I saw the grief on Maomao's face, and the gray substance around his body became thicker. I couldn't help feeling anxious, and said to my little brother, "Then do you know that Maomao is Lin Miaomiao's son?"
The little brother wiped away his tears, looked at me and smiled stiffly: "Of course I know, sister Miao Miao brought him to work before, and our employees like him very much, he is very sensible and obedient."
I frowned, and quietly glanced at Mao Mao beside me, why did I listen to his words and feel that they didn't know about Mao Mao's death
Sure enough, the following few words left me dumbfounded.
"Fortunately, Sister Miao Miao's best friend agreed to let Mao Mao live in her house temporarily, but... the day Sister Miao Miao's accident happened, we called her best friend, but no one answered, it was very strange."
A terrifying thought immediately appeared in my mind, and even I was taken aback by this thought. I tensed up, and asked again cautiously: "You said you can't get in touch with Lin Miaomiao's best friend?"
The little brother nodded: "I have made a few calls recently, but I have been unable to get through. I feel very strange. Is it possible that I have something to go abroad?"
My feet were a little light, and I almost fell to the ground. I only leaned back a little, and hit a hard body.
"Hua'er."
I knew that the voice of a pervert could not be heard by others, so I lowered my head, looked at Mao Mao who was crying beside me, and turned the assumption in my heart into a fact.
Lin Miaomiao was hospitalized with a cerebral hemorrhage, and Maomao was boarding at her best friend's house. Now I see Maomao's soul floating beside me. My brother has a best friend who can't contact Lin Miaomiao.
The facts are already clear!
I dare not imagine what happened to Maomao at his mother's best friend's house and what pain he experienced.
All I know is that things are going for the worst.
I looked at the ground staff seriously, and asked earnestly, "Excuse me, can you tell me which hospital Lin Miaomiao is in now?"
Let Maomao see his mother first, other things... I will investigate after Maomao's affairs are settled.
"By the way... can you give me the contact information of her best friend?"
The little brother looked at me puzzled, a little vigilant: "Who are you, and why are you pursuing so many things? Could it be... you belong to a debt collection company?!"
His voice was very loud, almost screaming, which attracted the attention of another female ground crew, and I quickly explained: "No, you are thinking too much!"
I looked at Mao Mao, couldn't bear it, and took a deep breath: "I know Mao Mao, if you believe me, please tell me which hospital his mother is in, okay..."
The little brother hesitated, glanced at me several times, and refused to speak for a long time.
"Maomao likes to eat lollipops, strawberry flavored."
Maomao opened his mouth, pointed to his little brother, and said to me: "This brother bought me a lollipop."
I immediately understood what he meant, and said to the little brother who had been wary and hesitant: "You bought strawberry-flavored lollipops for Mao Mao, didn't you?"
The little brother looked at me in surprise, but didn't reply.
"I said that, don't you believe me? Maomao has been chatting with me, and I know some things that happened."
The vigilance in his eyes was finally relieved, he tore off a piece of paper from the pad on the table, quickly wrote a few lines of information on it with a fountain pen, and handed it to me.
"I'll just take your word for it. This is the hospital where Sister Miao Miao works. Below is the phone number of her best friend. I don't know her address."
I took the paper from the small window and glanced at it.
It is a tertiary hospital in this city, and the medical level is very high, which made me feel a little more at ease.
However, with Maomao's situation... I don't know whether I want Lin Miaomiao to survive or to die.
If she survived, and she learned that her child had died, it would be crueler than killing her!
Her husband cheated and ran away, her relatives betrayed their promises, and they didn't care about family affection. The only thing that supported her in this world was Mao Mao. How can I, who knows the truth, tell her this cruel truth
If she died of a cerebral hemorrhage, maybe she and her child could be reunited.
I am not qualified to ask others to give up their lives, but in this situation, death is not a relief
My hand holding the note was trembling slightly, I smiled wryly at Maomao, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to find your mother."
The pervert saw my mood, and wrapped my hand with a strong palm.
Since then, Maomao has not spoken, and has quietly followed me. The only thing that has changed is the breath around his body, which is getting darker and darker.
time is limited! I have to go to the hospital immediately, Maomao, you must persist there! Your mother is still alive, she is fine, so you should be fine too!
I really want to tell him this sentence, but I know that I can't do it.
The communication between humans and ghosts is affected by many things. I can only recite silently in my heart, hoping that Maomao can understand my heart and the thoughts I conveyed to him.
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I directly hailed a taxi and arrived at the hospital. There are many small windows on tall buildings, and white light shines through the windows, and some rooms are not turned on.
