Chapter 116: Don't want to miss it again

I looked at Luo Xiangdong's hooked eyes, paused, and said solemnly, "No!"
Luo Xiangdong didn’t say a word, just don’t look away at my sight, then opened the connection button, put the phone to his ear, "Hello"
I stared. I didn’t expect Luo Xiangdong would answer my call. I immediately frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
In spite of my anger, Luo Xiangdong jumped his feet and said: "I am Luo Xiangdong, Liang Zijin is not convenient to listen to the phone, what's the matter?"
God knows my current psychological shadow area, if Kuang Yiyang heard Luo Xiangdong’s voice, wouldn’t he be scared to death?
I walked down from the side of the road, stood by the window of the co-driver, stretched out my hand and said to Luo Xiangdong, "Give me the phone."
Luo Xiangdong didn't hear it, holding the phone, a few seconds later, I just watched his brows, and then said aloud: "Okay, I will drive her over now."
After that, he hung up the phone, then turned his head to look at me and said, "Get in the car."
I stared: "Why are you answering my phone?"
Luo Xiangdong's face was expressionless, only his thin lips opened, and he replied: "Kuang Yiyang said that the head of your department is critically ill, and asked you to go to the hospital immediately."
His voice fell, and my heart sighed, my eyes widened, and I couldn't get back to it for a while.
Luo Xiangdong looked at me, and three seconds later, he said again: "Get in the car quickly."
I realized later that I hurriedly opened the door and sat in. Luo Xiangdong handed me the phone. I saw dozens of missed calls, most of which belonged to Teacher Gu's son and daughter.
I first called Kuang Yiyang, and Kuang Yiyang was connected quickly, and I said anxiously: "Yiyang, what's the matter, what's wrong with Teacher Gu?"
Kuang Yiyang's voice was low and he replied aloud: "Uncle Gu called me and said that Mr. Gu was suddenly in a bad condition and was sent to the rescue room. The doctor came out and said that Mr. Gu wants to see you and me. I am from school. Here we are rushing to the city, but the driver said that something happened at the high speed ahead and we have to take a detour. I don’t know how long it will take. You go to the hospital."
I listened to Kuang Yiyang's words, and every word of his was deeply knocked on my heart. I can almost imagine how urgent it is at the hospital that Teacher Gu’s children would call me this way. Many phone calls, it’s all because I was talking to Luo Xiangdong and Ji Guanxin outside the car
Hanging up the phone, the first thing I said to Luo Xiangdong next to me was: "Go faster."
At this time, I didn't care about motion sickness and fear of driving fast. Luo Xiangdong didn't say anything, so he stepped on the accelerator to speed up.
On the way back to the city, I called Mr. Gu's son again, and I asked: "Uncle Gu, how is Mr. Gu now."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, obviously trying to suppress his emotions. He only replied two words: "Not good."
I pressed my lips tightly, and for a moment I couldn't even say any words of comfort. The throat is tight, and the saliva is in the mouth, but I can't swallow it sorely.
Before I could say anything, the man said again, "Zijin, please come here quickly. My dad just came out of the rescue room and kept saying that he wanted to see you and Yiyang."
My tears fell, and my vision was blurred. I choked and replied: "Uncle Gu, I'm rushing over now. Something happened to Yiyang, but I was on my way. You told Teacher Gu to wait. we."
A few seconds before the man hung up, I clearly heard other people crying inside, yelling: "Dad"
I held the phone tightly in my hand, cold sweat in my palm. I couldn’t help but think that when my grandfather passed away that year, I was on the fourth year of junior high school, and I was about to take the college entrance examination. My family was afraid of delaying my study, and it had been three or four days since my grandfather died in the hospital. The news, when I knew it later, I really hated those people who kept hiding from me, hiding in the room and crying, crying heartbreakingly, but after all, I still missed the chance to see my father one last time .
My father loved me the most during his lifetime. Other people's families are patriarchal, but my family is patriarchal. My granddaughter, my granddaughter, has two sons and no daughter. As a result, my uncle's family gave birth to another son, so my granddaughter is especially favored.
Even now, I'm still wondering, when my grandfather died before his death, was it the person I wanted most to see?
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. I have missed the last chance to see my grandfather, and now I can’t even miss the last time of Teacher Gu.
I sat in the passenger seat, from choking to sobbing, and from sobbing to choking. I know I shouldn't do this in front of Luo Xiangdong, but I just can't help it.
Sure enough, Luo Xiangdong endured for a while, and finally said aloud: "People are not doing well now, why are you crying?"
I turned my head to look at Luo Xiangdong, my vision blurred, and choked up and said, "You have such a deep friendship with Teacher Gu. I just heard his son say on the phone that Teacher Gu is no longer good enough. Why are you not responding at all!"
