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Chapter 29

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    Why does everyone I care about end up leaving me?  Does God have to make me live in solitude?  I hurried into the door of the emergency room of the hospital, where Sister Chen had been waiting for a long time.  Her face was as pale as paper, terrified and uneasy, with disheveled hair and gray body, she was completely different from the fashionable and glamorous woman she usually was.  When she saw my familiar figure, a gleam of light appeared in her dull eyes.  I ran up to her angrily, pinched her arms, and shouted: "What's wrong with Dewey? Tell me what's wrong with him quickly?"  The reed was wobbly and crumbling, tears welled up in her eyes, and the dry tears were clearly visible again: "Dewey, hehe is in the intensive care unit, just"

    Without saying a word, I grabbed her arm and dragged her forward to lead the way.

    The two walked to the door of the ward, and I was stunned by the sight in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes.  Dewey's left face was bloated, and his right face was entangled with gauze; blood was all over his body, and his hair seemed to be gnawed by blunt scissors.  If it wasn't for the presence of Sister Chen and Dewey's name written on the bedside medical record card, I couldn't believe that the person lying on the hospital bed in front of me was the handsome and dignified Dewey on weekdays.  What the hell happened?

    I let go of my clenched fist, closed my eyes, and couldn't bear to look at him again.

    "What the hell happened? How did he become like this?"

    "I don't know! I didn't see him until I arrived at the hospital. He was seriously injured and bleeding profusely. The police found me to sign for him to perform an operation." Sister Chen recalled the bloody and chaotic horror scene at that time, and the muscles on her face were painful  The ground was twisted, the face was pale, and the tears fell down.

    "He refused to receive treatment like he was crazy. The doctor sedated him, but he kept struggling, crying and screaming, shouting and screaming, and he was very emotional. Then he kept calling your name and asking you to help  Him. I can't find you, I really can't help it" She grabbed the clothes on my chest and shouted hysterically, her spirit was extremely fragile, and she was vulnerable behind her strong camouflage.  I hugged her lovingly and patted her back with my right hand, hoping that she would calm down.

    "Tell me, what happened to him?"

    "He" She sobbed and couldn't speak, I patted her on the back gently and waited.

    "The doctor saidhe was forced to have sex and the other party sexually assaulted him"

    I pushed her away violently like five thunders, and slapped her tear-stained face with a "slap" backhand. The force was so fierce that Sister Chen stumbled and fell to the ground, lying there weakly and crying loudly.  This dramatic scene caused the family members of other patients to stop and look curiously, and no one dared to approach.

    My retracted palm was sore and painful, and I vented all my anger on this poor woman.

    "Could you do all kinds of outrageous things for that money?" I asked for her, this woman has always been in the pimp business.

    Dream Bar never recruits waitresses, and most of the women who mix in are pheasants.  The reason why the bar¡¯s business is booming every day and the money is rolling in is largely because there are men there, and most of the male waiters there are part-time wild ducks.  Chen Yanhong learned a painful lesson from her own painful experience and never used a waitress.  She feels that girls nowadays generally lack self-protection awareness and self-protection ability.  Men are different, they are fully capable of choosing whether to sell themselves for money, so she never shy away from being a pimp for rich women with empty lives.

    I want to help her up.  Her poor life experience of being ruthlessly destroyed both mentally and physically is pitiful and sympathetic.  But the hatred in his heart made him cancel the idea of ??approaching her.  She takes advantage of other people's desire for money, ignites and leads people astray, and leads them into the abyss of crime from which they cannot extricate themselves.  Poor people must have something to hate, she is a hateful woman with mixed feelings.

    He tried his best to restrain the helping hand, turned around and opened the door of Dewey's ward, shutting out the woman and all the disturbances from the outside world. I wanted to talk to Serena quietly.

    I quietly sat on the stool next to the hospital bed, trying to touch Dewey, I couldn't see his face clearly, there was no good place for my swollen face, and I couldn't do it.

    I held his cold hands, and his rhythmic pulse made my hanging heart feel at ease.

    "Dewey I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't know you needed my help. I'm so sorry I'm late." I whispered the sadness in my heart.  Dewey's fingers trembled slightly.

    "Did you hear what I said? I'm sorry Dewey. I'm sorry for you." I said, choked up.

       alive."

    My tears welled up again, why my tears never flow dry.  Another person, another person told me that I didn't want to live anymore.  Why is it so painful to live? Is it really so difficult to live?  Is this an intentional trick of God and an intentional arrangement of fate?  Is the creation of God just to entertain people by watching tragic scenes of life and death?

    "Don't be like this, you have to live well. You said that one day you will live a good life. Now you haven't achieved it, you can't give up so easily" My tears choked into my nasal cavity, and a burst of soreness made me  Unable to complete a sentence.

    "They, they don't treat me as a human being at all. I'm not even worse than a dog. Why should I live? Why?" Dewey gasped emotionally.

    I caressed his chest, which was also covered with gauze.  What the hell had those beasts done to him?  People don't torture their own kind to pieces.  My hands were trembling and stiff, and I didn't know how to comfort Dewey.  If it were me, what comfort would I have to have the courage and strength to live on.

    "Dewey." I grabbed his hand and said with a little force: "If you want to live, you must live well, understand? Think about your parents, do you want them to die for you?  Do you want them to be lonely all their lives? They pour all their love into you, hoping that you will be happy. Do you know? Parents don¡¯t blame you for having too much money, as long as you can chat with them when they are lonely,  Ask them if it¡¯s cold when it¡¯s cold; shake a fan for them when it¡¯s hot. They¡¯ll be content. You can¡¯t repay your parents with death and hatred. They¡¯re innocent, they¡¯re right, they  It's your benefactor! How can you repay your kindness! You must live, and you are not qualified to die until the person who loves you dies, have you heard? You live well, and you have to live strong for others"  Yes, I also live well to protect my mother.  Even if I'm trying to survive, as long as I have a breath, I will definitely struggle and desperately live on.

    I couldn't cry anymore, I shouted out my only strong reason, passed on all the energy I could to Dewey, and encouraged him to live strong.

    He didn't answer me, and I couldn't see his expression.  There was a hint of response to the hand I held.  The dying fire of life before his eyes was rekindled.

    My tired body was limp, and I tried my best to cover Dewey with a quilt, then turned around and walked out of the suffocating ward.  Outside the door, Sister Chen leaned against the door frame with tears streaming down her face.

    I don't hate her anymore, I don't know where to start hating this poor woman.  She and I, and Dewey, are people who live for other people.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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