Chapter 573 Hospital Interlude
Zhao Shuzhuo was also extremely anxious and followed closely behind Wang Jianguo. His heart was full of regret. If he had asked a few more questions in the morning and helped her solve some problems, perhaps this thrilling scene would not have happened.
The two of them ran quickly down the stairwell, their footsteps echoing in the narrow space, each step carrying concern and worry for a life.
At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds: they must stop her before tragedy strikes.
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo are kind-hearted and helpful young people. Whenever they see someone in trouble in the village, they are always the first to rush forward to help, never caring about personal gains and losses.
Now seeing this scene, he didn't hesitate at all, as if it was an instinctive reaction, and followed the woman to the rooftop.
The wind on the rooftop was very strong, whistling and ruffling their hair, but it could not blow away their determination to save people.
They looked around, anxiously searching for the woman, ready to give her a hand at the critical moment and save her from the brink of despair.
On the rooftop, a strong wind swept past, like the roar of an angry beast, making it almost impossible for people to stand.
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo rushed to the rooftop anxiously and saw the heart-wrenching scene at a glance.
I saw that the woman was already standing on the edge of the rooftop. Her feet seemed to be nailed there and she was on the verge of falling. If she took one more step forward, she would fall into the abyss from which there was no return.
At this moment, her figure looked even more fragile and slender, like a willow branch that could be broken at any time in the strong wind.
Her hair had long been blown into a mess by the strong wind, and a few strands of hair were flying wantonly around her pale cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
Tears gushed out of those big eyes like a flood that broke through a dam, continuously sliding down the cheeks and dripping onto the ground on the rooftop. They were instantly dried by the wind, leaving only faint tear marks.
Every tear seemed to carry the unspeakable pain and despair deep in her heart.
Zhao Shuzhuo's heart suddenly tightened when he saw this. He rushed forward without hesitation and stopped a few steps away from the woman, fearing that his reckless advance would scare her and make her do something more extreme.
He tried to make his voice sound gentle and caring, and quickly consoled:
"Comrade, don't be so depressed! Look, the world is so big, and there are so many wonderful things waiting for you. What's so difficult about it?"
"Tell us what you want, and we'll all work together to help you find a solution. There's strength in numbers, and there's nothing that can't be overcome. Why would you want to commit suicide?"
His eyes were full of sincerity and anxiety. He stared at the woman closely, trying to convey a hint of warmth and strength to her with his gaze.
Wang Jianguo also quickly followed, stood beside Zhao Shuzhuo, and looked at the woman with a serious expression.
He knew that the power of words was crucial at this moment, and he had to strike directly into the woman's heart in order to pull her back from the brink of death. After thinking for a moment, he loudly advised:
"Girl, think about it, death may seem like the easiest thing at this moment. Once you close your eyes, all your worries will be gone."
"But if you are not afraid of death, what else are you afraid of? You must have gone through a lot of hardships along the way, but those difficulties have not been able to defeat you."
"Can this little thing really stump you? Come down first, and let's talk it over. As long as you're willing to speak, we'll definitely help you solve the problem."
His voice was firm and powerful, still clearly audible amid the howling wind, and resounding through the rooftop like a huge bell, hoping to awaken the woman's will to survive.
The two men sang in unison, their eyes full of cherishment and worry for the woman's life. They only hoped that she could listen to their words, stay away from danger, and embrace life again.
At this moment, the wind on the rooftop was still howling, as if it was also waiting for the woman's response. The whole world seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the woman standing on the brink of life and death.
At this critical moment, the door to the rooftop was suddenly thrown open, and the director of the hospital came running over, his hair on his forehead soaked with sweat.
A few strands of hair stuck to his cheeks in a messy manner, and his chest heaved violently. It was obvious that he had been running all the way here without stopping for a moment.
He cast his eyes directly at the woman standing on the edge of the rooftop, swaying, and shouted anxiously:
"Xiaohua, come down first! Don't get excited, we'll discuss this slowly, don't do anything stupid!"
The voice was filled with anxiety and concern, as if afraid that the "little flower" trembling on the edge of the cliff would be scared off by accident.
The woman called Xiaohua trembled slightly when she heard the familiar call, as if she had briefly come back to her senses from the abyss of despair.
She turned her head and looked at the director with tearful eyes. Her tearful eyes were filled with endless sadness and helplessness. Her lips trembled as she cried and spoke heartbrokenly:
"Director, you know, I have lost my brother. He was one of the closest people to me in the world."
"When my brother passed away, he held my hand tightly, his eyes full of expectation. He used his last breath to tell me to take good care of my father."
At this point, Xiaohua's crying became more and more miserable, as if she wanted to vent all the pain that had accumulated over the past few days.
"But I didn't do it. I watched my father's condition getting worse day by day, but I was powerless to do anything. How could I live with dignity?"
She paused, raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, but the tears were like a flood that could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.
"My father is dying anyway, and I can't afford the medical expenses. What's the point of me living? I might as well go with him and save myself from suffering in this world..."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and she was almost choked with sobs when she spoke the last few words. Her body trembled violently with the ups and downs of her emotions, as if she would be swept into endless darkness by the strong wind in the next second.
The director listened to Xiaohua's crying, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of heartache. He took a small step forward, trying to get closer to Xiaohua, but was afraid of irritating her, so he could only stop where he was and said anxiously:
"Xiaohua, don't think like that. Things are not hopeless yet. We must have a way. Come down first, and we can think of a solution together, okay?"
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo also echoed the persuasion, and their eyes were also full of sympathy and concern for Xiaohua.
The three of them formed an invisible protective barrier, trying to pull Xiaohua back from the brink of death with warmth and hope.