Stupid cute maid loves to play tricks

Ling Zihao knew that he was at fault for this matter, but he was no longer in the mood to pursue right and wrong. Ling Zihao just wanted to know how his father was doing.

So he quickly asked Zhang Ma: "Zhang Ma, how is Dad?"

From Zhang Ma's expression, it can be seen that Ling's father's condition is not very good, so Zhang Ma replied to him: "Good boy, you should go to the hospital to see your father."

"It's not that you don't know that your father is not in good health. He is getting old now and can't stand the blow." Zhang's mother said earnestly: "Your father is in the hospital. I don't know how the situation is. Your mother Stay with him in the hospital, and you go to the hospital to see your father too."

Ling Zihao felt very uncomfortable, as if being pricked by a needle.

"Go quickly, good boy." Zhang Ma told Ling Zihao, her eyes were full of worry and worry, but she also felt very distressed.

Ling Zihao agreed to Zhang Ma, and immediately put on his coat and went out.

Ling Zihao thought a lot about this journey, it seemed that as long as his father was fine, he could promise Father Ling anything.No matter it is for him, or something that seems extremely difficult to him, he can do it.

As long as... father can get better.He felt that he could actually do anything.

The car drove through the city, shuttled between the streets, and people walked on the road non-stop, and everyone had different expressions on their faces.Ling Zihao thought that the most important thing to him now was his father's life, and he never dared to imagine what it would be like to lose his father.

Ling Zihao didn't dare to think about it.

Ling Zihao came to the hospital, but he suddenly hesitated for a moment. His father's current state was caused by himself.How could he have the face to face his father? Ling Zihao felt that he had no face.

Ling Zihao felt a deep sense of guilt. He sat in his car for a long time, not knowing what he should do.He didn't know how to answer to face his father and mother, he felt guilty in his heart.

"It's all my fault." Ling Zihao hammered his head once, feeling very complicated in his heart.

Ling Zihao sat in the car for a while, and felt that going on like this was really not a good solution, and it couldn't solve any problems.As a man, he should actively solve the things he should do and should solve.

So Ling Zihao got out of the car, and followed the address given by Zhang's mother to find the intensive care unit where his father was.

Ling Zihao saw his mother sitting alone on a hospital bench. The whole hospital was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and was cold, pale and lifeless.Ling Zihao remembered that his mother actually hated such a place the most, and so did his father.In fact, no one in this world would like a hospital, after all, the hospital itself is an unlucky place.

But now in the pale corridors of the hospital, on the cold benches.The mother sat there helplessly and alone, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

This made Ling Zihao feel a little overwhelmed.Ling Zihao didn't know what to do, he even hesitated whether he should go to his mother, although he didn't know whether his mother loved him or not, but no matter what, the two of them were the most important thing by each other's side people.In this case, losing her father should mean losing the whole world to her mother.

Because of this, Ling Zihao blamed himself for all the faults. He thought that perhaps what his mother needs most now is his company.But the mother might blame him, but so what?He is the mother's son, the father's son.

Ling Zihao felt that he should bear all these.

So Ling Zihao walked towards his mother step by step, his steps were so weak and slow for the first time, with legs and feet that he couldn't move, it seemed that he was walking a road that he didn't want to walk in his whole life.But this road looks so short, and the mother's figure is close at hand, but it seems to be separated by something very heavy.Like that, far away.

Time seems to be moving moment by moment, and it seems to be standing still.

It's like a boundless abyss, like a dream from which you can't get out.

Ling Zihao finally approached his mother, but Ling's mother seemed to be like a wooden figure, not aware of Ling Zihao's arrival at all.Of course, Ling Zihao's steps were very light. Even though he was wearing leather shoes, he still didn't make any sound.

Ling Zihao didn't want to disturb his mother.

When Ling Zihao walked into his mother's side, her mother still didn't notice him.There was a light on at the door of the intensive care unit, and the light was so dazzling that it seemed to pierce his heart.

Ling Zihao sat beside his mother and put his hands on her shoulders.

His hands are actually gentle and full of strength. The environment in which he grew up forced him to mature prematurely, so his hands have a deep thickness.

Ling's mother felt her son's hand on her body, and only then did she realize her son's arrival. Ling's mother raised her head and glanced at her son. Only then did Ling Zihao feel the helplessness and sadness in his mother's eyes, which spread to his heart At the same time, it made his heart hurt like a knife. Ling Zihao was afraid of seeing his mother like this.

Ling Zihao couldn't help turning his face away. He looked at his mother and felt pain in his heart.He couldn't maintain the same indifference and cruelty in front of his mother, and he couldn't just watch his mother bear these things alone.

Ling Zihao felt that all this was his own fault.

Mother Ling didn't seem to be aware of her son's escaping mentality, she just looked at her son with a pair of demented eyes, and then said to her son in a dissociated voice: "Zihao, are you here?"

Ling Zihao felt a little angry.

