Chapter 52: I heard the baby cry again
Did you try your best?
Is this your best effort?
My head buzzed and went blank, and my mind seemed to be hit by something and almost shattered.
"No, you lied to me, you didn't try your best, you are taking revenge on me, right?"
A mixture of grief and indignation surged up in me , and I rushed towards the doctor.
Sister Sun seemed to be prepared. She grabbed me and said urgently, "Zhiyong, don't mess around..."
"let me go!"
I pushed her away and walked past the doctor. My murderous eyes were like a blade, cutting into him.
When I pushed open the door of the ICU, the smell of medicine hit my nose.
White, as white as snow, so white that it feels like being in heaven.
All the walls, bed sheets, and ceiling seemed to have changed color at this moment.
I dragged my heavy steps and slowly walked to Cheng Xiaoyan.
She closed her eyes, as if she was in a deep sleep.
I thought I could accept this reality. I thought I had gradually come to terms with it under Sister Sun's guidance.
However, when the reality was placed before me, it was like a slap in the face.
At this moment, I am like a clay or wooden sculpture, dull and helpless.
I wanted to say something, but something seemed to be choking in my throat and I couldn't utter a word.
Finally, I just gently stroked her cheek.
Her skin was still elastic, and even... had a slight warmth to it.
There is an indescribable pain in my heart.
Because I know that this warm feeling will soon disappear, turn into cold and stiff, and finally be sent to the dark morgue.
I remember she once asked me if she would be sent to the morgue after she died. I lied to her and said no, you won't die.
However, lies are lies after all, even if they are well-intentioned, they cannot change anything.
The fingers suddenly trembled slightly.
I didn't care and was still immersed in sadness.
Suddenly, the fingers moved again.
This time I realized that it wasn't my fingers that were moving, but the muscles in her cheek that were twitching.
I was stunned.
Staring at Cheng Xiaoyan, he couldn't help but call out, "Xiaoyan? "
The warm feeling on my hands is getting stronger and stronger.
The third beat!
This time, I was absolutely sure that it was the muscles on her face that were trembling.
Is she still alive?
Is Cheng Xiaoyan still alive?
My heart was filled with shock, joy, confusion and everything in between.
Before I had time to think about anything, I saw the girl's eyelashes move slightly.
Then , he slowly opened his eyes.
Those clear, slender eyes looked at me with a gentle light.
I rubbed my eyes and almost thought I was dreaming.
"Zhiyong..."
She opened her mouth and cried out in a very low voice.
I was shaking with excitement, crying with joy, and hugged her tightly.
Can feel the heartbeat clearly.
Although she didn't understand what happened, she was definitely still alive.
All the despair disappeared.
At this moment, I just want to hold her until the end of time.
Sister Sun and several doctors and nurses walked in at some point, and when they saw this scene, they were also stunned.
"Doctor Ma, didn't you say that the patient was dead?" Sister Sun turned around and asked in a bad tone.
The thin doctor looked incredulous and said in surprise: "No, it's impossible..."
He came over to me and said, "Please move aside for a moment. I'll see if this is a last gasp."
I looked at him coldly.
He whispered a word:
"roll!"
Perhaps I looked too scary, the thin doctor shrank back and walked away angrily.
…
Everything seemed to be back to normal.
After it was confirmed that the patient had been misdiagnosed, Sister Sun told me, “We have notified our superiors and fired the doctor.”
I said "thank you" without any sympathy.
Misdiagnosis happens to every doctor, and it’s not entirely his fault.
What really made me angry was the sarcastic and indifferent look in his eyes when he faced the dying patient.
What happened to Building D?
Is the life in Building D no longer life?
Not to mention that all lives are equal, but in the face of death, why can't we have a little more sympathy and a little less cruelty?
He is not qualified to be a doctor, and it is only natural that he was fired.
Although Cheng Xiaoyan survived, her physical condition was getting worse and worse. Since returning to Building D, she seldom went out and spent most of her time lying in bed. Her fair skin became haggard and her clear eyes began to become sunken.
Even the lips turned bloodless.
I know that this day will come sooner or later. All I can do is to try my best to accompany her in her last moments.
People with hepatitis B will have a very bad temper, but Cheng Xiaoyan is an exception. Every day, she either lies in bed watching TV or sits in a daze... She is in a coma most of the time.
Sometimes she would ask me some inexplicable questions, such as what if she died and couldn't go to heaven or hell? For example, is it sometimes more painful to be alive than to be dead? Often, she would cry while talking, saying that this was all her retribution.
She does have a lot of secrets.
But at this point, there is no need to understand anymore. I just want to spend this final time with her quietly.
I thought I could stay peaceful like this forever, but the evil Building D obviously doesn't intend to let me go...
That night, after I came out of Cheng Xiaoyan's ward, I returned to the lounge. Just as I was about to close the door, an old hand suddenly reached into the crack of the door.
I was shocked and thought it was Cheng Xiaoyan's grandmother coming to take revenge, and almost punched her.
"Doctor Tian, it's me!"
A familiar and urgent voice sounded.
I breathed a sigh of relief and then I saw clearly that the person coming was the old man.
"Old man, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you trying to scare me?" I said with a wry smile.
"I...I have something to tell you." The old man's voice trembled a little.
I asked him what was going on and he asked if he could come in and talk.
After the old man came in, I realized that his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood. His eyes, which were usually full of majesty, were now filled with nothing but fear.
I poured him a cup of hot water and asked:
"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
The old man held the hot water in both hands and trembled slightly as he said, "I...I heard the baby crying again."
My heart skipped a beat and I asked, “Are you sure?”
“Hmm…” The old man nodded, his brows full of distress.
"But why couldn't I hear it? Not only me, but the patients living with you probably didn't hear it either, right?" I said.
The old man suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly: "Of course you can't hear it, you don't have--"
"there is nothing?"
I said in surprise.
The old man looked at me for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said bitterly, "To tell you the truth, I opened Ward 404..."
