Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 657 is about classmates.

Visiting time is limited, and staying in the ward for too long will also affect the patient's rest. After chatting with Xiao Yuanlian for a while, Xiaomai and his group left.

The little girl with the round face waved goodbye to them with a smile.

Xiaomai turned around with everyone, smiling, pretending to be completely unmoved.

"Wheat!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from behind.

It was that crazy guy with the round face calling him.

Xiaomai's heart skipped a beat, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Xiaomai, what's wrong with you? You've been here so long and haven't said a word to me. Are you estranged from me? Or do you not care whether I live or die?" He looked at her, a not-so-serious smile in his eyes.

The others thought, "Well, shall we go first?"

They exchanged a glance and said, "Xiaomai, we'll go downstairs first and wait for you."

Even Jin Yu let go of her arm and quickly followed Mao Dou and the others.

Wheat was both amused and exasperated, and stayed where she was, staring at Little Round Face with wide eyes.

Wheat couldn't take it anymore and said helplessly, "How could I not talk to you? I said from the beginning that I would ask Zhiyuan to see what you can eat."

"You asked, will you bring it to me?" The little girl smiled, her round face crinkling with her eyes, a hint of childhood nostalgia flashing across her face.

Xiaomai was taken aback, thinking to herself: Didn't someone bring it for you?

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt like I was being pretentious.

Gu Xiaomai, what's wrong with you? You were the one who rejected him back then, and years later, you're the one who can't forget him. Now that he has a girlfriend, you're the one being dramatic!

Suddenly I felt relieved.

As long as he's okay, that's all that matters, isn't it?

Her tense mood suddenly relaxed, she smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll bring it for you."

When the time comes, I'll come with Zhiyuan.

It's fine for classmates to visit each other.

"Then ask your brother if I can eat braised pork knuckle. I must eat braised pork knuckle before the surgery!" The little round face was etched with his obsession with braised pork knuckle. With this kind of obsession, it felt like he could succeed at anything!

Xiaomai couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't I promise to bring you braised pork knuckle?" How many braised pork knuckles do you want to eat?

"Who?" the little round-faced girl asked, then suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean her? She wouldn't bring it for me, she's just teasing me!"

Uh……

Xiaomai felt a little uncomfortable; was this something she could listen to?

"Really, she's so nagging! Not only will she not give me fatty meat, but she also nags about health every day!" Little Round Face muttered.

Xiaomai smiled calmly, "They're doing it for your own good."

"I know it's for my own good! But right now I just want braised pork knuckle!" The little round face became stubborn again. "Xiaomai, you're the best, please help me! Xiaomai—"

Is she trying to act cute again?

"I wouldn't dare, your girlfriend would scold me later!" Xiaomai blurted out without thinking.

"Girlfriend?" The round-faced girl paused for a moment, then smiled, her eyes crinkling. "She won't. She'll only be mean to me; she's gentle to everyone else. Okay? Xiaomai, please."

"What are you encouraging Xiaomai to do?" Zhiyuan's voice rang out from behind.

"Hehe, hehe." The little round-faced girl laughed awkwardly, "It's nothing...it's nothing..."

"Are you craving something sweet?" Zhiyuan could tell from his expression. "Don't even think about it! You're always eating whatever you want. You should eat something light these days."

After saying that, he turned to Xiaomai and asked, "Don't listen to him about what he wants you to bring. If you really have to bring something, cook him some coarse grains, but don't let him eat white rice porridge!"

Round face: ? ? ? No, Zhiyuan, you're too cruel!

Zhiyuan said worriedly, "Just behave yourself, the surgery is coming up soon. Xiaomai, let's go, don't spoil him."

"Hey, you guys just leave like that? You go ahead and leave, but you leave Xiaomai behind!"

Ignoring the little round face's protests from behind, Zhiyuan pulled Xiaomai away.

“Visiting time is almost here. This round-faced guy, so young, I don’t know how he’s been living abroad. His blood pressure and blood sugar are both high. It’s been a long time since we got them under control. The surgery can’t be delayed.” Zhiyuan said to her outside.

"Maybe it's because foreign food is high in fried and sugary foods," Xiaomai said absentmindedly.

"Hmm, this guy has a sweet tooth and was a chubby kid. It's a real headache." Zhiyuan seemed to have forgotten that he himself loved sweets when he was a child.

Xiaomai remembered it and smiled. She vividly recalled the first time she and Zhiyuan ate cake in the provincial capital when they were children. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Zhiyuan understood why she was laughing and defended himself, "That was when I was little..."

Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang. Upon answering, his expression immediately changed. "I'll be right there."

"What's wrong, Zhiyuan?" Xiaomai sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, you go back first." Zhiyuan said as he ran, not even wanting to wait for the elevator. Seeing that the elevator was still on the first floor, he rushed into the stairwell and disappeared in an instant.

Xiaomai couldn't rest easy. Her intuition told her he had gone back to his office, so she quickly followed him.

The call was indeed from a colleague in the department. As I ran, those words kept echoing in my ears: "Zhiyuan, come quickly, that person in the ICU is dying."

Wenxiao is no longer capable.

When Zhiyuan arrived at the intensive care unit, they had already started resuscitation efforts inside.

He was allowed in.

After changing his clothes, he watched as the department head and his medical colleagues did everything they could to save the person on the hospital bed.

He didn't step forward.

The passage of time has been reduced to seconds.

He stood there, motionless, as if petrified.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his whole body stiffened, the lines on the electrocardiogram monitor turned into a straight line, and the green heart rate number plummeted.

This time, the number did not rise again.

That straight line never fluctuated again...

In a daze, the director and his colleagues walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry, Zhiyuan, we did our best."

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and a colleague hugged him.

His gaze, however, remained fixed on the motionless person on the hospital bed.

Is it finally over?

The final note of life is just a long "beep" sound.

"Dr. Li, we need to handle the follow-up work now, you..." the nurse reminded him.

He finally snapped out of his daze. "I know, I'm fine," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

I'm not really sad, really. I just feel that life, and the bonds between people, are as fragile as a sheet of paper.

This was the first patient in his medical career to die right under his nose.

This patient is his biological mother.

When he arrived outside the intensive care unit, Xiaomai was still there.

"Zhiyuan!" Seeing him come out, Xiaomai ran anxiously to him.