Mu Xiangqing was horrified to find that the instrument that detected Mo Yang's heartbeat actually pulled a ruthless straight line and buzzed loudly!
"No, this is impossible! It's me who's dreaming! It's my tinnitus that's ringing in my ears!"
Mu Xiangqing covered her ears desperately with both hands. She didn't want to hear this harsh sound! She was afraid to face this cruel reality!
"How could this happen? How could this happen!"
Just when Mu Xiangqing was at a loss, the door was suddenly pushed open!
Mu Ming left in a hurry just now and left his mobile phone in the ward, so he had to return!
But Mu Ming didn't expect that when he pushed the door open, he heard a harsh sound!
"Brother! Turn off that machine! It's broken! It's broken!"
Mu Xiangqing rushed towards Mu Ming frantically!
Mu Ming's eyes widened and he looked at the heartbeat monitor in disbelief!
"this?"
"I don't know what's going on. I fainted just now and it's like this as soon as I wake up! Yangyang will be fine. The machine must be broken! Right?"
Looking at Mu Xiangqing's pale face, Mu Ming felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet!
He slowly walked towards Mo Yang, gently stretched out his hand, and gently placed it in front of his nose with trembling fingers!
Mu Ming's hand shook! He didn't believe it. He was obviously fine when he left, so why did he suddenly become like this?
Then he put two fingers on Mo Yang's pulse. It was so cold!
Mo Yang's body is actually cold?! There is no pulse at all!
Just as Mu Ming was about to say something, his eyelids suddenly twitched!
He saw that the lid of a large thermos bottle on the bedside was pressed against the oxygen tube inserted into Mo Yang's nostril?!
Could it be that it’s because of the cover?!
"Where did this come from?" Hearing Mu Ming's question, Mu Xiangqing stared blankly.
"This? Thermos pot? Chicken soup! It's Lu Xiaoxiao, she came right after you left! She made me chicken soup because she saw how hard I worked in bed!"
Mu Ming's face darkened and his eyes quickly turned, "Chicken soup? The thermos is obviously empty!"
Mu Ming was right. The silver thermos was lying on the ground, with a yellow mark on the carpet!
Mu Xiangqing said tremblingly, "I was angry! She said that Mo Yu had never loved me. She said that Mo Yu only loved Mu Xiangwan's shadow! I was angry and threw the thermos!"
"When did you fall? How did you fall?"
"After Lu Xiaoxiao left, I couldn't get angry with her anymore. I felt sick just looking at her chicken soup, and then I threw it down, and then I fainted..."
As Mu Xiangqing spoke, the live playback replayed her actions just now, but as she spoke, she suddenly became silent!
Mu Xiangqing looked at her arms waving in the air in horror. Following the direction of her arms, she turned to look at Mo Yang on the hospital bed!
"Is it me?! Did I knock the lid off the thermos? It was me!"
Mu Xiangqing finally realized that it was her impulse that caused a tragedy!
"Yangyang? Yangyang!" Mu Xiangqing rushed towards Mo Yang crazily, picked up Mo Yang's thin body, and cried bitterly in her arms!
"Baby, wake up, look at mommy! I am mommy! I am your mommy! Yangyang, my child! My child——!"
Mu Ming pressed Mu Xiangqing hard and forcefully pulled Mu Xiangqing away!
Mu Xiangqing collapsed at this moment. She was like a kite with a broken string, no direction, no traction, no hope, swaying and drifting in the cold wind!
"It was me who killed my child! It was me who killed Yangyang!"
Mu Ming carefully laid Mo Yang down on the bed. When he looked back, Mu Xiangqing had collapsed on the ground, his eyes were dull and the corners of his mouth were twitching!
"Qing'er! Qing'er!"
Mu Ming knelt in front of Mu Xiangqing, shaking her shoulders vigorously with both hands!
"Yangyang was not killed by you! He was killed by Lu Xiaoxiao! It was Lu Xiaoxiao!"
Mu Xiangqing looked at Mu Ming blankly, "Nothing! Nothing is gone! Mo Yu doesn't love me! Yangyang is gone too! I have nothing! Nothing is gone—!"
Hearing Mu Xiangqing's frantic yelling, Mu Ming had to cover her mouth with his palm, "Don't shout! Calm down!"
Mu Xiangqing pushed Mu Ming away with all her strength, and cried angrily, "How do you want me to calm down? My Yangyang is dead! He is dead——! How do you want me to calm down! It's all you! You were the one who insisted on it back then.
I am his mother, and now I regard him as my own child, but he died like this! He was killed! How do you want me to calm down?!"
Mu Ming got up from the ground, stood in front of Mu Xiangqing and yelled sternly!
"If you can wake up Yangyang by crying like this, then you can continue to cry! Even without today's accident, Yangyang would not be able to wake up! He has become a vegetative state! As long as he still has breath, he will be alive.
Such torture! For him, isn’t this a relief?!”
Mu Xiangqing looked at Mu Ming speechlessly, tears streaming down her face.
My heart hurts so much! The mother who lost her child is so hurt that she forgets how to cry!
Mu Ming is actually right! Although what he said is too explicit! But what he said is the truth!
Now Mo Yang is like this, life is worse than death! Even Nangong Xiang was helpless after looking at it. He looked at Mo Yang's medical records, checked Mo Yang's body comprehensively, then frowned and left. He said he was going
Travel to the United States to find the research plan of his former medical professor!
Mu Xiangqing was very grateful to Nangong Xiang for her help at the critical moment, but she understood that Nangong Xiang was not a god. Mo Yu had already found the best doctor in the country, and they unanimously concluded that he would never wake up!
This torture of the living dead is even worse than killing yourself!
Mu Xiangqing fell softly on the carpet. Her eyes were hazy, and she seemed to see Mo Yang's figure, and she seemed to see Mu Xiangwan's smile.
Wan'er, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for Yangyang!
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Mo Yang's childish shouts suddenly reached Mu Xiangqing's ears!
"Yangyang? Yang-yang-!"
Mu Xiangqing murmured the last few words and finally passed out!
In the quiet ward, the harsh voice kept screaming, making Mu Ming's heart feel as if a knife had stabbed him!
He slowly walked towards the heartbeat monitor, slowly bent down, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the latch inserted into the power strip!
A black screen! A living life ended like this!
When Mu Ming hugged Mu Xiangqing and walked out of the room, he had already used a towel to wipe clean all the places where fingerprints might be left!
Mu Ming knew clearly that Mo Yang was dead, and paper could not contain the fire. This matter would be exposed sooner or later!
That being the case, why not make a fuss about it!