Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

Chapter 367 Spirit

The cold air diluted the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the flashing words on the screen were as red as blood, which was heart-pounding.

"Auntie, uncle, you haven't eaten yet, right? Eat something first..."

Mahiru returned to the surgery waiting area carrying a few lunch boxes and spoke to the Yuigahama couple who were hugging each other tightly.

"No... Thank you, we are not hungry, you guys eat."

The Yuigahama couple looked at Mahiru with complicated eyes, especially Yuigahama China. Although they didn't hear her crying, Mahiru still noticed that her soft eyes were full of bloodshot.

When she saw Mahiru, Qiannai felt as if she saw her own lovely daughter smiling at her. She raised her face and sobbed violently for a moment, then turned her head away.

Seeing the determined attitude of the Yuigahama couple, Mahiru didn't say anything more. She just quietly placed the lunch box next to them and then sat back next to Su Qing.

She didn't bring any food to the other person.

It has been several hours since Yui entered the operating room, and it is now mealtime, so any normal person would be hungry.

But Mahiru knew Su Qing better than anyone else, and he couldn't eat it.

The girl who blocked the knife for him and childishly said that she would take the blame for him is still in the operating room. No one can understand Su Qing at this moment, not even himself.

"Yui will be fine. We just prayed for her."

Mahiru comforted him softly, and then took Su Qing's hand. She was frightened the first moment she touched him. This was the first time that the boy's hand felt cold.

"Go eat something."

Su Qing turned his head slightly, and no rise or fall could be heard in his voice.

"I'm not hungry, it's okay."

Hearing this, Su Qing said nothing more. He turned his gaze back to the display screen on the wall. To be exact, there were three words on it - [In Surgery].

His eyes suddenly became dazed and lifeless.

Yui pushed him to the ground and lay in his arms, but her last words were "Forget me".

Every moment, every frame looped endlessly for hours, replaying in his mind.

Even the buzzing of the phone was ignored.

[Hiratsuka Shizuka: How are you doing over there? If you need any help from me, please let me know. Don't be so arrogant!]

at the same time.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was still at home, was pacing in the corridor, smoking one expensive ladies' cigarette after another. Each one was left on the floor without being finished, and the faint glow of the fire could be seen.

"Ah! What on earth is going on?!"

Seeing that the message she sent received no response, Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart became heavier with worry.

Just a few hours ago, Su Qing suddenly called her and asked for the contact information of Yuigahama Yui's parents. When she asked him, he just said that he had handled it well and then hung up the phone.

Ahhh, what a troublesome little devil!!!

"Fuck it, no more waiting."

Hiratsuka Shizuka stomped heavily on the ground, and the faint fire that had rekindled was instantly extinguished.

"Ah Jing, who made you angry? Why are you so angry?"

At the end of the corridor came the concerned voice of her mother, but Hiratsuka Shizuka had already changed her shoes and shouted at her, "Mom, tell the old man that I have something to do at school. I'm leaving first!"

"What about tomorrow's blind date?"

"Even a blind date with Kimura Takuya is not as important as what I have to do now!"

When Hiratsuka's mother came out, she couldn't even see the shadow of her daughter.

"Every day, you are so impetuous, I don't know who you learned this from..."

……

Time is like quicksand, slipping away bit by bit through your fingers.

The people on the display screen have gradually changed from [In Surgery] to [Surgery Completed].

More and more family members left the huge waiting hall, and more and more family members came in.

"Yui..."

Qiannai covered her mouth, her voice almost trembling.

Yuigahama Makoto held her tightly in his arms and comforted her: "It's okay, our daughter is so cute... She will be fine..."

What is the relationship between cuteness and being okay? Yuigahama Makoto himself doesn't understand.

He just wanted to tell the child's mother this.

But even he himself did not notice that his hand on Qiannai was also trembling slightly, like a fragile cicada in midsummer.

……

"The operation is over!"

The depressing atmosphere ended with someone's shout.

The four of them left the waiting room. Their legs should have been stiff after sitting for hours, but now they walked briskly as if nothing had happened.

"Doctor, how is my child?"

The white automatic door of the operating room slowly opened, and several doctors pushed Yui out.

As soon as Yuigahama Makoto saw it, he rushed forward and asked.

"We have tried our best..."

The doctor's words were like a meteorite, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Qianna felt like she was going to fall, and when she fell to the ground, Mahiru and Su Qing grabbed her at the same time.

“We don’t know clearly what your child’s current situation is.

A normal human heart should beat 60-100 times per minute, but we tried various methods and the patient's heart rate remained at 30-50 beats per minute. "

"What's the meaning?"

