Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

At the same time, Zong Jing clutched his throbbing stomach, frowned and looked at the old lady crying in front of him, his eyes were sore in a daze from the pain, and he repeatedly thought about the events of this day, always feeling unreal.

In the morning, he went to his grandma's house first when he got off the plane. Only his aunt was at home. He told everyone else that they were all in the hospital. His father had passed away at [-]:[-] in the morning, and his mother was transferred to intensive care. She didn't know the details.

I rushed to the hospital without stopping, and went to the ICU first. My grandma was lying on the outside of the glass wiping tears alone, and there was no one around.

When the nurse brought the doctor, the crying grandma, the red-eyed second uncle, and the second aunt who was tearing up the uncle with a handful of receipts came along with them.

He had sent money to his parents' account before, but the account was canceled immediately. His relatives on his father's side avoided him like the plague, and then he only gave money to his grandma.

It was the uncle who notified in the morning, and before he had time to contact anyone else, he sent a sum of money to the uncle's account. After the second aunt and others learned that he had transferred the money, they insisted on paying the full amount. Pay the doctor's order.

The two of them knew that Zong Jing should be doing well, his brother-in-law was gone, and there would probably be no contact with him in the future, and Zong Jing had better not offend him, he would save the couple a lot of money every year by being filial to his grandma.

So it started to tear up, when Zong Jing arrived, they had already quarreled for so many years about Zong Jing's mother's filial piety as a daughter-in-law.

After Zong Jing figured out the situation in 3 minutes, his anger couldn't be suppressed at all. Like a trapped animal, he walked half a circle in the hospital corridor, grabbed a stainless steel lunch box on the nurse's desk, and slammed it on the radiator several times, "Shut up for me." Mouth!"

The little nurse had seen too many frantic family members who had lost their loved ones, so she stared and dared not speak out.

Zong Jing took a deep breath, looked at the quiet relatives, took out 100 yuan from his wallet and put it on the nurse's desk, "I'm sorry, I will accompany you."

Grandma saw that he didn't continue to attack, and the cry in her throat suddenly rose.

Zong Jing didn't even look at her, snatched the receipt from the second aunt's hand, read it quickly, turned over one and wrote his account number on the back and handed it to his uncle, "The balance will be returned to my account, I'll go now See a doctor and tell me something."

The second aunt was stunned, but Zong Jing was too fast and tall, she had no room to resist at all, and only had time to shout, "I paid in advance..."

"Bring me the receipt, and I'll pay you double in a while!" Zong Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around and pointed at the crowd, "Anyone who thinks he can make the decision for me, just shout right now, or shut up!"

The little nurse who had already called the security guard shrank back silently. This person looked very polite, but he was more dangerous than those messing around.

Zong Jing took a deep breath, clutched his chest and went into the doctor's office stiffly. After listening to them explain the rescue process, injury appraisal, cause of death, and mother's condition, the initial diagnosis was brain death.

No spontaneous breathing, no brainstem reflexes, almost flat brain waves, just wait for repeated checks within 72 hours to confirm.

Zong Jing's legs went limp, and he could barely stand against the wall.

The two doctors sighed, and the older one patted him on the shoulder, "There is also a child with a broken arm and multiple bruises all over his body. He has been hospitalized for treatment. You have to hold on."

Zong Jing wiped his face, but couldn't control his sobs after all, "Thank you, what do I need to do now?"

The doctor issued him his father's death certificate, and then told him to settle various expenses while waiting for the hospital to notify his mother of the final diagnosis.

He stood in the doctor's office and covered his face in silence for 10 minutes. There was only his uncontrollable heavy breathing in the whole consulting room. Neither doctor urged him, and kept quiet tacitly.

Finally he stood up and bowed to the two, "Thank you."

The doctor looked a little flattered, and helped him up, "We should, we should do, you take care of yourself."

Coming out of the doctor's office, he changed his calm expression again, "Where is Zong Jiahe?"

Uncle stood up, "The third floor of the inpatient department."

"I'll go see him, and then go to the traffic police team. You guys, take care of the old man, and don't worry about the rest." Zong Jing turned around and left after explaining.

His grandma was supported by her son and daughter-in-law and pushed her elbows, and threw herself on his back, "You unfilial son, you haven't been home for several years, and you cry when your father is gone. Why am I so miserable? ~~~~God will not give you a way out~~~"

Zong Jing was caught off guard by her and staggered. The mobile phone fell to the marble floor and rolled five meters away, unable to struggle at all.

The old lady should be seventy years old, and she resisted and struggled to make troubles, and there was one more person who was in mourning.

Zong Jing bowed his waist and let her grab and cry, leaned over and touched the knee that hit the chair, "let go."

The old lady has lived to seventy, and there is no one who can really scare her. Besides, after her son died, she felt that she was the most reasonable in the world, and no one could criticize him. How could she listen to this crazy grandson!

Grabbing Zong Jing's coat with his thin hands, he wiped his tears from time to time and grabbed it back with water stains, "You have no conscience, your father is lying there, and you cry! Ah? Why am I so miserable... ..."

"I said, let go!" Zong Jing gritted his teeth, "Didn't you say that I am sick? Are you not afraid of being infected now?"