The big word "outpatient" appeared in front of my eyes. The hospital was very big. Walking a little east towards the path, I could see the word "emergency".
When I was sick in the past, I usually went to the nearest hospital for a check-up. I would not go to this tertiary hospital some distance from my home.
I went straight to the "inpatient department" and pressed the elevator button as soon as I entered. Only then did I remember that I didn't know Lin Miaomiao's ward number.
Anxiety made me feel like a headless chicken, I went straight to the front desk to ask.
"Is that Lin Miaomiao? She is in intensive care unit 803 on the eighth floor, and her life is not out of danger yet."
After I heard this, I turned around and was about to leave when I heard the nurse at the front desk tell me: "The medical expenses she owes have been paid in advance by the hospital. If you are her family member, please go to the inpatient billing office on the ground floor to pay in advance."
Obviously, she regards me as Lin Miaomiao's relatives.
I don't have time to entangle these things with her for the time being, so I took the elevator and went to the eighth floor.
The elevator was full of people, all of them were family members who came to visit the patient, and I was the only one who went to the eighth floor.
The pervert has been holding my hand tightly and giving me strength, but the flame in my heart is gradually extinguishing.
The original anxiety quickly cooled down, and boredom and bewilderment filled my heart.
I'm going to see Lin Miaomiao soon, if she is awake, how should I introduce myself to her, how should I explain about Maomao to her
Everything I am about to face is not something I can afford.
However, I don't regret helping Maomao.
In the intensive care unit, every ward is filled with instruments, and the critically ill patients who are dying are forcibly rescued by those cold instruments and hang their lives there.
When I passed a glass window, I looked in.
The white-haired old man lying on the bed couldn't feel a trace of life. On his body, I vaguely saw a ball of white substance shaking, like a ball of cotton.
To be precise, his soul.
His soul began to leave his body, and because his life continued there, the soul separated from his body could not be separated from his body, nor could it be fully integrated back into it again.
It seemed that the old man was about to die.
My heart sank. In the wards on this floor, almost every room revealed a sense of death.
Looking at the house number, I finally came to the ward where Lin Miaomiao was.
She was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, many threads were attached to her body, and the salt water was hanging on her left hand. I could barely feel the ups and downs of her quilt.
"Mother!"
After seeing her mother, Maomao couldn't wait to pass through the door and floated inside.
I was about to follow in together, but was stopped by a nurse.
"Wait a minute, are you Lin Miaomiao's family?"
I shook my head, glanced sideways at the ward, and explained to her: "I'm not her relative, I'm her son's friend."
The nurse looked at Lin Miaomiao sympathetically and said, "Since she was sent in by her colleagues, she has never seen any relatives visit her. Her condition is very bad and she may die at any time."
"Hey, why doesn't her son come to visit her, after all, he is his mother!"
My body trembled, and my eyes were a little sour. Seeing Mao Mao holding my mother's hand in the ward, I felt that my heart was about to break.
"Her son has died."
I opened my mouth slowly and said this sentence. The nurse was obviously frightened by my words, stunned, and stood there motionless.
"I came here today to visit his mother for Maomao, can I go in?"
The nurse was stunned for a long time before she nodded and led me into the ward.
As soon as I entered, a smell of disinfectant solution several times stronger than outside filled my nostrils.
"Hey, how could this be?"
The nurse's entire face was gray, and she looked at Lin Miaomiao sadly: "What has happened to her in this life!"
I pointed to the pale woman on the hospital bed, and asked the nurse, "Is she awake? Can you hear us?"
She said with some embarrassment: "Most cases are in a coma, and only a very small amount of time is awake."
"Then I can only hope that now she can hear our conversation."
I asked: "Can you let me stay alone with her for a while, I have something to tell her."
The nurse nodded, quietly backed out, and gave instructions before leaving.
"It can't be too long."
"good."
I agreed.
There is a single chair next to the hospital bed, which is specially for visiting patients. I moved it up and sat down to prevent Lin Miaomiao from being disturbed by the sound of the chair dragging the floor.
I looked at Mao Mao beside the bed and sighed helplessly.
"Maomao, mom is here, I found her."
Maomao didn't speak. After a long time, he raised his gray eyes and asked me, "Mom is going to die soon, isn't she, sister?"
I quickly shook my head: "No! Mao Mao's mother will be fine, she will survive."
"Sister, don't lie to me. I know it. I can feel her. She can't hold on anymore."
He turned his head and looked at me with serious eyes: "Sister, if my mother survives, please don't tell her that I am dead."