Capture Love Alive: The Story of the Lengao Boss Chasing His Wife

Chapter 225: Life and Death (Part [-])
"Ma'am, the patient's heart rate has stopped beating, she is dead..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Ye Wu bared her eyes, "She's not dead, her body is still hot, who said she's dead? She's clearly still alive! You're a doctor, don't you want to save yourself?"

"You quacks, executioners!"

"Please, save my mother, she is really, really alive..."

"Ye Wu!" When Lu Yanshu came, he was startled by the chaotic scene, walked through the crowd, and supported her worriedly.

"Lu Yanshu? You came just in time, come on, show it to my mother." Ye Wu seemed to grasp the last straw, these doctors refused to save him, and him!He is a doctor, and he will definitely save my mother.

"Okay, I'll help you." He agreed, but the moment Ye Wu turned around, he shot her neatly and knocked her out.

The petite body fell into his arms, faintly, she seemed to hear a voice full of guilt and self-blame.

"sorry."

After the commotion ended, Lu Yanshu walked into the operating room with the sleeping woman in his arms, "Uncle, let me take you out."

"No, no." Father Ye clutched his chest tightly, his face turned green and pale.

He wants to spend more time with her and see her more.

Just as Lu Yanshu noticed that something was wrong with his face, Papa Ye's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

"Doctor—" he exclaimed, his expression suddenly changed.

An hour later, Father Ye, who had relapsed high blood pressure, was successfully rescued and sent to the inpatient department for observation, while Ye Wu was admitted to the ward next door. Lu Yanshu completed all the necessary procedures by himself, holding the thin stack of papers , Push the door and enter the house.

She lay quietly on the bed, her face was pale, even in her dream, her brows were still tightly locked.

she is sad...

The tip of his heart trembled fiercely, he walked lightly to the edge of the bed, reached out his hand to wipe away the crystal tears that fell unconsciously from the corners of her eyes, the warm tears stung his fingers, as if he had touched something frightening, he snapped his fingers She took it back, her expression was a bit complicated and difficult to distinguish, like worry, like pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed moved his fingers lightly.

Lu Yanshu did not miss the minute movements, "Ye Wu?"

Ye Wu opened her eyes tremblingly, and the dazzling white came into view. It took a few minutes for her chaotic brain to barely regain its sense of clarity.

She rolled her eyes and struggled to prop herself up from the head of the bed.

"Don't move, I'll help you." Lu Yanshu bent down to support her weak body, but she grabbed her arm tightly.

"Where's my mother? She's still alive, right?" She asked hoarsely, her eyes filled with a fragile light of prayer.

What car accident, what death, all are fake!Just a nightmare she had!
Lu Yanshu couldn't bear to turn his head away, how could he have the heart to expose her self-deception with her appearance of breaking down at any time?

"Speak up." His silence made Ye Wu's uneasiness even greater. She stared at him stubbornly, with a layer of steam in her eyes.

"Ye Wu, Auntie won't want to see you like this." He persuaded softly.

"My mother, she really..." She couldn't ask the rest of the words, her heart felt like it was about to burst, and it hurt so badly.

Lu Yanshu closed his eyes weakly and nodded.

The last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly crushed, and the fingers holding his arm seemed to have lost all strength at this second, Ye Wu suddenly let go, and her arm slammed on the edge of the bed with a slap.

not a dream...

All this is true.

Mom, she died, on the operating table.

And she didn't even see her for the last time.

"Slap." Tears splashed on the back of her hands, her glasses widened, and a buzzing sound lingered in her mind. Every time her heart beat, it was accompanied by severe pain like a knife.

"Ye Wu, if I'm here, I'll stay with you." Lu Yanshu gently held her tight cheeks, bent down, and looked into her empty, dull eyes, "You still have me .”

Ye Wu remained silent, her whole heart seemed to be thrown into an ice cellar, or thrown into a raging fire, being tormented and tortured over and over again.

She doesn't have a mother anymore.

From today, she no longer has a mother.

no no!
She touched her mother's body, her body was hot, she was still alive, how could she die?She doesn't believe it!Don't believe a word!
"I want to see her." The woman's thin voice seemed to be slowly falling from the clouds.

"But your current situation is not suitable..." Her emotions, body, and other aspects are not suitable to see Ye Ma. He dare not imagine that when she saw Ye Ma's body in the morgue, she would become what kind.

