Laughing astray

If you want to talk about what is the most vulnerable creature in the world, it should be human beings.

Cong Xiaoyi never thought that Cong Jiyun's body immunity would drop so quickly. One second, he was sitting in the seat with him and Yan Zihan waiting to eat, and the next second, he ran to the toilet and vomited. After dark, he fell into a coma.

The sunlight outside was as usual, refracted into the ward, and fell mischievously on the bed, casting a halo on Cong Jiyun's sleeping cheek.

The nurse who made the ward rounds whispered a few words, and after recording something in the small notebook, she walked out of the ward with a blank expression.

In the hospital, life and death are just ordinary things, and the clouds are calm.

Cong Xiao had already grown a layer of beard on his chin, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Cong Jiyun's hand tightly with both hands.

Cong Jiyun was wearing a ventilator, and his breathing fluctuated very calmly in his sleep. If it weren't for the beeping of the monitor next to him, Cong Xiaoyi would have had the illusion that Cong Jiyun was just sleeping.

Time is a very cruel thing. He has not left any good memories for him in the past ten years. When he grasps the important family relationship and embraces the beautiful love, the cruel joke will mark his life. A spell that is signed.

He knew very well in his heart that Ji Yun's time was running out.

Advanced cancer, no chemotherapy, no miracles to speak of.

Yan Zihan carried the lunch box into the ward in a low voice, and saw that Cong Xiaoyi's originally strong back was now much thinner, and felt distressed from the bottom of his heart.

"Smile, eat first."

"Here we come." Cong Xiao turned his head, showing a weak smile: "I'm a little bit out of appetite now."

"Wang Bin and the others should come over in a while. I'll replace you in the afternoon, and you go back to sleep for a while."

"Ah."

Cong Xiaoyi's answer didn't distract him, he hooked his hands at Yan Zihan.

Yan Zihan walked over, watched Cong Xiaoyi hugging his waist, and buried his face in his arms. After a few minutes, he heard Cong Xiaoyi sighing: "I'm so tired."

There are too many things on this young man, all the plots that should be in the TV series are arranged on him, losing his brother, his mother has cancer, and his father is in prison. It seems that all these are exaggerated, but reality is reality.

"I'm here." Yan Zihan couldn't offer any more comfort, or he knew that saying anything now would be futile.

Cong Xiao basically stayed in the hospital all night, and didn't go to the school much.

While the two were talking, Cong Ji Yun, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly started coughing. Cong Xiao turned around and rushed over excitedly: "Mom?"

Cong Ji Yun had a bad cough, and opened his eyes in pain, dazedly, his eyes were loose.

"I'll call the doctor!" Yan Zihan turned around and ran out of the ward.

"Mom!" Cong Xiao gently caressed Cong Jiyun's chest with one hand, trying to give Cong Jiyun comfort.

After Ji Yun coughed and slowed down a few times, he was already sweating profusely within half a minute, and a sense of uneasiness gradually rose along Cong Xiaoyi's back, making him a little at a loss.

Doctors and nurses trotted in, those who checked the ventilator checked the ventilator, those who looked at the monitor looked at the monitor, Cong Xiaoyi and Yan Zihan stood there like two stone statues, not knowing what to do.

"Patient, can you hear me!"

"Family, come here."

Cong Xiaoyi followed one of the male doctors out of the ward, gritted his teeth, held his breath, and was extremely nervous.

"That's right, the CT scan taken yesterday has come out. It's a pity, but I still need to inform the family members..." The male doctor said, picked up the medical records and looked at them: "The cancer cells have metastasized to the lungs, this family member You should already know that there are also signs of lymphatic metastasis, including that the patient did not continue chemotherapy in the later stage, and any treatment now is basically futile, and even... well, the family members are near, so let’s get ready.”

Cong Xiao turned his head to look at Yan Zihan's face, and then turned to look at the doctor, feeling that the space he was in was very unreal and illusory.

He didn't know what to do. In fact, he was prepared, but when he really faced this moment, he realized that all his strength was an excuse. He could even feel his legs were weak, his feet were cold, and his mouth was bitter. , Tears came out of my eyes and I couldn't control it.

Cong Xiao took a big gulp of air greedily, trying to look calmer with the breathless feeling in his chest.

Yan Zihan sent the doctor away politely, and helped Cong Xiaoyi into the ward.

Cong Jiyun lay numb on the bed, unable to move at all, he could only tilt his head and cough a few times, holding back tears and looking at Cong Xiao.

"Mom, are you awake?"

Cong Jiyun nodded, feeling that it took a lot of effort to breathe.

"Are you hungry?" Cong Xiao's nose turned sore, and he lowered his head to wipe away his tears: "Zihan brought food."

Cong Jiyun moved his lips, but couldn't make a sound.

As soon as Cong Xiao saw it, it was clear that it was 'not hungry'.

He really wanted to escape, escape from everything now.

Cong Jiyun woke up and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Wang Bin knocked on the door with a fruit basket. He felt that the atmosphere in the ward was not right, and he was very rare: "Xiaoer, you also go out and smell the fresh air, don't stay here."

Yan Zihan bowed his head and kissed Cong Xiaoyi's forehead, signaling Cong Xiaoyi to rest assured.

Following Wang Bin out of the ward, Cong Xiaoyi didn't dare to go far, but just strolled to the backyard of the hospital, Wang Bin quietly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to Cong Xiaoyi: "You know I'm stupid, if I comfort you, I won't Said, but ah, Xiaoer, this is life, take it easy."

Cong Xiao put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep puff. Only the bitter taste of tobacco and nicotine could keep him awake all the time.

"When I see my mother, I will think of my father and my brother." Cong Xiao leaned halfway on the flower bed, staring at the blooming flower, with a sad tone: "I have been in a daze for the past ten years, I was supposed to get along well with her, but I was always against her. After all the knots were untied, I realized that time was running out... My dad always wanted me to meet him, but I didn't know what he was doing. Whether it's repentance or bad words, just today, just now, I suddenly realized that I'm going to lose my mother, and the person lying on the hospital bed may disappear at any time."

"I'm quite scared. To be honest, I've never been so scared." Cong Xiao spit out the smoke from his lungs and bit his lips lightly: "I'm not afraid that my mother will die, I'm afraid that I won't have a mother after she dies." , even if it’s gone, you can’t find it or catch it.”

Wang Bin sighed deeply, stood up and put his arms around Cong Xiaoyi's shoulders, and remained silent.

Cong Xiaoyi felt that he had to say something in order to have the courage to face what was going to happen next.

"I'm a little flustered now." Cong Xiao said, covering his chest with his hands: "I can't breathe because of the pressure."

"Smile." Wang Bin gave an ugly smile: "We'll talk about this matter when it comes. Is it now or later?"

"Ah."

Cong Xiao sat down by the flower bed, looking up at the inpatient department.

All the scenery is in sight, but some people are about to go away.