After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Lin knocked on the door of ward V306 on time.

To his surprise, the ward was very quiet, only a middle-aged man who looked very strong was looking after the patient.

Dr. Lin has worked in this hospital for 3 years, and was transferred to the V area of ​​the inpatient department at the beginning of this year due to personnel transfer.

At first, he was still a little uneasy during the ward rounds. The V area is also called the VIP area. The patients who can be arranged here are either rich or expensive, and their status is always overwhelming.

For the first few days, he held his breath when he walked in the door.

Later, he gradually discovered that everyone is the same when it comes to birth, old age, sickness and death.

Death is never delayed because of how rich you are.

Area V is quieter than other areas, not only because there are fewer patients, but also because patients and their families are more educated and do not yell in places like hospitals.

Dr. Lin remembered that after the patient in room 306 was sent yesterday, many relatives came intermittently. Everyone had anxious expressions on their faces, but they restrained themselves very well.

When they learned that the patient was out of danger, most of them breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked the doctor very politely.

When Dr. Lin made his ward rounds, he thought he would see many relatives, but unexpectedly only Uncle Zhong stayed in the room.

He took a pen and wrote down the patient's name on the ward round record, and asked, "Are you alone?"

Uncle Zhong nodded: "The doctor said he needs to rest, so all the people who came to visit were stopped, and I was left here to take care of him."

Dr. Lin smiled at him: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Uncle Zhong shook his head, "I also hired a nurse. There are not many things that I can really handle."

Dr. Lin turned to ask Uncle Zhong a few words about the patient's condition, and took notes one by one.

Perhaps because the ward was too quiet, Dr. Lin even closed the door lightly when he left.

There is a corner in the corridor, and then there is the elevator area. When turning the corner, Dr. Lin bumped into a young man.

He walked in a hurry, with a suitcase in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, as if he was calling someone.

It was only when Dr. Lin approached that he could see his side face clearly. Although half of it was covered by his elbows, it didn't prevent him from being astounding.

"Well, I'm at the hospital. Didn't you say I'll report your safety? Didn't bother you..."

The other person didn't know what he said, and Dr. Lin smiled inconspicuously when he saw him, but the worry in his eyes still didn't dissipate.

He seemed a little distracted, and when he passed Dr. Lin, the pole of the suitcase hit Dr. Lin's arm.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he hastily turned his head to apologize to Dr. Lin.

Dr. Lin waved his hand to express that he didn't mind, and then saw him dragging the suitcase again, explaining to the person on the other end of the phone as he walked: "I didn't have an accident, I just bumped into someone in the corridor..."

The voice became softer and softer. He stopped somewhere and pushed open the door of Ward 306 with his hand.

Xie Ning was stunned for a long time after pushing the door open.

He carefully put the suitcase aside, as if Mr. Xie was just sleeping, and he was afraid that a loud noise would wake him up.

Then he walked slowly to the hospital bed, squatted down, and held Mr. Xie's hand.

Mr. Xie's face was very pale, his cheeks were sunken, his brows and eyes were full of wrinkles, his eyes were closed, he lay quietly on the bed, with various medical catheters inserted into his body.

Xie Ning blinked, and held back the tears that gushed out.

One hand of old man Xie was infusion, while the other hand was held by Xie Ning. The old man's hand was cold. In the past, old man Xie was afraid that Xie Ning would be cold, so he would always let him hold it for a while and then find an excuse to let go.

Now Xie Ning held it for a long time, but the old man didn't respond.

Xie Ning suddenly discovered that Mr. Xie's hair was already silvery white.

Uncle Zhong poured him a glass of warm water, saw him squatting motionless in front of the hospital bed, and moved a chair over.

Xie Ning sat down silently, turned to look at Uncle Zhong after a long time, and asked, "What did the doctor say? What's the situation with grandpa now?"

In fact, Uncle Zhong had already told him several times on the phone, and also told Zhuang Yan about his condition, but Xie Ning didn't remember any of those words, the only thing imprinted in his heart was the phrase "Mr. Xie is fine now".

Or, he just needed someone to tell him this repeatedly, so as to dilute the initial panic when he learned that Mr. Xie was sent to the hospital.

"It was a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

Xie Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his empty hand involuntarily.

Uncle Zhong went on to say: "He has already had a craniotomy, and the doctor said that the operation was very successful. The specific situation needs to be observed for a while."

Xie Ning struggled to digest Uncle Zhong's words for a while, and when he spoke, his voice stuttered slightly: "How could it... be so sudden?"

"It's because I didn't take good care of the old man." Uncle Zhong's voice dropped, "When I went down the stairs, I should have supported him every step of the way."

Xie Ning moved his lips, but did not speak.

He knew he should comfort Uncle Zhong. After all, he cannot be blamed for this matter. Even his own son can't take care of everything.

But it is his grandfather who is lying on the hospital bed now.

"When will I wake up?" Xie Jing looked at Mr. Xie quietly for a while, then asked again.

"I don't know." Uncle Zhong shook his head, "It depends on the recovery after surgery."

Xie Ning wondered in fear, would he never wake up again?

Obviously knowing that the possibility is very small, but as long as there is such a small possibility, Xie Ning can't help being afraid.

