ashamed

It only took 10 minutes for Si Jun to rush from the company to the hospital the nanny said, and nothing more.He couldn't afford to delay.

When he took a few steps up the steps of the hospital hall, he felt that the soles of his shoes were on fire, burning all the way to the top of his head, and there was no ashes left. .

Then came the memories of his previous life. In his forties, he was obsessed with gambling and sold all his valuable possessions. At that time, the complications caused by vascular disease on Mr. Si's body were already in danger, and he couldn't stand it mentally. A little irritating, and because he was holding his breath, when he died, his eyes and eyebrows were full of indisputable anger and sorrow for his son.

So when he heard "internal bleeding", Si Jun almost collapsed, he couldn't figure out which step he made a mistake?Or is it that no matter how many times you do it again, you can't escape such a harsh fate?

But right now, he can only grit his teeth to bear the pressure that is almost overwhelming, and make the so-called "best" plan for all possible future outcomes. Once his father passes away, those unavoidable funerals, this is what he should do. The only option that doesn't require support for any reason.

But when he saw Tong Youming at the door of the general surgery department of the hospital, his unrestrained emotions rushed to the critical point in an instant, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

The nanny at the door of the emergency room also saw him, and ran over in a panic, her voice was choked by uninterrupted sobbing, "Mr. Si...! It's all my fault for not taking good care of him..."

Si Jun stretched out his hand to interrupt her wearily and impatiently, he didn't want to argue about this meaningless topic at all, Tong Youming saw some clues from their conversation, he asked, "What happened? "

With his back against the white wall tiles of the hospital, Si Jun slid little by little on the bench in the corridor.Tong Youming walked up to him, avoiding the eyes of his surroundings, he bent down to cover Si Jun's face buried under his palm, the words in his ears were broken and blurred. "My dad... is bleeding internally."

Tong Youming frowned, and glanced at the swaying door of the laboratory, "Did you just push forward to do the routine bloody urine test?"

The nanny who was too anxious to get in the way finally had a chance to nod.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and stretched out a hand from his white coat to touch Si Jun's cheek, "Don't worry too much."

"The patient just now had gastrointestinal bleeding caused by inflammation, not that serious."

The man took his hands away from under the messy and sluggish forehead, his eyes were red, and he looked up at Tong Youming fixedly. For a moment, he forgot the comfort he should have. The expression of anxiety and worry that had never been like this seemed to be What touched him in his heart, he couldn't look away, but blurted out the words at this moment, "You trust me."

"That's your relative...and mine."

"I'm absolutely going to heal him."

He took advantage of the fact that no one noticed this corner when all the people were busy before the operation, and he kissed Si Jun's forehead—as the other party often did to him—very lightly, like a conventional ceremony.

"Wait here."

Before the words fell, he got up and left, pulled on the mask, shook off the thin rubber gloves, and made a crisp sound when he tightened the edges of his wrists; in fact, there was not a cell in his body that did not tremble due to nervousness, as if holding a bowl of food in his heart. The water will be spilled at any time, he repeats a sentence in every breath, don't miss it.

You have to be brave because you can't fail.

Be worthy of yourself, and be worthy of those you love.

Smoking is not allowed in public places, and Si Jun doesn't know how he survived the second half of his life in this meditative rigid sitting for two hours. When I got up, there was a rush of soreness in my back.

He couldn't care less about anything.

He poked his head around and looked at the old man who was pushed into the ward by the nurse. He didn't feel uncomfortable as expected. He thought, on the one hand, it was because the old man's life was really hard, and it didn't look as tragic as he imagined; on the other hand, it was because Tong Youming gave him the promise before.

He believed it.

With the assistance of their family members, the nurses hurriedly went to get the blood transfusion kit after placing the patient on the hospital bed. In Si Jun's impression, the nurses were always nimble and came and went like the wind, but this person left twice. I didn't see Tong Youming either.

The nanny followed his instructions to go through the hospitalization procedures, and the ward became quiet all of a sudden. Si Jun pulled a chair and sat down next to his father, not daring to easily move the gnawing tubes inserted into the old man's body. He looked at his watch and guessed. The intensity of taking the anesthetic was almost over, so he spoke to his father furtively, "Dad."

The old man didn't respond, and the years lay quietly.

"Dad, I'm always worried about you, you move."

Still no response.

Seeing this situation, Si Jun adjusted his strategy. "Dad, a 36D nurse just passed by outside."

As soon as the old man took a breath, his chest suddenly expanded. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his wicked and unfilial son, "Help me up...!"

Si Jun: "..."

So he put his heart into his stomach completely, raised the pillow for his father with a smile, put his wrist back to the original position, avoiding the needle, "You should just rest, if I want to go by myself .”

The old man turned red with anger, "You, you bastard."

"However," he said at the crucial point, he paused meaningfully, "you have already met your daughter-in-law just now."

"Which one?!"

"The one who operated on you."

Si Jun's father clutched his chest weakly and fell back on the bed. A life like "meeting his daughter-in-law on the operating table" is too whimsical and unbearable.

Si Jun complacently wandered to the door of the ward, holding the door frame with both hands and calling for the nurse. While waiting for the answer, he turned his head and made a begging grimace at his father; the windy nurse came again to measure his father. The blood pressure was measured and the heart rate was measured. The old man did not find the 36D he dreamed of among the crowd of fat, swallows and thin people. His disappointment was palpable, and his son disappeared when he turned his head.

Si Jun met Tong Youming sitting on the ground at the door.

Holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, he closed his eyes slightly, and leaned half of his shoulder against the corner of the wall. Even when he saw Si Jun, he only raised his finger, and was too tired to speak.He was not physically exhausted, but a sudden relaxation after high mental tension, followed by great exhaustion.

Si Jun looked at him silently, his figure covered the glaring lights above his head, allowing him to curl up in the peaceful darkness.

There seemed to be a thousand words in this silence, all of which were discarded by him. The man knelt down on one knee and pulled his weightless body into his arms, "Thank you."

"I love you," he said softly.