"I will never believe it if I haven't seen my mother's body, never!" She said stubbornly, pushing away the man in front of her, dragging her weak body, trying to get out of bed.

Lu Yanshu couldn't resist her, so he could only agree to take her there.

After borrowing a wheelchair from the nurse, she pushed her out of the ward and walked towards the morgue.

The dark corridor, with no end in sight, looks like a passage leading directly to hell.

Lu Yanshu is negotiating with the guard on duty in the guard room, revealing his identity, and wants to see the corpse temporarily stored in the hospital.

Ye Wu, however, seemed to be tempted, turning the wheelchair, step by step into the darkness ahead, the wheels and the floor tiles creaked lightly, in this quiet space, she looked so lonely and so gloomy.

The sign engraved with the words "mortuary" was hung beside the closed door, with a sharp and cold light on the silver-white edge.

She raised her arm slowly, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it slightly.

"Hey, why did you open the door without authorization?" The guard hurried over with the key, not very happy with Ye Wu's private behavior.

She didn't say anything, and all she could see was this dark room full of cold air, and the iron boxes standing against the wall.

The blood seemed to be frozen in this second, so cold, is her mother also so cold?

Her lips and teeth trembled slightly, her face was almost transparent, her body was stiff in the wheelchair, but her soul drifted away to nowhere.

"Are you Zhang Xiulan's family member? Wait a moment." The guard was still considerate of the feelings of a family member. After a brief complaint, he found Ye Ma's body from countless iron boxes according to the registered information and number. that box.

With a bang, the iron box was ruthlessly opened, and a gust of cold air rushed towards the face.

Ye Wu shuddered unconsciously, and subconsciously looked up at the opened iron box in front of her. The black cloth bag was lying quietly inside, her pupils constricted suddenly, she hardly had the courage to approach, and she tightly clenched the armrest of the wheelchair with her palms. The finger bones were so hard that they almost turned white, as if they were about to crush the armrest.

"Ye Wu, don't look, let's go back." Lu Yanshu stood beside her and said in a low voice.

How cruel is it for her to witness the death of her family members?
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of pain crossed his brows.

"No, I want to see it." Ye Wu suddenly recovered.

"Okay." His voice was low and hoarse, even a little choked.

Pushing her close to the iron box, she leaned on the armrest to stand up and get closer.

Lu Yanshu hurriedly supported her, but Ye Wu avoided her.

She stubbornly wanted to do it alone.

Lu Yanshu's arm suddenly stopped in the air, and he put it down stiffly.

Ye Wu's precarious body staggered and stood upright, her legs standing on the ground kept trembling, she stared at the black cloth bag in the iron box, just looking at it, looking at it.

The stiff fingers approached the zipper on the cloth bag little by little, and as soon as the fingertips touched it, they seemed to be stung by the needle-like coolness, and they retracted unconsciously.

After a long time, Ye Wu stretched out her hand again, and as if she had exhausted all her strength, she tore open the zipper suddenly.

The cloth bag that wrapped the corpse opened with a clang, revealing the figure that was sleeping peacefully inside and would never wake up again.

Ye Wu's dilated pupils shot out a dark light that was almost desperate in an instant.

How could she forget this face?

This is the face she has seen countless times since she was a child.

"Mom...why did this happen? Why! Why!!" Tears choked her throat, she questioned and yelled loudly over and over again, but the person who could answer her was still lying quietly , motionless.

No matter how she shouted or how sad she was, she never got a single response from Ye Ma.

……

Ye Wu was ill. Ever since she saw Ye Ma's body with her own eyes in the morgue that day, she had repeatedly developed a high fever. In the desolate ward, a thin and haggard woman lay quietly on the hospital bed, under the white quilt. , the back of her hand, whose blood vessel was punctured by the slender needle, was bathed in the halo of the warm sun, making her fair skin pale and transparent.

In the dream, she returned to her childhood, carrying a schoolbag and returning home from school, being greeted warmly by her parents, asking over and over again if she was tired.

She saw her young self sitting around the dining table with her young parents, talking about schoolwork and trivial matters.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the scene in front of her, but suddenly, all the figures disappeared, and she was the only one left in the huge family, no father, no mother, only her.

(End of this chapter)