The president of a wealthy family imprisoned the wild bride

Sure enough, as soon as Li Jie got on the phone, Gu Meng spoke first.

"Li Jie, can you arrange for Dr. Su to operate on Zhao Qi's mother as soon as possible?"

"Don't worry, what's wrong with her?"

"The brain tumor has deteriorated and needs to be removed." Gu Meng explained: "Dr. Su is an expert in neurology, and having him perform the surgery will greatly increase the success rate of the operation."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Seeing that Li Jie agreed, Gu Meng heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qi on the side asked nervously: "How is it? What did Young Master Li say?"

"Brother Qi, don't worry, he promised to help." Gu Meng was very relieved of Li Jie's efficiency.

Dr. Su was attending the International Medical Summit Forum in Singapore, and Li Jie arranged a special plane to bring him back to China overnight.

Gu Meng stayed with Zhao Qi overnight in the hospital, and his condition was very bad.

Not only did he have multiple traumas on his body, what was worse was that his mental state was also very poor.

In the early morning, Zhao Qi's mother was pushed into the operating room.

The alarm clock on the wall was ticking, the empty corridor was too quiet, Zhao Qi was waiting outside, and the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified.

The operation lasted eight hours, and Dr. Su came out first after the lights in the operating room went out.

He took off the medical surgical mask, took a deep breath, and said to Zhao Qi: "Sorry, we have tried our best."

Hearing this, Zhao Qi finally couldn't hold back any longer, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

He muttered to himself, "How could this be? It was fine before."

Dr. Su flew back to Yuncheng overnight, and then rushed back to the hospital non-stop to perform surgery on Zhao Qi's mother, spinning around for 24 hours.

However, there is still no way to recover.

He looked very tired, and was about to turn around and leave when Zhao Qi hugged his thigh suddenly.

"Doctor Su, I beg you, save my mother, she is my only relative."

Zhao Qi begged with red eyes, and Dr. Su said helplessly, "I'm sorry."

Gu Meng hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him away: "Brother Qi, don't do this."

After sending Zhao Qi's mother back to the ward, Gu Meng retreated outside the door and waited.

This may be their last time alone with mother and son.

Zhao Qi waited several hours in front of the hospital bed before his mother woke up.

The effect of the anesthetic wore off, and the pain struck again, and Zhao's mother lay dying on the hospital bed.

Because of the craniotomy, all her hair was shaved, and the long surgical scar on the top of her head was wrapped in gauze.

Suffering from illness for many years, her face was pale and bloodless.

Even though she is less than 50 years old, she looks like an old woman in her 60s.

Zhao Qi stretched out his hand to hold his mother's hand. The whole body of the oil-burning lamp was icy cold, without a trace of warmth.

Zhao Qi breathed out on his mother's hand and kept stroking it back and forth, but it was useless, as her mother's hand was still cold.

Her wrists were thinner than before, skinny.

Zhao Qi's tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, and he tried his best to hold back, not letting himself cry out.

Zhao's mother saw the injury on her son's face, and asked worriedly: "Aqi, did you fight with someone?"

"No." Zhao Qi hastily denied, "During the performance, I accidentally fell off the stage."

He lied, he didn't want his mother to worry.

"Hey." Mother Zhao sighed: "You will be alone from now on, so take care of yourself."

"Mom, don't leave me behind." Zhao Qi said with a sob.

Mother Zhao looked at her son calmly: "Aqi, don't be sad, mom is going to see your dad."

Zhao Qi pressed his mother's palm to his face, shook his head and did not want to let her go.

"Aqi, mom has already figured it out, no matter you like men or women, as long as you really love each other, mom will bless you in heaven."

Zhao Qi's sexual orientation has always been a barrier between mother and child.

Now that she was dying, she finally untied this knot in her heart.

Zhao's mother is very traditional. At first, she found that her son liked men, and she strongly opposed it. She often sulked and even aggravated his illness.

"Mom, my son is unfilial, I'm sorry!" Zhao Qi has always felt guilty about this incident.

Zhao's mother shook her head, the wound was very painful, but she seemed to be numb and less and less sensitive to pain.

"Mom is tired and wants to rest." When she said this, her consciousness had already begun to blur.

"Mom, mom, mom..." Zhao Qi yelled loudly, fearing that her mother would never wake up after falling asleep.

Mother Zhao's eyes opened for a while and closed for a while.

At first, she could reluctantly agree a few times, but later, no matter how Zhao Qi called her, she never said a word.

Slowly, Zhao Qi seemed to realize that her mother was really leaving her.

Zhao Qi's father died in a car accident when he was very young, and his mother raised him alone.

Relatives and friends all advised my mother to remarry as soon as possible, but she refused.

Zhao Qi has lost her father, and she can't bear to let her poor son watch her reorganize the family.

In order to bring up her son, she did all kinds of dirty work.

Work as a female worker in the factory, wash dishes in the restaurant, work as a cleaner in the school, give massages in the foot washing city...

Zhao Qi remembers that on New Year's Eve in his sophomore year, his mother came to do housekeeping with a red bucket full of cleaning tools.

While cleaning, the family's toilet suddenly became clogged, and the master couldn't come to deal with it for the New Year's Eve.

In order to earn an extra 50 yuan, my mother offered to help clear the toilet.

Zhao Qi cooked a New Year's Eve dinner at home, and the dishes were completely cold when her mother came back.

When Zhao Qi saw that his mother was all dirty and smelled like a stench, his heart felt like a knife was twisting.

Later, he was admitted to the Conservatory of Music, and his major was very expensive.

Knowing that he likes to play music, his mother was very supportive and would rather work two jobs to support him in school.

When he was in his senior year, his mother fell ill and had a tumor in his brain. He always felt that his mother was sick because of being too tired.

Seeing her mother lying on the hospital bed hanging her breath, breathing more and more difficult, Zhao Qi felt extremely tormented.

He knew that his mother had been suffering from illness for many years, and leaving was actually a relief for her.

Why did he hate himself for not coming out to make money earlier?

If he had helped his mother share some of the burden, wouldn't she have been so tired that she fell ill?

In the evening, Zhao Qi's mother breathed her last breath.

Gu Meng heard Zhao Qi crying in the ward outside the door, and knew that his mother had left.

Gu Meng still didn't go in to disturb him, and let Zhao Qi vent to his heart's content inside alone.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Qi was a little surprised to see Gu Meng when he came out, he didn't expect that she was still guarding outside the ward!

Zhao Qi asked, "Why are you still here?"

"Brother Qi, if you need my help, just ask." Gu Meng was worried about Zhao Qi, afraid that he would not be able to handle it alone.

Zhao Qi shook his head, Gu Meng had already helped him a lot, and he didn't want to bother her anymore.

"Brother Qi, my condolences."

Gu Meng's words caused Zhao Qi's emotions to collapse again after he had managed to clean up.

Tears fell like broken beads and couldn't be stopped at all.

Gu Mengzhang stepped forward and gently hugged Zhao Qi, and patted him on the shoulder.

Gu Meng persuaded: "Brother Qi, cheer up, Auntie's funeral is still waiting for you to deal with."

Gu Meng's comfort warmed Zhao Qi's heart, he raised his arms to hug Gu Meng, and nodded.