The corridor in the hospital was silent, except for the occasional hurried footsteps of patients and nurses. It seemed empty and cold, with a sense of deathly silence.
Mrs. Sheng doesn't like this kind of atmosphere. Maybe because she is getting closer and closer to death as she gets older, she cherishes every opportunity to get together with her family more and more. She hopes to spend more time with her grandson and grandson-in-law.
But now Chu Qingxue longs for a divorce and escape from this marriage.
It seems impossible for the two of them to return to the way they were before, and Mrs. Sheng doesn't want to interfere too much with Chu Qingxue's thoughts.
If you want to blame, just blame this bastard, your grandson Sheng Yanxuan, who doesn't know what's good or bad, but he can't restlessly get entangled with other women even though he has such a good wife!
Old Mrs. Sheng couldn't help but think about what she had done in her previous life to end up with such a bastard grandson!
How great it would be if that girl Qingxue was my granddaughter. I would definitely treat her well like my own daughter.
Old Mrs. Sheng shook her head helplessly. How could there be so many what-ifs in the world? Reality is often many times crueler than dreams.
Seeing that she had reached the door of Sheng Yanxuan's ward, Mrs. Sheng stopped.
"You wait at the door first, and I will have a few words with your young master." Mrs. Sheng ordered the maid beside her.
"Okay, madam." The maid bowed respectfully and stepped aside.
Mrs. Sheng opened the door to the ward and walked in. When she saw Sheng Yanxuan lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, she felt funny in her heart.
He walked to Sheng Yanxuan's hospital bed and kicked his bed to make a sound.
"Are you still pretending? Your wife has run away." Mrs. Sheng said angrily. She had just paid special attention to Chu Qingxue's reaction and found nothing unusual, nor was she crying or heartbroken.
Instead, there was a sense of relief, and I left resolutely without even looking back.
Now look at his grandson? He thought that his cruel tricks could trap Chu Qingxue and prevent him from running away. He took himself too seriously!
Sheng Yanxuan opened his eyes and stared at Old Mrs. Sheng in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this news came from her mouth. He hurriedly asked: "Qingxue... left?"
His voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep sadness and disappointment. His fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
"Otherwise? She's already gone, how can you still stay here and not leave?" Old Mrs. Sheng snorted and replied angrily.
Sheng Yanxuan fell slumped on the hospital bed, his heart instantly shattered into pieces. He tried hard to suppress his trembling body.
He couldn't accept that Chu Qingxue left him like this, without any hesitation?
Sheng Yanxuan smiled bitterly and put his arms on his eyes to cover his expression, so that his expression could not be seen clearly. However, his laughter could not hide his sadness and sadness, and he gasped heartbrokenly.
"Why? Why did you leave..." Sheng Yanxuan murmured. He thought that his appearance would arouse Chu Qingxue's sympathy, but she chose to abandon him...
"Why..." Sheng Yanxuan's voice was hoarse and painful, mixed with infinite regret and pain.
Mrs. Sheng couldn't help but sigh when she heard Sheng Yanxuan's self-blame.
She had long warned Sheng Yanxuan not to play with fire, but Sheng Yanxuan refused to listen and the result was a tragedy. Now she knows she regrets it?
Old Mrs. Sheng looked at Sheng Yanxuan, who was emaciated on the hospital bed, and cursed angrily: "It's all your own fault. Now you know you regret it?"
Sheng Yanxuan coughed violently, covering his mouth and coughing violently.
"There is no one now, so there is no need for you to pretend in front of me, an old woman." Mrs. Sheng mistakenly thought that Sheng Yanxuan was still pretending to be sick to win her sympathy, so her tone became even worse.
"Cough cough cough..." Sheng Yanxuan's face turned red, his chest heaved violently, and his throat felt as if there was a stone blocked.
He covered his mouth with his hand and panted violently. He thought he had calmed down, but suddenly he coughed violently and started coughing hard again, even coughing up a trace of blood.
Blood flowed out from between the fingers, dripping on the white pillow, blooming with plum blossoms...
"What's wrong with you!?" Mrs. Sheng looked at Sheng Yanxuan who suddenly vomited blood in surprise. She hurriedly walked to Sheng Yanxuan to check his injuries, and waves of worry came over her.
She forcefully opened Sheng Yanxuan's hand and saw that the palm was full of black and red blood coughed up. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in fear: "What's going on with you? Why are you vomiting blood?"
The blood was so dark and red that it pricked her eyes. Mrs. Sheng felt her heart twitching in pain, and the scene where Sheng Yanxuan vomited blood appeared in her mind.
Looking at Sheng Yanxuan, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed weak and helpless as if he would die in the next second.
The blood at the corner of Sheng Yanxuan's mouth looked shocking on his paper-white face, spreading all the way to his neck and sliding down his neck.
Old Mrs. Sheng was so frightened that she trembled and rang the call bell quickly.
Soon, the doctor rushed to the ward.
Sheng Yanxuan had fallen into a semi-conscious state at this time. His lips were blue, his eyelids were droopy, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
After the doctor finished examining Sheng Yanxuan, he frowned and pondered for a moment, then turned to Mrs. Sheng beside him and said seriously: "We need to take the young master for a full-body examination."
Old Mrs. Sheng was still in a panic and had not yet recovered. She only reacted after hearing the doctor's words and nodded to show that she understood.
The nurses pushed Sheng Yanxuan's wheelchair as they passed Mrs. Sheng.
Sheng Yanxuan's hand held her clothes and said weakly: "Grandma..."
Although the sound was small but still clear, it pierced Old Mrs. Sheng's eardrums and made her heart shake violently. She looked at Sheng Yanxuan and felt sour and uncomfortable in her heart.
"You...what else can you do?" Mrs. Sheng gritted her teeth and tried her best to control her trembling voice.
Sheng Yanxuan saw his grandma nodding and showing a smile of relief. He released the hand holding Mrs. Sheng's sleeve, slowly relaxed his body, and closed his eyelids heavily...
Seeing her precious grandson being pushed into the examination room, Mrs. Sheng took a deep breath, turned around and sat on a stool nearby.
She stretched out her hand to rub her sore eyes, picked up the newspaper on the table and continued reading, but her eyes kept drifting towards the laboratory unconsciously, and she was worried.
The doctor conducted a detailed examination on Sheng Yanxuan and finally confirmed that Sheng Yanxuan had no external injuries and was only fainted due to excessive shock.
"Old madam, don't worry too much. The young master will recover in a few days and he will be fine." The doctor comforted him, and then ordered: "Remember, do not let the patient receive any further stimulation, otherwise the consequences will be more serious."
Old Mrs. Sheng hummed softly and waved her hand to indicate that they could leave. She stayed alone in the ward, upset.