Chapter 157 Missed
The plane arrived at Nandu Airport at 9:30 in the evening, but it is now 11 o'clock and no one has arrived yet.
"Has the plane arrived?" Mr. Ning was a little tired and his voice was hoarse.
"It's early. Xiao Feng has picked up the farmer and his brother and they are on their way to the hospital." Miss Ning sent another WeChat message to urge her.
"Why haven't you come yet? This child -" Mr. Ning's eyelids were heavy. After saying this, he squinted his eyes again to rest.
The room was very quiet, except for the sound of the machine, and blood flowing in and out along various pipes.
Doctors are constantly checking machines, analyzing reported test data, and issuing various medical orders. Nurses are busy executing medical orders and making timely nursing records.
"The blood oxygen has started to drop!" the doctor in charge of the magic lung reported.
"With thrombosis, the efficiency of blood exchange has dropped!" Director Wei analyzed.
After a long time, Mr. Ning squinted his eyes and said:
"Qiqi, why is it so dark? Don't turn off the light!"
Miss Ning looked at the light in the room and saw it was on. Her heart skipped a beat and she held her father's hand tightly.
"Dad, the lights are all on, don't be afraid!"
Several machines were a bit noisy, and the monitoring system also occasionally sounded beeps.
"Look!"
The latest blood test results came out, and Director Wei quietly asked Yang Ping to take a look.
All inspection orders are normally gray, those with high indicators are red, and those with low indicators are blue. Now all of Mr. Ning's inspection orders are either red or blue.
As for the critical value, that is, when this indicator reaches a life-threatening level, the laboratory department will report the critical value. There will be a special plum blossom mark next to the critical value. Now the test sheet is not one or two critical values, but a series of critical values. value.
At the nurse's desk in the emergency ward, the phone rang one after another. The nurse held a notebook and listened to the phone while registering the critical value. She never stopped.
Taking into account all the examination reports, Yang Ping and Director Wei sighed helplessly: multiple organ failure, disseminated intravascular coagulation, acute pulmonary embolism, acute myocardial infarction, and acute cerebral infarction have all begun. As a living body, Mr. Ning’s physiological functions The avalanche has begun.
Time is passing, the candle is exhausted, the candle flame is swaying in the wind of the dark night, and the small and weak flame is about to be extinguished.
Life will always end, but some people will leave quietly, and some people will always look back and wait.
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"Xiao Feng, hurry up!" The farmer kept looking at his watch, grabbing his pants with both hands, and his palms were all sweaty.
"It's been ten years. He should have forgotten that he has a son. I grew up in his roar. In his eyes, I am a loser. Everything I do, he hates and looks down on. I I love music, but he doesn’t understand. I remember that I won a prize for my violin in middle school. I excitedly told him how much I wanted him to praise me, even one sentence. What would he do? He threw away my prize, a copper violin model. He went to the trash can and scolded me for not doing my job properly and for playing with things. I will never forget that scene. Really, forever! From that moment on, I knew that he didn’t have me as his son. I didn’t care. I have my own life and I don’t need to follow his will.”
Xiao Ning sneered, shook his head to himself, and kept looking out the window. He looked tired, held a bag in his arms, had long curly hair, and exuded an artistic temperament.
"You are wrong! He loves you deeply, just in a way that you don't like. He has never given up on you. After you went to jail, you didn't want to see him. On your birthday, he would be outside the prison, A man squats and smokes, no matter whether it rains or snows that day, from morning to dark, all day long. You left without saying goodbye after you were released from prison. He tried his best to find you, knowing full well that some clues were lies. Still rushing all the way; do you still remember an essay in middle school - My Dream? In the essay, you wrote about the life you yearned for most, singing and playing the violin in a bar, and you described the beautiful scene in that dream. Bar, he built a bar based on your essay, and he did every brick and tile by himself. To do this, he fell, fractured his lumbar vertebrae, and lay in bed for a full month and a half; in these ten years, he I call you by your name in my dreams, and I want to sit down and have a good chat with you face to face." The farmer looked haggard and his voice was hoarse.
Xiao Ning was silent and kept looking out the window, holding the bag tightly in her arms.
"Do you remember this area? The old factory area has been demolished now. You and Qiqi lived here when you were children. After the factory closed down, everyone was laid off. I followed your father to start a business. Do you know the hardships we had at that time? ? Of course you don’t know, because your father never told you, not to mention this. After your mother passed away, he never married again. Why? Because he was afraid that you would be wronged! It would be difficult for him to marry again! Not only did he not marry again, he didn’t even have any scandals. Why? It’s all about taking care of your brothers and sisters! If he doesn’t care about you, he can have ten or eight sons, and he still needs to wait eagerly at this time. Are you coming back? He has to send money to the child you injured every month. This is in addition to compensation. Every year during the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and the child’s birthday, he will arrange to visit in person. What is he doing? Atoning for you, atoning for you!" Uncle Nong was a little excited and started coughing.
