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Chapter 228 Broken and Reborn (2)

"Reminiscent of Gongjin's time, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and she was majestic."

Life is like a drama, drama is like life.

In old age, physical strength gradually weakens, and it is inevitable to miss the youthful years, especially before the sick bed, it is more likely to have hallucinations.

In his life, in the eyes of others, Mr. Zhu was a talented young man with a smooth career. He had three sons and a daughter, all of whom were up to the task.

However, on the auspicious day of the big wedding of the eldest son Bo Yuan, who has worked hard all his life, hated evil like a hatred, and knows how to protect his life, he received the worst news:
The heavy blow of one death and one injury of the two sons, as well as the real murderous forces hidden behind the scenes, wiped out the achievements of life's struggle in an instant.

His upper lip trembled slightly, and his voice was as soft as the wind passing through the door.

In this desolate evening, in a series of dreams, he repeatedly came across some fragments of his youth.

That woman, that child, has had nothing to do with him for many years
However, why did the suffocating longing appear in the dream——
"I am a passerby, a passerby, she does not belong to me."

At 05:30 in the afternoon, he struggled to wake up in the hospital. The past events that emerged in his dreams, one after another, intermittently, like snow melting under the eaves on a sunny day, hit his heart bit by bit.

At this time, there were only him and his daughter in the ward.

After Qin Feng sent Mr. Zhu here before, he was penniless and could not see a doctor.

Fortunately, soon after Qijiang and Juanjuan traveled far away, Mrs. Zhu came together to complete the hospitalization.

Seeing that the clothes on his body were hotel staff uniforms, Xing Yuan generously rewarded him with five silver dollars, which was regarded as a reward for his father's timely medical treatment.

Qi Jiang immediately took a few banknotes and thanked him again and again.

They didn't charge money for helping others, but they were too determined, and Juanjuan didn't come to explain. They just lay on the bedside of his father and cried, which made Qin Feng very embarrassed.

He didn't want to explain anything, so he collected the money first, took advantage of Qijiang and Xingyuan to go to work, and then quietly stuffed the money into Zhu Juanjuan's leather bag hanging on the wall, and then left in peace.

Zhu Juanjuan was by his father's side, and saw him half-sitting and leaning on the pillow, his face was pale, his breathing was weak, but there was some light in his eyes.

"dad---"

She thoughtfully arranged the bedding for her father, "The doctor told me that you can go home after half a month of rest. I will ask for leave from school tomorrow morning and come to take care of you every day."

Mr. Zhu shook his head, raised his hand to cover his chest, and coughed hard, unable to speak.

Juanjuan saw that her father's complexion was worse than before, but there seemed to be a thousand words to say in his eyes. She looked at the door and asked softly, "Dad, I'll call the nurse and give you medicine later, okay?" ?”

Silence answered her.

At this time, Qijiang drove Xingyuan and Mrs. Zhu to identify the corpse at the scene of the accident, and they were arranging for the whole family to set up a coffin, buy funeral necessities, and hurriedly deal with the funeral of their second son Dingyuan.

According to the plan of the planner behind the scenes, it is very likely that a tragedy of killing three birds with one stone will be staged.

Thanks to seeing Chris on the way, Xingyuan deserted and got out of the car early and saved his life. Like his second brother Dingyuan, he was shot to death first and then burned down by gasoline and others.

Mr. Zhu came back from the dream, thinking of the situation of the family separated from Yin and Yang, his heart was tearing with pain, and he coughed up several lines of tears in one breath.

If you don't say some things, you probably won't have a chance to say them.

And his youngest daughter, Zhu Juanjuan, is the only one he can trust to confide in this world for many years——
It seemed that he had gathered his strength for a long time. Panting, he grabbed his daughter's hand on the bedside:

"Juanjuan, you always knew about Qilan's whereabouts, but you didn't dare tell me, did you?"

She felt the back and palm of her hand being tightly held by her father's cold hand.

"Father, he's still safe, and he's grown a lot taller than he was during the Mid-Autumn Festival. He has a job and can support himself."

Zhu Juanjuan still didn't dare to tell Qilan's situation in detail, she was afraid that the walls would have ears.

Unexpectedly, my father suddenly raised his voice slightly, and continued to ask:
"Oh where does he live? Is it safe?"

"Well," she nodded, "the ward is not your home, shall we not talk about it?"

Father didn't speak any more, but held her hand even tighter, and a few hot tears flowed down like raindrops on the back of his hand.

