Chapter 243 Bad News

A few minutes later, Qiao Ruoxing came back.

Tang Xiaoxiao didn't dare to ask the nurse if she said anything, she just hoped that Aunt He would be lucky and get through this safely.

At this critical moment, if Aunt He got into trouble, she was afraid that Ah Xing would collapse.

After so many years, in fact, everyone knew that Aunt He's chance of waking up was very slim, but people always have obsessions.

As long as there is a breath of air, there is still hope.

There is a saying that goes, when parents are alive, life still has a place to go, and when parents are gone, life only has a way back.

No one can blame Qiao Ruoxing for being obsessed with her mother as a daughter.

Mo Mingxuan came over quickly, about ten minutes after Tang Xiaoxiao hung up the phone.

He rushed to the waiting area with a dusty body.

For a moment, Tang Xiaoxiao felt that this man was much more reliable than that bastard Gu Jingyan, and he really came when there was something.

"Ruoxing, how is Auntie?"

Mo Mingxuan's voice was still a little breathless, and he probably ran up all the way after getting off the car.

Qiao Ruoxing saw him stunned, and Tang Xiaoxiao quickly explained, "When you just signed, Bentley-Lawyer Mo called you and said he had something to tell you. He heard that Auntie He was in the operating room, so he came over."

Qiao Ruoxing's expression eased a little, and he said softly, "She is still being rescued, and there is no news yet."

He Yurou's lungs were infected, and the nurse just asked her to sign the consent form for surgery.

Although it was a minimally invasive surgery, it was very dangerous for He Yurou.

The nurse told her that in fact, there was no need to do it in He Yurou's case. Even if she was rescued, there was not much time left. Insisting on the surgery might cause both loss of life and money.

But Qiao Ruoxing couldn't bear to say that she was incurable no matter what.

She couldn't watch He Yurou die.

Mo Mingxuan comforted her, "No news is good news."

Qiao Ruoxing also hoped so, but some things can't come true just because you wish.

"Lawyer Mo, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Mo Mingxuan said, "Let's wait for Auntie to finish the operation first, there is no rush for now."

Qiao Ruoxing wanted to say, if you have something to do, you can leave first.

But then she thought, Lawyer Mo must have known that something happened to her and rushed over in a hurry, and it would be a bit too unkind for her to tell others to leave.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and stopped talking.

The three of them sat in a row, waiting for the doctor in the operating room to pronounce He Yurou.

It was about ten minutes later, and the lights in the operating room finally went out.

Qiao Ruoxing stood up suddenly.

Tang Xiaoxiao and Mo Mingxuan also stood up.

Then the door of the operating room opened, and medical staff came out one after another.

Qiao Ruoxing's heart was clenched hard, and she wanted to go forward, but she didn't dare to go forward.

The doctor took off his mask and said with a heavy expression, "Go in and see each other for the last time, and say goodbye properly."

Qiao Ruoxing's hand trembled, and the whole person seemed to fall into the abyss.

The sounds in her ears seemed to be far away, and only the doctor's voice was clear in her ears.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, and she supported Qiao Ruoxing and said in a hoarse voice, "Axing, you have to be strong."

Mo Mingxuan moved his lips, and after a while he said, "Let's go in and take a look."

Qiao Ruoxing clenched her hands and whispered, "I'm fine."

Then he walked towards the operating room.

He Yurou lay there quietly, with an oxygen mask on her face. The mist from her breath could no longer be seen on the mask, and the numbers on the instruments next to her had also dropped to extremely low values.

She was so thin that she seemed to be integrated with the operating table under her.

All this told her that the life of the person on the bed was about to come to an end.

Qiao Ruoxing took her hand.

He Yurou was good at holding a pen, and there were calluses on the knuckles of her middle finger from holding a pen all the year round.

When He Yurou was healthy, she was not particularly thin, so there was still some flesh on her hand, but now, this hand is as thin as a stick, with a thin layer of skin attached to the skeleton, and the back of the hand is full of pinholes and bulging blood vessels, which is almost different from the memory.

Six years and eight months have passed since the car accident, and her black hair has turned more than half white.

She pays so much attention to her appearance, probably because she doesn't want to wake up and see herself like this.

Qiao Ruoxing bent down to help He Yurou tidy up her hair.

Tang Xiaoxiao watched this scene and couldn't help choking up. She whispered, "Ruoxing, let Auntie go."

Qiao Ruoxing's fingers trembled, and she said "um" softly, and then took off He Yurou's oxygen mask with her own hands.

The number on the instrument slowly returned to zero, and then a sharp mechanical beep was heard.

The nurse stepped forward and said "I am sorry", and slowly covered He Yurou's head with a white cloth.

Then he told Qiao Ruoxing to complete the formalities as soon as possible in the next two days and take the body away. The hospital morgue was a little tight, so the body was pushed out immediately.

Qiao Ruoxing did not cry or get hysterical.

She thanked the medical staff, paid the nurses, and then went to He Yurou's ward to pack up.

She was very calm and composed.

After living in the ward for so many years, there was actually not much to pack.

He Yurou was either lying naked on the bed or wearing a hospital gown. There was not even any clothes in the ward, only towels and washbasins that were constantly changed, as well as piles of Peking Opera tapes on the table and the old tape recorder.

Qiao Ruoxing put the tapes neatly into a handbag, busy as if nothing had happened.

The calmer she was, the more anxious Tang Xiaoxiao became. She might as well just cry. She was too calm, so calm that it made people worry.

"Ruoxing, don't worry, pack it now," Mo Mingxuan stepped forward and pressed the bag in her hand, and said softly, "Sit down and rest for a while, we will help you pack it later."

Tang Xiaoxiao also said, "Lawyer Mo is right, Axing, please slow down a little."

Qiao Ruoxing pushed his hand away, lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm fine, Lawyer Mo. I'm afraid I can't talk to you today."

Mo Mingxuan said, "It doesn't matter. It's the same thing after you've finished sorting yourself out."

Qiao Ruoxing nodded and thanked her, and then said, "It's getting late. You can go back. Just smile and accompany me here."

Mo Mingxuan paused for a moment. Qiao Ruoxing had just lost her mother. Even if the person accompanying her at this time was not Gu Jingyan, it shouldn't be him, an outsider.

He really shouldn't have crossed the line.

Mo Mingxuan's Adam's apple slid and he said softly, "I will contact Jingyan as soon as possible. If you need help, please contact me in time." After a pause, he added, "Let Auntie be laid to rest as soon as possible."

Qiao Ruoxing said "hmm" and said nothing more.

Mo Mingxuan was still worried, so he told Tang Xiaoxiao, left his phone number with her, and asked her to help find a funeral home as soon as possible, and to contact him in time if there was any situation.

Tang Xiaoxiao responded repeatedly. As soon as she sent Mo Mingxuan to the door, she heard a "crash" in the ward. She turned around and her face changed drastically, "A Xing!"