The old lady was taken aback for a moment, and her hands relaxed a little. He took off his coat and strode away.

Zong Jia is no stranger to him. He just saw it from a distance a month ago. At this moment, the little one is asleep with a lot of bandages on his arm and a plaster cast. The nurse said that the painkillers and anesthetics have not passed yet.

Zong Jing sighed, and had no time to take care of him, so he had to leave a phone number for the head nurse of the children's ward, "Help me find a nurse, who must be there immediately, and contact you in time if you need anything..." Looking down, he found that his hand was empty, and the phone fell. I forgot to pick it up in the corridor near the ICU, "Contact me in time, please help me take care of him." He took out his wallet and counted a thousand, "There is not much cash, as a nurse, you will pay me a deposit in advance, and you will pay me when the person is in place." price, I will transfer the money immediately."

Three members of a family were involved in a car accident at the same time, two of them were killed and one was injured. Of course the head nurse knew about it, and Zong Jing was good looking and organized, so she hurriedly nodded and agreed, "Don't worry, the child will be fine."

"Thank you." Zong Jing sighed wearily, slipped downstairs like flying, and went to the traffic police team to find out the situation.

Halfway on the way, he suddenly realized that this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is in the hospital.I went to a not-so-small law firm on the side of the road nearby, hired a lawyer, wrote a power of attorney and asked the other party to be fully responsible for contacting the police and the perpetrators, and I still went back to the hospital.

Forensic examination, dressing, sending father to the funeral home, confirming mother's condition, taking time to take a look at Zong Jiahe, uncle was assigned by grandma to follow and help a little.

Busy until it got dark, he went back to his parents' house, and when he entered, there was a room full of relatives.

Grandma seems to have infinite energy, and she is still crying and talking to the people around her. As soon as he entered the door, everyone's eyes fell on him.

There may be sadness and mourning, but when the eyes turned to him, they unified into guard and faint refusal, and some serious ones could even be called disgust.

"Let's all leave. We'll let everyone know when we book the funeral." Zong Jing looked around. The furniture in the living room had changed a bit, and it was different from when he was there.

The relatives who were farther away said some words of "sorrow and change" without embarrassment, and left in silence one after another.

Only grandma, second uncle, and sister-in-law were left. Zong Jing sat down and briefly talked about the situation, "That's all so far."

Grandma changed the sofa and sat next to him, and grabbed his wrist with her wet hand, "You have to avenge your father~~ Just leave like this, leave me as an old woman~~"

Uncle Zong also couldn't believe it, "You didn't go to see the perpetrator? How can a lawyer believe it? You don't know that lawyers are getting kickbacks from both sides. If two lives are lost, the other party must pay at least 100 million. You let the lawyer go, the lawyer What will you do if you take advantage of the other party to help you lower the price?"

In an instant, Zong Jing was furious. Although it seemed that his mother had no chance of getting better, he still couldn't accept Second Uncle's categorical statement that she was no longer there. She was still warm lying there! !

"I don't care about these things. I'll wait until the traffic accident appraisal report comes out." Zong Jing pulled his wrist from grandma's hand, "I'm going to pack up my documents now, and then go back to the hospital. You guys, take care of grandma and go to rest early."

It is true that the most important thing is for those who stay after the person is gone, and he should pay attention to negotiating compensation, but his current economic conditions can make him a bit willful, and he does not want to waste his last time on these things.

Hearing this, the old lady cried even louder, "You have the time to care about the certificates, what use are the certificates?" Uncle Zong tried to stop him.

Zong Jing went around and pushed open the door of his mother's bedroom in two steps. The dressing table and wardrobe were in a mess, the drawers were half open, and there were two boxes on the bed, which were the boxes where his mother kept her precious jewelry.

Zong Jing was taken aback, then turned to look at the three people outside, "Did you look like this when you came in?"

Aunt Zong shrank back a bit, "You go to the hospital to look after sister-in-law and Jiahe, and we will look after you at home."

Zong Jing sneered, "My home was robbed, I'll call the police first, and I happen to have a lawyer entrusted, so it won't be troublesome to deal with it together." As he said that, he was about to make a phone call.

The mobile phone dropped in the corridor of the hospital at noon, but it was gone when I went back. The nurse said that it was picked up by the family. According to the description, it was the second uncle. I met him twice in the afternoon, but he didn't mention it and returned it to himself.

Zong Jing casually replaced it with a new one in the business hall. He had already put this matter behind him, and when he recalled the things he had with this family before, it was as if new hatred and old hatred came out together.

As soon as the words came out, all three of them paused, the old lady continued to cry in a drawn-out tone, and Uncle Zong came up to stop him, "There was no thief, no, we saw the mess at home and people coming and going, and we were afraid that we might lose something to you." Put it away. You can take it yourself," winked at Aunt Zong, "give it to him, let him take it by himself."

Aunt Zong was carrying a big bag, and upon hearing this, she reluctantly reached into it.

Zong Jing didn't care if she was an elder woman or not, he hadn't eaten all day, and he was sweating profusely because of the stomach pain he suffered from in his early years.