Xiao Ning took a deep breath, her chest was a little blocked, and there was a dull pain. This old factory area was now filled with high-rise buildings. The buildings of her childhood no longer existed, but some of her childhood memories were still vivid in her mind.
"Dad, my stomach hurts so much!"
"Don't be afraid. Dad is here and the hospital will be there soon."
When Xiao Ning was five years old, she suffered from acute appendicitis in the middle of the night, abdominal pain, and high fever. It happened that night there was a typhoon, a violent storm, and the buses were out of service. There was not a single car on the street. The ambulance might have been blocked on the road and was delayed in arriving. Dad used Wrapped in a raincoat and held in his arms, he ran in the storm until he reached the hospital.
"Child! If you miss some things, you will regret it for the rest of your life; if you lose some things, you will never have a chance to make up for it!"
The farmer handed Xiao Ning a tissue and he wiped away his tears, still silent and looking out the window. The farmer's phone rang, and his heart tightened with an ominous premonition.
"Uncle Farmer, Dad is dying!" Miss Ning's voice trembled on the phone.
"Hurry up, Xiao Feng!" the farmer urged, tears streaming down his face as the Rolls-Royce sped through the night.
"Your father is dying -" the farmer said in a deep voice, constantly pulling his thighs and looking out the window.
Xiao Ning sniffed a few times: "Hurry up—"
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Suddenly, Mr. Ning reached out and groped for something under the pillow. Miss Ning reached in to help him find it and took out an exquisite copper violin model.
"Meet him, give this to him, tell him that I love him and that he is the best!"
With trembling and dry hands, she placed the violin in Miss Ning's palm.
Then he returned to a semi-recumbent position, lying down, turning his head to one side, and looking in the direction of the door.
Mr. Ning closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice:
"Qiqi, open the door. You stay and let the doctors go out. Thank you everyone, thank you Dr. Yang, thank you for your hard work!"
Time passes silently, life!
After a long time, Mr. Ning sighed and his voice became softer.
"The ship has arrived, it's time for me to go, this kid——"
"Qiqi, it's getting dark, go call your brother back——"
He kept turning his head towards the door and said nothing again. Two lines of tears fell down.
"Dad!"
Miss Ning knelt in front of the bed, holding her father's hand, which was cold.
The wave pattern on the ECG monitor trembled for a while, and then became a straight line.
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The elevator door opened, and Ms. Ning's secretary came forward. The farmer didn't even wait for her to speak, and rushed in with Xiao Ning. The secretary immediately asked the security guard to let him go.
"Hurry up! The last one!"
With rapid steps, Xiao Ning carried her bag and panted. The farmer's fat body followed behind, constantly urging, pointing to the last ward.
He rushed to the door. It was open and empty inside. The nurse was doing cleaning work inside. He recognized his sister sitting beside the bed, sitting calmly.
Xiao Ning walked towards his father's hospital bed step by step. The bed was empty, and he asked numbly:
"Sister! Where is dad?"
"He left, let me wait for you here!"
My sister handed me a copper violin model.
"He has been putting it on the pillow for ten years. Let me give it back to you!"
"When he left, he said he loved you and you were the best!"
This is just a short story about implantation. I have seen too many separations between life and death in clinical practice. In the face of life and death, human nature is vividly displayed, with both evil and good. As a book, it should be more about describing the beautiful side of human nature. Writing a book should not only be fun, but also be a little deep. The inspiration for this implanted story comes from "Inception". Those who have watched "Inception" will not forget the tender father-son story in it. The scene when Fisher saw his father for the last time, I think, that is a film and television work The most successful scene in the last scene, in just a few dozen seconds, vividly expresses the depth, helplessness, misunderstanding, love, hate, and tenderness. Pay tribute to the screenwriter and Nolan! My writing power is limited and I cannot reach that level, but I also want to use this story to implant a concept into readers: Cherish every day, cherish the people you love around you, speak calmly, be more tolerant and considerate, and put the best of yourself Presented to parents, children and loved ones. In addition: Does it make sense for readers to mention that there are too many words about some unimportant characters? Let me tell you that this point in the book is just a little bit of a prologue. It is just a preliminary foreshadowing. The foreshadowing has not yet been completed. I won’t spend too much pen and ink describing unnecessary and meaningless people, and I won’t waste my pen and ink describing irrelevant things. However, some characters in the book, even supporting characters, have their own lives and struggles. The plot of the book unfolds steadily, and the scores of the book steadily increase! As the saying goes, if you are with me, you will be able to travel far! Thank you for your continued silent support and take a bow! salute!
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