Double ten

In the hospital, within a few minutes after being sent to the emergency room, the attending doctor opened the door, and before the family members could ask him, he shook his head helplessly, and pronounced the sentence calmly and ruthlessly: "I'm sorry, I have tried my best, the patient had a heart attack. I'm gone, please be sorry!"

Like a lightning strike, it exploded viciously in the Mu family's mind: How could it be, how could it be... like this?

Mu Feng staggered back two steps, he was at a loss, very helpless, very flustered, he couldn't move his hands and feet very well, his mind stopped turning, and there was only one sentence in his mind: the patient has gone, please condolences, the patient has gone sorry...

I can't believe it, I don't want to believe it, but when I saw the man covered in white cloth on the sickbed pushed out, he pushed the nurse away like crazy, tears flowed down from his eyes without warning, and opened the dazzling eyes with his trembling slender fingers. The white cloth, the goal is the familiar and unfamiliar face, that is his mother, her eyes are peacefully closed, her face has no trace of blood, and her face is cold.

"Mom, mom... get up, get up, get up, get up..." Calling out in grief, Mu Feng knelt on the ground in pain, hugged the quietly lying woman with both hands, and cried out in despair.

This person, this woman who devotes all her energy to him, this woman who loves him wholeheartedly, this woman who raised him up with one hand, this woman who is not tall and has a slightly fat body but always smiles, is only 44 years old. , before he graduated, before he got married, before he had a grandchildren, before he had time to enjoy a day of blessings, she just left, she left in such a hurry, so fast, so utterly unbelievable Unprepared, from now on, he will never see that loving smiling face again, never hear nagging but caring words, never touch that warm skin, never again I won't see...that person anymore.

Papa Mu staggered over, knelt down in front of her, stared closely at her sleeping face, and stretched out his callused but warm big hands to caress her face without a trace of warmth.At this moment, he seemed to be ten years older. How could this person who had been with him for most of his life leave so unexpectedly, why... so cruel.

Mu Yun stared wide-eyed and shook her head in panic. At this moment, she was extremely flustered, helpless, regretful and sad. Tears wet her delicate face. The combination of makeup and tears made her look extremely embarrassed, but no matter how embarrassed, There is no way to change that person back, that one, the one she doesn't want to hurt, that one, the mother who loves her like life.

Fu Zhanheng stretched out his hand to comfort her, but he hung in the air and finally dropped it powerlessly. At this moment, he knew that she needed quietness instead of comfort, because he was also responsible and one of the culprits. Such a result, no What he wanted to see, but in reality, it was not as easy as he thought.

Is it wrong to just love someone?Why did this happen?

Four-year-old Xiao An didn't understand what death meant, but when she saw her lifeless grandma lying there, seeing her grandpa, mother, and uncle crying bitterly, the tears poured down uncontrollably, and she cried wantonly and sobbed hard. : "Wow... woo... woo..."

The entire corridor resounded with the cries of the Mu family. It was so desolate and miserable, helpless and hopeless. Pedestrians who came and went watched curiously, sighed, shook their heads, and felt helpless.

The nurse calmly waited for the family members to say their final farewell. After staying in the hospital for a long time, life and death are common things. The more I watched, the more I saw, the more hardened my heart became.

How can others feel the deep pain if it doesn't happen to me.

Fu Zhanheng stepped forward, tall and handsome, he bowed to Mu's mother three times with a heavy heart, turned around and bowed to Mu's father again: "I'm sorry!"

Hearing the three words "I'm sorry", Mu Feng finally regained his senses. He stood up in a daze. After kneeling for a long time, his legs were a little numb. The face of grief and indignation looked extremely terrifying.

Approaching him, Mu Feng punched the man's face heavily, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, is it useful? It's all you, it's all you..." Those bloodshot, red and swollen eyes looked angrily at the man in front of him. Man, at this moment, he is like a cub who lost his mother. He desperately swung his fist and hit this man who deserved to go to hell. He wanted him to pay for his actions.

Enduring the pain and being punched a few times, Fu Zhanheng's strong arm grabbed the fist he swung again, with a livid face: "I didn't know that this would happen, please calm down." The matter is irreversible, fists can't solve it any questions.

With both hands under control, Mu Feng turned to attack the lower body, using all his strength in every blow, "Calm down? You told me to calm down? It wasn't your mother who died. Of course you can be so calm. I want you to pay for your life. I want to kill you!" His mother's pale face was always floating in his mind, pain and grief deeply invaded his heart, his brain was completely devoid of any ability to think, he just wanted to let this hateful man die.

Fu Zhanheng was hit hard on the leg, and he knelt down on one knee uncontrollably. Mu Feng, whose hands were free, swung his fist again. Seeing that the man didn't resist, it hurt his eyes even more. Is it the default?But all of this can't be reversed, he swung a few punches desperately with red eyes.

Mu's father stared blankly at Mu's mother on the sick bed; Mu Yun struggled in pain; Xiao'an wiped the unstoppable tears on his face indiscriminately and choked up crying. The people watching dodged around, and no one came forward to stop and help .

In this situation, how can outsiders help, no one wants to cause trouble.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Fu Zhanheng, who was punched several times with scars on his face, couldn't take it anymore and kicked him away. As a man, he endured and endured, but it doesn't mean he has no temper .

After being kicked and beaten by him for so long in front of so many people, his self-esteem also has a limit.

Mu Feng, who was in the late stage of measles, actually didn't have much strength at all. Weakness is a major manifestation of measles, but Mu Feng was at the peak of his emotions, and he punched and kicked that person with a brute force.

At this time, he was kicked hard by him, and he couldn't control his body and backed away, knocking down a medical cart that a nurse had just pushed out of the surgical equipment, and fell to the ground together under the strong impact.

"哗啦", "哐哦", "咚咚" sounded from time to time, showing how intense the impact was just now, and a sharp weapon was slashed behind his back, Mu Feng gritted his teeth and rolled over on the ground, watching the surgery all over the floor Instruments, especially the blood-stained scalpel, he looked at it with a frown, the hatred had made him lose his mind, and the people around him couldn't see the pointing fingers, only this knife, this blood-stained knife .He grabbed it with his right hand without thinking, and even if he cut his hand, he didn't feel any pain. With difficulty, he propped up his upper body and turned around quickly, and swung his right hand habitually. Time stopped at this moment.

Mu Feng still kept his twisted posture and didn't move, his legs were numb and he couldn't feel it. His face was covered in blood and he stared blankly at the face of the person in front of him: Painful, pale, twisted, struggling... that person's Blood was gushing out of his throat, which was both dazzling and frightening. He turned his head stiffly to look at the scalpel on his right hand. Unlike the small amount of blood just now, this head was now covered with blood, indicating that the scalpel just now did something.

Fu Zhanheng's tall body fell down feebly, his head was dragged on his stomach, the weight on his legs and the warm humidity made Mu Feng's hands tremble in fright, he kept shaking his head and moving back again and again, wanting to escape from something, but The sound of the scalpel falling to the ground was so clear and powerful, so real, telling him the truth, all this was not a dream, he killed him, he killed the man he wished to kill.

He didn't know, he didn't know that the man was behind him, he didn't know why the man bent down, he wanted to kill him, but when this moment really came, it was so frightening, so difficult for him accept.

"Ah...killed, killed..."

"Call the police, someone killed someone..."

"Zhanheng..."

"breeze……"

"..."

The surrounding panicked crowd and screams were mixed together, Mu Feng couldn't hear or see, his eyes were dull, only the man not far away without a trace of resistance, the blood on the ground flowed more and more, and the blood flowed wider and wider, his brain blank in...

hate.What is left now but hatred?