Juanjuan saw a stream of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and hastily freed up his other hand to wipe it with a handkerchief.

The blood stained the handkerchief a few balls of bright red, which made her body feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar—
"Dad, hold on, I'll call the nurse right away!"

"I just want to see Xiaolan"

Looking at his daughter, Mr. Zhu burst into tears again, "I have a lot to say to him."

Juan Juan's consciousness was in chaos, she could never remember how she walked step by step from the ward to the operating room.

Until Bo Yuan's operation was over, she finally saw Zhang Wenxuan walking behind the two foreign doctors with her legs black and blue.

"Doctor, is my elder brother okay?"

"It's not that good. There's another operation tomorrow. I just took out one bullet tonight, and I still have four left."

Seeing her haggard look, Zhang Wenxuan couldn't bear to tell her that Boyuan's operation was not complete, the bleeding failed to stop, and he might die of hemorrhage at any time.

"Doctor Zhang, my father wants to see Xiaolan, please help and tell me where he is."

Qilan and Juanjuan had told about Zhang Wenxuan's kindness; Qilan had also told this upright elder brother about Juanjuan's sister-like care.

But he also knew that Qilan's situation was dangerous, so he didn't dare to agree rashly.

"I'll check on your father's condition. If it's not very good, he may need an injection at night."

Juanjuan followed him back to his father's ward in chaotic footsteps.

At this time, Mr. Zhu was curled up on the bed with his head covered by a snow-white quilt, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhang Wenxuan's heart tightened, he walked quickly to the bed, and called softly:

"Mr. Zhu, wake up, I'm here to make rounds!"

Mr. Zhu moved when he heard the shout, and pulled down the corner of the quilt, but he couldn't sit up with his hands up.

Juanjuan was about to help him, but Wenxuan said, "Just lie on your side like this, it's good for your heart."

Mr. Zhu looked at his daughter, and there was hope in his eyes again, "Is Xiao Lan coming?"

Zhang Wenxuan felt sad when he heard it, and he couldn't help sighing heavily when he thought of his father who had passed away.

He raised his eyes and looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping at close range. He took a step closer and whispered in Mr. Zhu's ear, "Right now."

Then he walked out quickly and brought Gu Qilan over as fast as he could.

Qilan thought it was just an ordinary visit, but remembering Zhu Juanjuan's kindness to him, he closed the curtains sensiblely when he came in, fearing that the patient would catch a cold from the wind.

Mr. Zhu saw a tall and straight boy coming to the bed, and knew who it was.

Those eyebrows are exactly the same as his mother's.

So regardless of the pain in his heart, he panted and struggled with all his strength and said, "Xiaolan, hello"

Qilan saw that he became very emotional, out of politeness and respect for the elders, she hurriedly knelt down to the bed and held his hand.

Mr. Zhu held Qilan's hand firmly and refused to let go, which made Zhu Juanjuan very puzzled.

Qilan was also very surprised, and wanted to say a few words to this gentleman who had never met before, but got stuck on the address:
He suddenly discovered that talking to the other party turned out to be the most difficult thing in the world: In such a situation, I really couldn't think of what to call Mr. Zhu properly: Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be younger than Mr. Gu, but Mr. Zhu Juanjuan, the youngest daughter of the family, is also 8 years older than herself.

And Mr. Zhu didn't seem to care about Qilan's silence, so he gathered a lot of energy and said desperately:

"Son. I have your mother's things in my study."

He raised his eyes and looked at his daughter, "Be kind to Xiaolan, like a brother and sister."

After he finished the last sentence in full, his head suddenly fell back, and his body fell on the side of the bed.

Qilan felt a little bit of warmth in his hand, and then it was as cold as ice.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Zhu Juanjuan knelt down on her knees and burst into tears.

Qilan was so shocked physically and mentally by the crying, in a trance, his tears also fell down, and he lay beside Zhu Juanjuan beside the bed and shouted:
"Uncle! I should have come to see you long ago."

Zhang Wenxuan rushed over and tried his best to rescue him.

The years of practicing medicine are not very long, and I am used to seeing life and death.

However, Mr. Zhu's sudden departure caught Zhang Wenxuan by surprise.

The heart attack was not very serious, but his mood fluctuated greatly within a day, which was a fatal blow to Mr. Zhu.

As a bystander, Wenxuan saw an intriguing detail: when Mr. Zhu left, he still did not let go of Qilan's hand.

And when Qilan called him, those teary eyes finally closed slowly, as if he had completed a matter of his heart.

(End of this chapter)