He thought again, when was the last time he saw Mr. Xie?

It seemed to be his birthday party. The old man was very happy and seemed to be in good spirits. He was completely different from the weak person lying on the bed at this time.

Xie Ning said in a daze: "Although Grandpa's health is always not good, I never thought that he would collapse so suddenly, without any warning at all... How did it just happen?"

Uncle Zhong hesitated for a moment, as if organizing his words, the room was quiet for a few seconds, and then he sighed.

"Actually, the old man...has been in poor health. He was lethargic before, often had headaches, and occasionally vomited. He passed out briefly twice last month and called the family doctor."

Xie Ning suddenly looked up at him: "Why don't you tell me."

"I'm afraid you're worried." Uncle Zhong bowed his head deeply, "Every time you go to the compound, the old man has to prepare a long time in advance, trying to make himself look more energetic, so that you don't notice the clues."

Xie Ning's eyes suddenly became sore, he turned his head slowly, and looked at the face of Mr. Xie. After a while, his vision slowly became blurred, and mist formed in front of his eyes.

He moved his wrist, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say, so he buried his head in his arm for a long time.

Uncle Zhong suddenly remembered that he had asked Mr. Xie before, if hiding it from Xie Ning would be worse for him.

At that time, Mr. Xie sighed and said, "Ning Ning has grown up, he has his own life to live, I can't be his burden and tie him here."

At that time, Uncle Zhong only thought that if Xie Ning found out later, he would definitely not be happy.

But now he realized that Xie Ning blamed himself more.

Blame yourself for why you found out so late, blame yourself for not being able to stay by Mr. Xie's side at the most critical time.

This pair of grandparents and grandchildren always express their love for each other in their own way.

Afterwards, no matter how Uncle Zhong persuaded him, Xie Ning seemed to have taken root, sitting in front of the hospital bed without moving.

When the dinner was served, Uncle Zhong dragged him to eat: "You have to eat a little no matter what."

Xie Ning didn't say a word, just shook his head.

"The old man wouldn't want you to do this either." Uncle Zhong said.

But Xie Ning still didn't speak. He seemed to have isolated himself and Mr. Xie into a special space, not allowing anyone to come in. He heard the voices from the outside world, but he didn't seem to hear them.

He didn't dare to leave Mr. Xie, fearing that he would be sad if he woke up and couldn't see him.

I was also afraid that Mr. Xie would never wake up.

He didn't sleep well last night. He closed his eyes on the plane and had several intermittent dreams.

I dreamed that Uncle Zhong said sadly, you are late.

You didn't get to see the old man for the last time.

He woke up suddenly, cold sweat dripped down, and when he turned his head, he saw a vast expanse of space outside the window.

Afterwards, he didn't dare to close his eyes anymore, for fear that he would start to feel cold when he fell into the darkness.

The phone vibrated twice suddenly.

Xie Ning was taken aback, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly took out his phone.

It was a message from Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan: I'm done here. Do you remember to eat dinner?

Xie Ning lowered his eyes, looked at the phone screen for a while, then turned to look at Uncle Zhong: "Where's my dinner?"

Uncle Zhong was a little confused for a moment, trying to understand why he suddenly wanted to eat again.

But he was willing to eat, so Uncle Zhong hurriedly took out the food box and set it up for him.

When he ate, he swallowed the dates, even though Uncle Zhong asked people to buy his favorite dishes, he still had no appetite at all.

Uncle Zhong thought he had finally returned to normal, watching him slowly finish his dinner bit by bit.

After the box was empty, he took a photo of the leftover Lengzhi with his mobile phone and sent it to Zhuang Yan.

Xie Ning: Eat well.

Zhuang Yan came over with a smiling face, and then made a phone call.

"Just now I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to answer, so I just sent a text message." Zhuang Yan's voice came from afar.

The moment Xie Ning heard his voice, Xie Ning suddenly wanted to cry again.

"Just finished eating." He responded in a low voice.

Zhuang Yan asked, "How is Grandpa?"

"It's all right." Xie Ning said in a daze. When he said this himself, he suddenly felt a little safe, so he repeated it several times, "It's all right."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he unconsciously choked up when he spoke. Zhuang Yan judged that he might have cried again, or was still crying.

He's kind of powerless right now.

After such a long distance between the two, he realized that language is the most useless.

He couldn't hug Xie Ning, couldn't wipe away the tears on his face, and couldn't bow his head to kiss him and comfort him.

He could only say some rambling words, hoping that Xie Ning would be happier and relaxed after hearing it.

But he couldn't even see Xie Ning's expression when he heard his voice.

The two chatted for a while, and finally Xie Ning hung up the phone first.

Zhuang Yan listened to the busy tone on the phone, and after a few seconds, he slowly retracted the phone.

He walked back to the set, gestured to the staff, and said, "The break is over, and we are ready for the next scene. Work harder these days, and bring up the later scenes first to finish filming."

On the other side, Xie Ning put his hand against his stomach, and felt as if something was churning in his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.

Then, under Uncle Zhong's worried eyes, he ran to the bathroom and vomited up the dinner he had just eaten.