“Logically, the patient should have died from excessive blood loss when we went there.

But the current situation is as if the patient's life was pulled back alive when he was about to step into the gates of death, and a glimmer of hope was forcibly retained."

The attending physician who took the lead was an experienced doctor in his fifties. He looked around at the four people with a somewhat ashamed expression.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept what I say, but it’s the truth.

All we can do now is to keep the patient in hospital for observation and wait for a miracle to happen.

But... I still hope you are prepared..."

……

After the operation was over, the hospitalization procedures were completed and I was admitted to the ward, it was already 7:30 in the evening.

In a single room.

Yuigahama China filled a basin with hot water, soaked a towel in it and wrung it dry, then gently wiped the face of the unconscious Yui.

It seemed that as a mother, this was the only thing she could do at this moment except waiting.

"Can you tell us in detail what happened today?"

Yuigahama Makoto did not stop Qiannai's behavior. He looked at Yui deeply, then turned to look at Mahiru.

Mahiru's wandering gaze originally fell on the bathroom in the room. Su Qing had been there for several minutes, which made her worry whether something might happen to him.

Mahiru was startled for a moment when she heard Yui's father's question, but she quickly adjusted herself and suppressed her worries.

"Is such that……"

……

In the restroom.

Su Qing didn't do anything. He just stood quietly in front of a sink mirror like a sculpture.

It's like I'm running away from something.

Maybe it was the cleaning staff who polished the mirror, and it was so clear that it could reflect light.

The boy's facial features were particularly clear in the mirror, even his dark eyes.

"The person lying on that bed should be me, not you..."

After an unknown amount of time, Su Qing's consciousness woke up from the chaos.

He suddenly spoke.

It seemed like he was talking to himself in the mirror, or to the girl lying on the hospital bed.

What was strange was that after Su Qing said this, the outline of the boy in the mirror suddenly became blurred, and then twisted and distorted into the appearance of Yui.

The girl smiled gently, as if they were meeting for the first time, and Su Qing was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, you should be the one lying on that bed now, why should it be me?

Just because I like you, right? Xiaoqing.

You usually like to bully me and are never nice to me.

I obviously like you so much, you are so smart that you should be able to see it.

But why don't you be cruel enough to reject me directly and let me give up?

Do you know how sad I feel when I see you and Mahiru showing affection? Have you ever thought about me? Do you like me even a little bit?

What gives you the right to say "No"?

Can I only like you as a boy in this life?

Or did you keep me... just for today?

After all, I'm a silly fish, and you know I like you, so you can use me however you want...

Even if I am willing to take the so-called "disaster" for you, it is fine.

Isn't it? "

The girl smiled as sweetly as she remembered, but that face that was so familiar seemed so strange at this moment.

Split personality?

Conjecture?

Su Qing subconsciously tried to explain this moment from a scientific perspective.

But the girl in the mirror spoke again.

"Why don't you answer? Are you trying to escape? Just like the time you overwrote your memory?"

Su Qing looked at the face that was exactly the same as Yui's, and suddenly, he whispered:

"broken."

This order came like a divine oracle. Some strange power acted on the mirror. In just a moment, the mirror actually shattered silently into countless small pieces.

What's even more strange is that these countless small fragments seem to be stuck on it and none of them fell off, as if the mirror was originally like this.

"You don't deserve to wear this face.

Yui...she wouldn't say such a thing either."

Su Qing took a step forward, his black eyes looked into the mirror as if examining it, and then he laughed at himself.

Does it have anything to do with his [pollution]?

It doesn't matter, it's not important.

Su Qing was about to turn around. If Yui was still able to survive because of his repeated words "don't die", then he should be able to do something else now.

But just as he turned around, another voice came from behind him, or in the mirror.

It was his own voice.

His voice at countless moments over the past decade.

"Want to know...how to save her?"

Su Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped. He looked back in surprise, squinting his eyes and found that the densely packed glass fragments were now engraved with his appearance.

"Then you have to ask first, who are you?

Or... who am I?"

There were murmurs coming from the mirror, the voices were too low to be from the human world, like the bewitching voice of a ghost.

who I am?

My name is Su Qing, and I take the dean’s surname.

No one knew his origins better than him. He was picked up in a winter...

Huh? Why can't he remember?

But he never forgot anything, this was his talent.

Oh...right.

It was the dean who told him about being picked up, not him who remembered it.

So... he never had this memory?

Then...why doesn't he have that memory, and also the memory from birth to being abandoned?