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I am not wondering, but simply annoyed. Everyone is anxious, but Luo Xiangdong is calm.
After hearing this, he looked away and continued to drive. I stretched out my hand and wiped the tears from my face, because my vision was blurred, so I didn't see the expression on his face clearly.
After a few seconds, I heard him respond: "I didn't cry like you did. It doesn't mean that I am not worried in my heart."
Hearing that, I am somewhat less angry. After all, men and women express emotions in different ways, and I really can't expect Luo Xiangdong to cry in front of me with rain.
From the urban area to the new district, I didn’t think Ji Guanxin had been open for long, but on the way back, I felt like an arrow to return. In addition, Mr. Gu’s son called me again and urged me to go there quickly. I was even more anxious. I feel that one minute is as slow as ten minutes.
Finally drove to the city, so I didn’t die, and rushed to the traffic jam during the rush hour. Luo Xiangdong and I stuck in the middle of the road that hadn’t moved half a meter for ten minutes. He stretched out his hand anxiously and patted the steering wheel. Out of the car window, but all you can see is the busy traffic.
Luo Xiangdong also felt my fidgeting. He said: "There is a traffic jam at this point. There is no half an hour and forty minutes. Don't even think about moving."
My brows are frowned, because I started working in Luo's, and the apartment is only a dozen or twenty minutes' walk from Luo's, so I have never suffered from traffic jams. But there is a saying in Yecheng: If you have a bad bladder, don’t drive in Yecheng.
It is conceivable that the traffic jam in the night city is so prosperous.
After sitting in the car for another five minutes, I suddenly picked up my phone and bag, opened the door of the car, and pushed it, most of my body was already leaning out.
Unexpectedly, Luo Xiangdong couldn't help but turned his head to look at me, his eyes widened, and he said, "What are you doing?"
I slammed the door and said to Luo Xiangdong, "It's too late, I ran over."
"Hey, Liang Zijin"
After speaking, I didn't stay for half a second, Sayazi ran forward, no matter what Luo Xiangdong shouted behind him.
On the main road in the first ring of the night city, I saw myself shuttle between large and small motor vehicles. The scenes that were only available in the movies are now actually being staged. I don't care about other people's strange gazes, as if I am looking at a neurosis, I use my fastest speed to run on the sidewalk.
From where I got off the car to the hospital where Teacher Gu is, I don't remember how long I ran, but felt that my heart was about to stop beating countless times in the middle, and my breathing couldn't keep up with the rhythm of running. The high heels on my feet made my toes and back heels hurt, but I couldn't take care of them. There was only one thought in my heart. That was the last hope of an old man. Teacher Gu wanted to see me.
When I rushed into the elevator of the hospital and stood among the family members of several patients who were going upstairs, panting heavily, thinking that I could finally take a break, I caught a glimpse of their surprised gazes, and then I learned later. After feeling, raised his head.
From the clean elevator wall, I can clearly see myself reflected in it. My face is flushed red, almost pig liver color, and my head is covered with sweat. The sweat wets the hair on my forehead and on both sides of my cheeks, making it sticky. Sticking to it, the two buttons on the chest ran away without knowing when, and the cleavage would be exposed a little bit down.
No wonder everyone sees me coming in and hides subconsciously. They must be treating me as a neurotic.
I stretched out my hand and wiped my face, but my hands and face were sweaty, and I wiped it for nothing, but more sweat came out.
When I was embarrassed about what to do, a soft voice came from behind me, "Sister, here you are."
I turned my head and saw that it turned out to be a little girl about five years old. She was holding a pack of facial tissues, held by her mother, and looking up at me.
I was poked to tears in an instant, as if running crazy along the way and being treated as a fool by all passers-by, now someone knows that I feel sorry for me.
Tears fell in big drops, and I reached out to take them, choked up and said thank you.
The little girl’s mother looked at me and said, "Is it anxious to come and see the patient?"
I nodded, unable to speak sourly.
When the other people in the elevator saw this, they also comforted me, saying it was okay and told me not to worry.
With a ding sound, the elevator door opened, and after thanking the little girl's mother, I ran out quickly. All the way to the ward where Teacher Gu was, there were already many people in it. Everyone was surrounded by the bed with their backs to me. I was running out of oxygen and was a little confused, so I stood at the door hesitantly.
Until Teacher Gu's daughter turned her head to see me, her eyes were red, and she said, "Zijin, you are here."
When everyone heard the words, they turned their heads subconsciously, and I vaguely saw the figure lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin white quilt.
Teacher Gu's son also had red eyes and came over to pull me, "Zi Jin, come and see my dad, he's not working."