Chapter 572 Who wants to jump off the building?

Chapter 572 Who wants to jump off the building?

She raised her hand in panic and rubbed the tears still hanging on her cheeks with the back of her hand. The action was a bit anxious and embarrassed, as if she wanted to hide this vulnerable side as soon as possible.

Then, she raised her chin slightly, tried to squeeze out a slightly far-fetched smile, and said to Zhao Shuzhuo:

"Comrade, thank you for your concern. I... I'm fine."

But her crying voice and slightly trembling lips clearly told her that something was wrong.

Zhao Shuzhuo was full of suspicion and was about to ask if he could help. After all, it was so early in the morning and a girl was crying so sadly, it must not be a trivial matter.

But before he could organize his words, the woman turned around like a frightened deer and hurried away in quick steps.

Her figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell.

Zhao Shuzhuo looked in the direction she left, was stunned for a moment, sighed helplessly, and thought to himself.

This girl obviously didn't want anyone to know about her troubles. If I asked her rashly, it might make her even more embarrassed, so I had to give up for now.

He turned around, bent down to pick up the lunch box on the steps, gently patted the non-existent dust on the lid, and after confirming again that the food was not spilled, he walked steadily towards Secretary Dong's ward.

When I pushed open the door of the ward, a warm feeling hit me in the face. The lights in the ward were bright, illuminating every corner clearly and brightly.

Secretary Dong was half lying on the bed with a newspaper in his hand. When he heard the door open, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Shuzhuo with a smile.

Wang Jianguo was sitting on a chair beside the bed, quietly discussing the subsequent construction plan of the brick factory with Secretary Dong. Both of their faces were filled with longing for the future.

Zhao Shuzhuo walked forward, put the lunch box on the small table beside the bed, and said to Secretary Dong with a smile:

"Secretary Dong, the meal is here. Today's food looks pretty good. Please eat it while it's hot."

Secretary Dong put down the newspaper and responded with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhao."

As he said this, he was about to get up. Seeing this, Wang Jianguo hurriedly got up to help, helped Secretary Dong sit up straight, and carefully put a pillow behind him so that he could eat comfortably.

The three of them sat around the small table and ate quietly. Secretary Dong ate very slowly, chewing every bite carefully, as if he was savoring the food or thinking about something important.

Wang Jianguo would look up at Secretary Dong from time to time, his eyes full of concern, and occasionally he would pick up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into Secretary Dong's bowl, saying:

"Secretary Dong, please eat more. Your health is very important."

Zhao Shuzhuo ate in silence, but he was still thinking about the woman he met down the stairs just now. Her pitiful appearance was always lingering in his mind.

He secretly decided that if he met her again, he would ask her clearly to see if he could help.

For a moment, there was only the slight clinking of tableware in the ward. The three of them were immersed in this moment of tranquility, enjoying this hard-earned warm time and accumulating strength for the busy day that was about to begin.

In the ward, warm yellow light slowly sprinkled down, gently enveloping the figures of Secretary Dong, Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo.

The food on the table was still emitting wisps of steam, which rose up, adding a sense of warmth and tranquility to this small space.

However, this peace and tranquility did not last long. Just when they had not even finished half of their meal, a sharp, piercing, bustling noise suddenly broke through the tightly closed door of the ward and rushed in like a surging tide.

The originally quiet space was instantly broken. The chopsticks in Secretary Dong's hand shook violently, his brows furrowed, and a trace of worry and confusion appeared on his face.

Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo glanced at each other quickly, and a spark of alertness instantly ignited in their eyes. They both stood up from their seats almost at the same time, and the legs of their chairs rubbed violently against the ground, making a heart-wrenching sound.

Then they took big strides and rushed to the door like arrows, eager to find out what had happened and why the noise so abruptly broke the tranquility that should have existed in the hospital.

The two opened the door and saw the corridor was crowded with people, in a mess. The medical staff were panicking, running back and forth in a hurry, holding the medical records tightly in their hands, as if that was their only lifeline.

The patients and their families were whispering and pointing, their faces filled with fear and curiosity.

Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo followed the panicked gaze of the crowd, hurried all the way, and hurriedly turned into the stairwell that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

As soon as they stepped into the stairwell, the scene before them made their hearts tighten instantly, as if they were being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

The woman Zhao Shuzhuo met in the morning was now slumped on the cold, hard concrete floor, desperately pulling her shiny black pigtail with both hands. The originally neat pigtail had been pulled into a mess by her.

Tears poured out of her big eyes like a flood, and every tear seemed to carry endless sorrow and despair.

Her body was shaking violently, and she seemed to be caught in an inescapable nightmare, enduring tremendous pain and suffering that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Opposite her stood a middle-aged man in a neat white coat with a slightly stern and serious expression. He looked like an authoritative director in the hospital.

The woman cried heartbreakingly, gasping for breath, and cried to the man with all her might:

"Director, I really have no other choice! Please save my father. He is my only relative in this world. Without him, I will be left alone."

When she said this, her crying became more miserable. She was choked with sobs and could hardly speak. It was as if her throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

"If my father can't be saved, then I won't live either. I'm going to jump off the building right now!"

The decisive words burst out from her trembling lips, like thunder, echoing in the narrow stairwell, making people shudder.

Then, as if driven by a desperate force, she suddenly got up from the ground and ran to the hospital rooftop desperately.

Her steps were staggering, her hair was flying in the wind, and she was like a frightened bird that was injured and in desperate situation, panicked and helpless.

Wang Jianguo's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he shouted:

"not good!".

Without hesitation, he ran after her, shouting:

"Girl, don't be impulsive! We can discuss anything!"

His voice was loud and urgent, echoing in the stairwell, hoping to penetrate the woman's desperate heart.