Mr. Gu, my wife went to the men's department to register for you again.

A few minutes later, Qiao Ruoxing came back.

Tang Xiaoxiao didn't dare to ask the nurse if she had said anything. She just hoped that Aunt He could get through this situation safely.

At this juncture, if something happened to Aunt He, she was afraid that Ah Xing would collapse.

After so many years, in fact, all of them knew that the chance of Aunt He waking up was very slim, but people always have obsessions.

As long as I am still breathing, I feel that there is still hope.

As the saying goes, if parents are here, there is still a way to go in life; if parents go, there is only a way back in life.

No one can accuse Qiao Ruoxing of being a daughter and being obsessed with her mother.

Mo Mingxuan rushed over quickly, about ten minutes after Tang Xiaoxiao hung up the phone.

He hurried to the waiting area with a dusty look on his face.

For a moment, Tang Xiaoxiao felt that this man was much more reliable than that bitch Gu Jingyan. He was really here when something happened.

Ruoxing, how is auntie?

Mo Mingxuan's voice was still breathless, and he probably ran all the way up as soon as he got off the car.

Qiao Ruoxing was stunned when she saw him, and Tang Xiaoxiao quickly explained, When you just signed, Lawyer Bentley-Mo called you and said he had something to tell you. Listen to me, Aunt He is in the operating room, so he came over. .”

Qiao Ruoxing's expression softened slightly and she said softly, Still rescuing, no news yet.

He Yurou's lungs were infected, and what the nurse asked her to sign just now was the consent form for surgery.

Although it was a minimally invasive surgery, it was very dangerous for He Yurou.

The nurse told her that in fact, there was no need to do anything like this in He Yurou's case. Even if he was rescued, there wouldn't be much time left, and insisting on the operation might lead to a loss of both human and financial resources.

But Qiao Ruoxing couldn't bear to say that she was dead.

She couldn't help but watch He Yurou die.

Mo Mingxuan comforted, No news is good news.

Qiao Ruoxing also hopes so, but some things can't come true just because you wish.

Lawyer Mo, what did you call me to talk about?

Mo Mingxuan said, Let's wait until Auntie finishes the operation. There's no rush for now.

Qiao Ruoxing originally wanted to say, if you have something to do, you should leave first.

But then I thought about it, Lawyer Mo was afraid that he would rush over if he knew something was wrong with her, and it would be a bit too unkind to tell others to leave.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The three of them sat in a row, waiting for the doctor in the operating room to pronounce He Yurou's verdict.

After about ten minutes, the lights in the operating room finally went out.

Qiao Ruoxing stood up suddenly.

Tang Xiaoxiao and Mo Mingxuan also stood up immediately.

Immediately, the door of the operating room opened, and medical staff came out one after another.

Qiao Ruoxing's heart was severely pulled. She wanted to step forward, but she didn't dare.

The doctor took off his mask and said with a heavy expression, Let's go in and see him for the last time and say goodbye properly.

Qiao Ruoxing's hand trembled, and her whole body seemed to fall into the abyss.

The sounds in my ears seemed to be far away, and only the doctor's voice rang clearly in my ears.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, he supported Qiao Ruoxing and said hoarsely, Axing, you have to be strong.

Mo Mingxuan's lips moved, and after a while he said, Let's go in and have a look.

Qiao Ruoxing clenched her hands and whispered, I'm fine.

After that, he walked towards the operating room.

He Yurou lay there quietly, with an oxygen mask on her face. No water mist could be seen on the mask, and the number on the instrument next to her also dropped to an extremely low value.

She was so thin that she seemed to blend into the operating bed beneath her.

All this told her that the life of the person on the hospital bed was about to come to an end.

Qiao Ruoxing held her hand.

He Yurou is good at holding a pen, and the knuckle of her middle finger has calluses from holding pens all year round.

When He Yurou was healthy, she was not particularly thin, so her hands still had some flesh. But now, this hand is as skinny as wood, with a thin layer of skin sticking to the frame, and the back of the hand is full of pinholes and bulging blood vessels. , almost cannot match the appearance in memory.

It has been six years and eight months since the car accident, and more than half of her black hair has turned gray.

She pays so much attention to her appearance, probably because she doesn't want to wake up and see herself like this.

Qiao Ruoxing bent down to help He Yurou arrange her hair.

Tang Xiaoxiao watched this scene and couldn't help but choked up. She whispered, Ruoxing, let Auntie go.

Qiao Ruoxing's fingers trembled, and she said hmm softly, and then took off He Yurou's oxygen mask with her own hands.

The numbers on the instrument slowly returned to zero, and then a sharp mechanical chirp emitted.

The nurse stepped forward and said My condolences and slowly covered He Yurou's head with a white cloth.

Then he told Qiao Ruoxing and asked her to go through the procedures as soon as possible in the next two days and take the body away. The location of the hospital morgue was a little tight, so she immediately pushed the body out.

Qiao Ruoxing didn't cry, nor was she hysterical.

She thanked the doctors and nurses, paid the wages to the nurses, and then went to He Yurou's ward to start packing.

She is calm and collected.

After living in the ward for so many years, there is actually not much to pack.

He Yurou was either lying naked on the bed or wearing a hospital gown. There were not even clothes in the ward, only towels and washbasins that were constantly being replaced, as well as piles of Peking Opera tapes on the table and an ancient tape recorder.

Qiao Ruoxing put the tapes neatly into her handbag and was busy as if nothing happened.

The calmer she was, the more anxious Tang Xiaoxiao became. She might as well just cry. She was too calm, so calm that it made people worry.

Ruoxing, don't worry, pack it now, Mo Mingxuan stepped forward and pressed the bag in her hand, and said softly, Sit down and rest for a while, we will help you pack it later.

Tang Xiaoxiao also said, Lawyer Mo is right, Ah Xing, please slow down a little.

Qiao Ruoxing pushed his hand away, lowered her eyes and whispered, I'm fine, Lawyer Mo. I'm afraid I can't talk to you today.

Mo Mingxuan said, It doesn't matter. It's the same thing after you've finished sorting yourself out.

Qiao Ruoxing nodded and thanked her, and then said, It's getting late. You can go back. Just smile and accompany me here.

Mo Mingxuan paused for a moment. Qiao Ruoxing had just lost her mother. Even if the person accompanying her at this time was not Gu Jingyan, it shouldn't be him, an outsider.

He really shouldn't have crossed the line.

Mo Mingxuan's Adam's apple slid and he said softly, I will contact Jingyan as soon as possible. If you need help, please contact me in time. After a pause, he added, Let Auntie be laid to rest as soon as possible.

Qiao Ruoxing said hmm and said nothing more.

Mo Mingxuan was still worried, so he told Tang Xiaoxiao, left his phone number with her, and asked her to help find a funeral home as soon as possible, and to contact him in time if there was any situation.

Tang Xiaoxiao responded repeatedly. As soon as she sent Mo Mingxuan to the door, she heard a crash in the ward. She turned around and her face changed drastically, A Xing!