Song Yuan was worried about Rong Ting, who was at home, and picked up her back to leave. Just as she was about to take the elevator to the parking lot, she heard one of the patients saying there was someone selling roasted sweet potatoes and corn at the entrance. She thought about it. Grandpa’s favorite thing was sweet potatoes. She could buy some and give him a nice surprise.
She swiftly changed her mind, and instead of taking the elevator to floor B1, she walked out on the first floor.
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It was only a few steps from the elevator to the entrance of the inpatient department. She was thinking about what to buy at the grocery store and was about to reach the door when she suddenly heard someone shout, “Someone jumped off the building! Hurry! Have security evacuate the crowd!! No pictures!! No pictures!!!”
Her footsteps halted, but she had already seen the large puddle of blood on the ground in front of the inpatient building.
She had never seen such a scene before. No one had ever died right in front of her like this, jumping from such a height. Anyone who had never seen it before would never be able to imagine it.
Song Yuan’s pupils blew wide. Many people swept past her, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead. It wasn’t until someone bumped into her that she finally came to her senses. Her psychological reaction gave way to a physiological response, and she instinctively ran all the way to the bathroom and headed into one of the stalls. As soon as she closed the door, she began to dry heave.
Finally, her legs grew weak, and she leaned against the cubicle wall. The scene from just now constantly ran through her mind. Her eyes had gone red from the dry heaving, and her hands were trembling.
She didn’t know how long she’d stayed in the bathroom. She forcefully endured her fear and managed to wash her hands. She lifted her head and looked into the mirror and saw that her complexion was not well. She didn’t want to be in the hospital anymore. She dragged her boneless legs to the parking lot, but even shifting gears out of parking was difficult. She felt this was dangerous–she wasn’t fit for driving in her current state. Feeling that staying inside the car was suffocating, she simply came out and leaned against the car door as she took out her phone to call for a substitute driver.
As she was waiting for the substitute driver to come, there was suddenly the sound of a warm male voice. “Miss Song?”
Song Yuan looked up blankly and saw Meng Jingyan approaching her.
He wasn’t wearing a white coat, but rather a black mid-length down jacket. It made him look more youthful and lively. He noticed that her face was as white as paper and asked, “Miss Song, do you feel unwell anywhere?”
Song Yuan shook her head and asked him in turn, “Doctor Meng, just now, someone… jumped off the building?”
Speaking of the incident, she clasped her hands together, looking frightened.
Dr. Meng instantly understood, and he looked at her worriedly. “You saw just now? The door to the roof is usually locked, but one of the patients got up there somehow. They were just diagnosed with cancer. They probably chose this way to die so as not to drag down their family members.”
Song Yuan dipped her head. “So it was like that.”
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“Are you alright?” Dr. Meng’s tone was gentle. “Your complexion is quite poor, can you still drive? Should I take you home?”
Song Yuan’s expression was a bit dazed. When she heard clearly what he said, she politely declined. “No need, Doctor Meng. I heard my classmate say that the hospital is very busy during this time, and you must be tired. You should go first ba. I called a substitute driver, and they should be here soon.”
Since she said that, Meng Jingyan also didn’t continue to insist. Before leaving, he reminded her one more time, “Your complexion is not good. There are a lot of people who are getting the flu during this time. If you feel ill anywhere, go back and rest early.”
“Mn.”
After watching Meng Jingyan leave, Song Yuan opened the car door and sat in the back seat. After nearly half an hour, the substitute driver arrived.
When she returned home, Song Yuan had calmed down a bit. She didn’t tell Rong Ting about the incident, afraid that he would be afraid and worried. But she wasn’t in the right mood to eat and even felt nauseous when she saw Rong Ting squeeze ketchup on the chicken wings.
Rong Ting saw that she hadn’t moved her chopsticks and asked curiously, “Empress Mother, why do you not eat?”
Song Yuan could only lie. “I ate at the hospital, so I’m not hungry. You should eat more.”
“Oh.” Rong Ting was truly hungry and ate the entire plate of chicken wings by himself, eating until his tummy bulged.
He had drunk a lot of water, and the heated house was relatively dry. He woke at twelve at night by the urge to pee and got up to go to the bathroom. Just as he was about to head back, he heard crying from Empress Mother’s room. Shocked, he hesitantly knocked on the door and listened with his dear to the door for a long time. Seeing that Empress Mother did not respond, he quickly turned the handle of the door and approached the side of the bed. He saw that Empress Mother had her eyes tightly shut. She was clearly dreaming, but she cried miserably and sorrowfully.
He became anxious and hurriedly cried out, “Empress Mother, Empress Mother, what is wrong!!”
The author has something to say:
I have a friend who saw someone jump off a building to die… they vomited and didn’t eat for several days.
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[1] 三汁焖锅: English has failed me??? A healthy(?) and environmentally friendly(??) dish made using chicken wings and a variety of vegetables, though I also saw some pictures with what looked like shrimp. I gave up trying to English it, but if anyone knows the proper name lmk
[2] 元宵节: occurs on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month
[3] 踢到了铁板: to suffer a loss. Usually, it’s used when someone bullies someone else, thinking they’re easy to push around, but then ends up being the losing end. Here, it’s more along the lines of saying that Rong Heng has made zero progress in his romantic pursuit
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