Chapter 69

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Lin knocked on the door of V306 ward on time.

To his surprise, the ward was quiet, with only a middle-aged man looking after the patient.

Dr. Lin has worked in this hospital for three years, and was transferred to the V area of the inpatient department at the beginning of this year because of staff transfer.

At first, he was still a little nervous when he was in ward round. Area V, also known as VIP area, could be arranged here for patients who were rich or expensive, and their status was always superior to others.

For the first few days, his breath was on the screen when he came in.

Later, he slowly found that in the face of birth, aging and death, anyone is the same.

Death will never be delayed by how much money you have.

Area V is quieter than other districts. In addition to the small number of patients, patients and their families are more educated and will not yell in hospitals.

Dr. Lin remembered that after the patient in room 306 had been sent yesterday, many relatives came intermittently, each with an anxious expression on his face, but he restrained himself very well.

When they learned that the patient was out of danger, most of them were relieved and very polite to thank the doctor.

Dr. Lin thought that he would see many relatives during his rounds, but only uncle Zhong stayed in the room.

He wrote down the patient's name on the ward round record and asked, "are you alone?"

Uncle Zhong nodded: "the doctor said to take a rest, so all the people who came to visit were stopped. I was left here to take care of him."

Dr. Lin gave him a smile: "it's hard for you."

"No hard work." "Uncle Zhong shook his head," also asked for care, really let me control the matter is not much. "

Dr. Lin then asked Uncle Zhong a few words about the patient's condition and wrote them down one by one.

Perhaps because the ward was too quiet, Dr. Lin even closed the door lightly when he left.

There is a corner in the corridor, and then the elevator area. When turning the corner, Dr. Lin ran into a young man.

He left in a hurry, with a suitcase in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, as if he were calling someone.

When Dr. Lin approached, he could see his side face clearly. Although half of it was covered by his elbow, it did not hinder the amazing feeling of his exposed place.

"Well, I'm in the hospital. Didn't you say you'd be safe? Didn't disturb you... "

He didn't know what he said. Dr. Lin saw that he didn't obviously smile, but his worries still remained.

He seemed to be a bit out of his mind. When he passed by Dr. Lin, the pole of the trunk hit Dr. Lin's arm.

Stunned for a few seconds, he quickly turned to apologize to Dr. Lin.

Dr. Lin waved his hand and said he didn't mind. Then he dragged the suitcase and explained to the person on the other end of the phone: "I didn't have an accident. I just ran into someone in the corridor..."

The voice was getting quieter and quieter. He stopped somewhere and pushed the door of 306 ward open.

After opening the door, Xie Ning was stunned for a long time.

He carefully put the suitcase aside, as if Xie was just sleeping. He was afraid that the noise would wake him up.

Then he slowly walked to the hospital bed, squatted down and held the hand of Xie.

Xie's face was very pale, his cheeks were sunken in, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of wrinkles. His eyes were closed and he was lying quietly on the bed with various medical catheters on his body.

Xie Ning blinked and held back the tears.

One hand of Mr. Xie is in infusion, and the other is held by Xie Ning. The old man's hand is cold. In the past, he was afraid of getting cold to Xie Ning, so he always asked him to hold it for a while and find an excuse to release it.

Now, Xie Ning held it for a long time, and the old man didn't react.

Xie Ning suddenly found that Xie's hair was a piece of silver.

Uncle Zhong poured him a cup of warm water. Seeing him squatting in front of the hospital bed, he moved a chair.

Xie Ning sat down in silence. After a long time, he turned to see Uncle Zhong and asked, "what does the doctor say? What's going on, granddad

In fact, uncle Zhong has told him several times on the phone and told Zhuang Yan about his illness. However, Xie Ning didn't remember any of those words. The only thing that was imprinted on his mind was that "master Xie is all right.".

Or, he just needs someone to tell him this repeatedly, so as to dilute his initial fear that he was sent to the hospital.

"It's a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

Xie Ning heart sharp jump, the empty hand involuntarily clenched.

Uncle Zhong then said: "we have done craniotomy. The doctor said that the operation was very successful, and the specific situation needs to be observed for a while."

Xie Ning digested uncle Zhong's words with difficulty for a while. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice slightly faltered: "how could So suddenly? "

"I didn't take good care of the old man." Uncle Zhong's voice dropped. "When I go down the stairs, I should support him every step of the way."

Chenin moved his lips and did not speak.He knew that he should comfort uncle Zhong. After all, he could not blame him for this. Even if he was a son, he could not take care of everything.

But now it's his grandfather lying in the hospital bed.

"When will you wake up?" Xie Ning looked at him quietly for a while and asked again.

"I don't know." Uncle Zhong shook his head, "it depends on the recovery after the operation."

Xie Ning was afraid to think, can never wake up?

