understand, "Your father jumped into the lake and committed suicide, and after being rescued, he fell into a coma?"
The two knelt on the ground, begging Chen Yunyun to lend them some money to go to the hospital.
Since it was a matter of life and death, Chen Yunyun couldn't care less about anything else. She told her two siblings to wait at the door while she went inside to get the money.
Xu Jingrun was already dressed and ready. "Mother, I'll go with you."
The two followed the two siblings into the neighboring courtyard house, which had a similar layout.
The two siblings led her to a side room, where a frail old man with gray hair was sleeping on the bed, and Madam Hu was taking care of him.
Upon seeing Chen Yunyun and Xu Jingrun enter, Madam Hu stood up. "You must be Miss Chen?"
Madam Hu was wearing an old robe, but the edges of the clothes were neat, showing that she was a meticulous person. Her eyes were dark and swollen, clearly indicating that she had been overworked.
"Don't be so polite." Chen Yunyun stopped her and walked to the bedside.
The old man on the bed had a bluish complexion and his lips were tightly closed.
How long has it been since you drowned?
"About half an hour."
The elderly man was breathing very weakly; he probably wouldn't make it to the hospital.
Upon hearing this, the family of three burst into tears.
When they were brought back, the person told them to prepare for their funeral. They knew that Old Shu probably couldn't be saved.
"Don't cry, come here." Chen Yunyun pointed to Madam Hu's eldest son.
“Do it like I do.”
Chen Yunyun demonstrated the CPR procedure, and Mrs. Hu's son followed suit.
Every now and then, Chen Yunyun would ask him to blow air into Lao Shu.
Chen Yunyun didn't tell him to stop, so her eldest son kept repeating the same thing.
It wasn't until Xiao Yi was covered in sweat that Lao Shu's complexion became rosier and his breathing became much stronger.
Chen Yunyun stuffed the money into Mrs. Hu's hand and told them to take the person to the hospital as soon as possible.
Madam Hu watched helplessly as the dying Old Shu was slowly brought back to life. Her heart, which had been filled with despair and despair, was suddenly ignited, growing brighter and brighter, as if burned by something...
Without even having time to thank Chen Yunyun, the family carried Lao Shu to the hospital.
Chen Yunyun breathed a sigh of relief after the person left.
She only realized the old man's identity after entering his house and seeing his works.
This person is undoubtedly a literary giant.
His works have great inspirational significance for contemporary people and even for future generations.
Thankfully, he was saved.
The next day, Chen Yunyun quietly went to the hospital with the fruit basket she had bought.
She found Mr. Shu and his family among a row of crowded hospital beds.
Mrs. Hu went to fetch water, while Mr. Shu sat on the bed, his gaze vacant.
Looking at the withered old man before her, Chen Yunyun found it hard to reconcile him with the men described in textbooks of later generations.
Chen Yunyun put the fruit basket aside and used a knife to peel a crisp, sweet apple.
"Mr. Shu, would you like to try some?"
Mr. Shu didn't react, and she continued, "To be honest, Beijing is great. Look, even in the dead of winter, you can still buy apples."
“My hometown is Nanxian County. There aren’t many fruits there, but there are plenty of wild persimmons in the mountains. Last winter, we made persimmon cakes, which were sweet and delicious.”
“I see you have two persimmon trees in your yard, with fruit on them. Once you’ve taken good care of them, you can make some with your family to enjoy.”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Shu merely opened his mouth but said nothing.
"Mr. Shu, do you know what I had? I had a dream."
“Old Beijing in my dreams doesn’t look like this. Look at the hospital staff quarters outside; in my dreams, they’re over twenty stories high.”
"There is a school right next to the hospital, and the children sit in spacious and bright classrooms, their voices ringing out as they read aloud."
"Your work was selected for the textbook. The teacher assigned homework, saying that the children should memorize and recite your article in its entirety. The children wailed in despair. Your article is quite long."
Chen Yunyun told a lame joke, and the old man finally reacted.
He glanced at Chen Yunyun, but his question was unrelated: "Will there be spring again?"
Almost instinctively, Chen Yunyun replied, "Winter is here, can spring be far behind?"
The old man murmured these words to himself, lost in thought.
After leaving Mr. Shu's ward, Chen Yunyun was about to go home when she saw a familiar profile in the hospital registration hall. "Rong Yan?"
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