Ling Zihao had no choice but to nod to his mother, put his hands on his mother's shoulders, closed his eyes tightly, and tried his best to make his voice as gentle as possible: "Mom, how is Dad?"

Ling's mother looked at the closed door, and said to Ling Zihao, her voice was still a little dazed and blurred: "Is your father still inside?"

"I don't know what to do." Mother Ling then added.In fact, her will is very clear, but when she saw her son, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"En." Ling Zihao didn't know what to say, so he sat beside his mother and stayed with her.He felt that in this way, his mother would feel a little bit more secure.

He hopes that he can give his mother a kind of strength and make her feel stable.

Ling Zihao looked at his mother's exhausted appearance, but Ling's mother sat there energetically.Ling Zihao felt a pain in his heart for a while. He felt that he was responsible for causing his father to go to the hospital because of him, and causing his mother to be so worried.

Ling Zihao couldn't help but said to his mother, using the most gentle voice in his life.There was no rebuttal, let alone any quarrel.

"Mom, go inside and rest for a while." Ling Zihao supported his mother's shoulders and greeted, "I'll take care of things here."

Ling's mother just glanced at Ling Zihao, and there was a sense of doubt in her eyes, which made Ling Zihao panic.

Mother Ling rejected her son: "Zihao, Mom is not tired. Mom is here, waiting for your father to come out."

Ling Zihao had no choice but to let his mother wait there, but he couldn't do anything.

Ling Zihao also knew that although his mother never really loved his father, in his mother's heart, his father was always the most important person.Even if you don't love each other, you can be the most important person in each other's life.

Ling Zihao thought so.Parents have already regarded each other as the closest person, even if it may not be the most beloved person, but it should be the most important person between each other.

Ling Zihao looked at his mother, and the time ticked by every minute.However, the time seemed so long. During this long but short time, Ling Zihao thought about many problems.

Finally, the door of the intensive care unit opened, and a nurse in a white coat came out. Ling Zihao quickly stood up and asked, "What's the matter with the patients inside?"

Mother Ling also dragged her inconvenient body and stood up tremblingly, and walked tremblingly.Ling Zihao supported his mother, looked at her, tears were about to flow down.

But the nurse looked very indifferent. Holding a booklet, she hurriedly said to Ling Zihao: "We are still being rescued, please don't worry the patient's family."

"Of course we will notify you as soon as the results come out."

The female nurse left in a hurry after leaving such a sentence, without giving Ling Zihao and Ling Mu a chance to say another word.

Then another female nurse came in.

Time passed for a long time, so long that Ling Zihao felt that it was longer than a century.

Mother Ling has been sitting quietly, without saying a word.This is something that scares Ling Zihao even more. He would rather his mother scold him, or even beat him up.Just like when Ling Zihao made a mistake when he was a child, Ling's mother took a wooden ruler to slap his palm. Although it hurts, Ling Zihao won't feel scared.

But now the mother is silent.What Ling Zihao felt was that he was extremely flustered.

After a long time, the door of the intensive care unit was opened again, and Ling Zihao walked forward with his mother.This time it was the mother who spoke, and in front of her was a doctor in a white coat.

"Doctor, my husband...how is he?"

The doctor's expression looked like he let out a sigh of relief, but he said to Ling's mother with certainty: "It's nothing serious, it has been rescued."

"But the patient is still a little comatose now, but don't worry, he will wake up in about two hours."

Ling Zihao felt that his mother was holding his hand tightly and suddenly relaxed.If it wasn't for Ling Zihao holding her hand and supporting her, she would have passed out in the corridor of the hospital.

Ling Zihao regained his composure and comforted his mother, "Okay, Mom, it's okay. Dad, he's okay."

Only then did Ling's mother feel relieved, then looked at her son, and said word by word: "I'm relieved now."

Then the doctor looked at Ling Zihao and asked, "Are you the patient's son?"

Ling Zihao nodded.

The doctor said to Ling Zihao again: "Alright then, come with me."

Ling Zihao glanced at his mother, who beckoned him to go.Then Ling Zihao squeezed out a reassuring smile and said to his mother: "Mom, don't worry."

"I'm going first, I'll be right back."

Mother Ling nodded, expressing her promise to her son.

Ling Zihao followed the doctor to another room, and Ling's mother followed Ling's father who was pushed out to another ward.

Father Ling's face was pale, he was wearing a breathing mask, and his eyes were closed tightly.He was no longer as serious and tall as before, and looked weak and sick. This appearance made Ling's mother vaguely feel a little strange.You must know that just a second ago, he was still watching TV in the living room at home, and taught his son a lesson. He was full of energy like that.

"You must be safe." Ling's mother said silently in her heart.

Ling Zihao followed the doctor to the doctor's office. The doctor looked at Ling Zihao and asked, "Are you the patient's son?"

Ling Zihao nodded, and then asked, "Doctor, how is my father?"

No matter what time it is, Ling Zihao will not lose his original politeness and etiquette.