Clearly know that the possibility is very small, but as long as there is such a small possibility, Xie Ning can not stop being afraid.

When was the last time he saw Mr. Xie?

It was like his birthday party. The old man was very happy and seemed to be in good spirits. He was quite different from his weak appearance lying in bed at this time.

Xie Ning was stunned and said: "although my grandfather's health is not good, I never thought he would fall down so suddenly. There is no omen Why is it like this

Uncle Zhong hesitated for a moment, as if in the organization of words, the room was quiet for a few seconds, and his voice of sigh sounded.

"In fact, the old man I'm not very well all the time. Before that, I was sleepy, had a headache and occasionally vomited. Last month, I was in a coma twice and called a family doctor

Xie Ning suddenly looked up at him: "why don't you tell me."

"I'm afraid you'll worry." Uncle Zhong bowed his head deeply, "every time you go to the courtyard, the old man has to prepare for a long time in advance, trying to make himself look more energetic, so that you don't notice the clues."

Xie Ning's eyes suddenly sour, he slowly turned his head and looked at Xie's face. After a while, his sight gradually became blurred and water mist floated in front of him.

He moved his wrist and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. It took him a long time to bury his head in his arm.

Uncle Zhong suddenly remembered that he had asked Mr. Xie before. It would be worse for him to keep such a secret from Xie Ning.

At that time, Mr. Xie sighed and said, "Ning Ning has grown up. He has his own life to live. I can't be his burden and confine him here."

At that time, uncle Zhong only thought that if Xie Ning knew later, he would not be happy.

But now he found that Xie Ning is more self blame.

Self blame why he found so late, self blame why he did not in the most critical time to stay in the side of master Xie.

This pair of grandsons and grandsons always express their love for each other in their own way.

After that, no matter what uncle Zhong advised him, Xie Ning seemed to be rooted in his bed and did not move.

When the dinner was delivered, Zhong Shula went to eat: "I have to eat a little whatever."

Xie Ning said nothing but shook his head.

"The old man doesn't want you to be like this." Uncle Zhong said.

However, Xie Ning still did not speak. He seemed to have isolated himself from the master Xie in a special space. No one was allowed to break in. He heard or seemed not to hear the voice of the outside world.

He didn't dare to leave him, for fear that he would be sad if he didn't wake up and see him.

I'm afraid Mr. Xie will never wake up.

He didn't sleep well last night. He closed his eyes on the plane and had several dreams intermittently.

In my dream, uncle Zhong said painfully that you are late.

You didn't see the last face of the old man.

He suddenly woke up, cold sweat fell down, turned his head, saw a vast expanse of the window.

Later, he did not dare to close his eyes, for fear that once he fell into the dark, the whole person would start to get cold.

The phone suddenly vibrated twice.

Xie Ning was startled. He was stunned for a long time, then slowly took out his mobile phone.

It's from Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan: I'm finished here. Do you remember having dinner?

Xie Ning drooped his eyes, looked at the mobile phone screen for a while, then turned to see Uncle Zhong: "where's my dinner?"

Uncle Zhong was a little confused for a moment. He didn't understand why he suddenly had to eat again.

But he was willing to eat. Uncle Zhong quickly took out the food box and set it for him.

Even though uncle Zhong ordered people to buy his favorite dishes, he still had no appetite at all.

Uncle Zhong thought he was finally back to normal, and watched him slowly finish his dinner.

After the box was empty, he took a picture of the leftovers with his mobile phone and sent it to Zhuang Yan.

Xie Ning: good.

Zhuang Yan came back with a smile and then made a phone call.

"I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to answer, so I only sent a short message." Zhuang Yan's voice came from afar.

At the moment of hearing his voice, Xie Ning somehow suddenly wanted to cry again.

"Just finished eating." He gave a low answer.

Zhuang Yan asked, "how is your grandfather?"

"It's OK." Xie Ning was stunned and said that when he said this, he suddenly had a sense of security, so he repeated several times, "it's all right."His voice was a little hoarse, and he felt a bit choked when he spoke. Zhuang Yan judged that he might have cried again or was still crying.

He's a little powerless at the moment.

After such a long distance, he found that language is the most useless.

He couldn't hold shenin in his arms, wipe away the tears on his face, or bow his head and kiss him to comfort him.

He could only say some rambling words, hoping that Xie Ning would be happy and relaxed after hearing it.

He didn't even see his voice when he heard it.

After chatting for a while, Xie Ning finally hung up.

Zhuang Yan listened to the busy tone on the phone. After several seconds, he slowly took back his mobile phone.

He went back to the studio, gestured to the staff and said, "the break is over, get ready for the next scene. I have to work hard these days, and I'll finish the later plays first. "

On the other side, Xie Ning's hand against the stomach, only felt that there was something in his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.

Then he ran to the bathroom in Uncle Zhong's worried eyes and vomited the dinner he had just had.