Chapter 576 Worried about Yang Xiaohua
Yang Xiaohua's eyes were wide open, and her look was as empty as a bottomless dry well, without a glimmer of life or hope in them.
Her face was as pale as paper, her bloodless lips were slightly chapped, a few strands of hair were scattered messily on the pillow, and she looked haggard, as if all her energy had been drained out of her.
Zhao Shuzhuo looked at her like this with a frown on his face. He knew in his heart that she was now deeply trapped in the quagmire of despair and could not extricate herself.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke softly, his voice as gentle as the softest spring breeze, trying to awaken Yang Xiaohua's deep desire for life:
"Xiaohua, do you have a good friend? I'll ask her to come and keep you company."
He hoped that perhaps the company of her friends could help her regain some enthusiasm for life, even if it was just to temporarily dispel the gloom in her heart.
However, when Yang Xiaohua heard this, she just shook her head mechanically, her movements were slow and weak, and her eyes were still staring blankly at a certain point in front of her.
It seemed as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. She was immersed in her own dark and lonely world, and had no reaction to any external touch.
Zhao Shuzhuo's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, but he did not give up. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes becoming more focused and sincere, and he said again earnestly:
"You have to take good care of your injury, Xiaohua. Just think about it, when you are well, you can go take care of your father right away. You haven't visited him for so many days, he must be so lonely in the hospital bed and miss you so much."
He tried to use the string of family affection to touch Yang Xiaohua's heart, make her realize the meaning of her life, and rekindle her will to live.
Unfortunately, these words full of concern were like pebbles thrown into a bottomless abyss, without causing any ripples in Yang Xiaohua's heart.
Her eyes were still dull and distracted, as if shrouded in a thick fog. She turned a deaf ear to Zhao Shuzhuo's persuasion, and just immersed herself in endless sadness and despair. She lay motionless on the hospital bed, like a lifeless sculpture.
Zhao Shuzhuo looked at her, anxiously knowing that it would not be easy to pull Yang Xiaohua back from the brink of despair. He would have to find another way to untie her knot at a deeper level.
Inside the ward, the lights were dim, as if they were also infected by the depressing atmosphere.
Yang Xiaohua lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with empty and desperate eyes, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were cracked and chapped, a few strands of messy hair were scattered on the pillow, and she looked haggard and lifeless.
Zhao Shuzhuo sat on a chair beside the bed, frowning and staring at her with worry.
He knew very well that Yang Xiaohua at this moment was like a trapped beast that was injured and in desperate situation. If he could not help her dispel the haze in her heart in time.
Even if her physical injuries gradually improved, once the trauma deep in her heart erupted, she would most likely choose to commit suicide again and be completely swallowed by the darkness.
After much thought, Zhao Shuzhuo realized that he must get to the heart of the problem and find a glimmer of hope for Yang Xiaohua from the root in order to truly bring her back to the world.
The key lies in finding out the cost of the special medicine her father needs. Only by clarifying the "crux" of this problem can it be possible to mobilize all parties to help her solve the problem.
Having made up his mind, Zhao Shuzhuo slowly stood up, moving gently and cautiously, for fear of disturbing Yang Xiaohua who was immersed in pain.
He patted the corners of his clothes gently, looked around the ward, and after confirming that everything was fine, he walked towards the door with heavy but firm steps.
After leaving the ward, the hospital corridor was long and silent, and the pale light stretched his shadow.
Zhao Shuzhuo asked for information along the way, his steps hurried but slightly hesitant, and with every step he took, he felt more uneasy.
After much difficulty, he finally found the hospital director's office.
Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath, raised his hand to tidy up his slightly messy hair, and patted his cheek lightly, trying to make himself look more calm and confident, then raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.
"Please come in."
The director's slightly tired voice came from inside the room.
Zhao Shuzhuo pushed open the door and saw that the room was filled with all kinds of documents and materials. Medical records were piled up on the desk. The director was sitting behind the desk, brows furrowed, deep in thought over a medical record.
Seeing Zhao Shuzhuo coming in, the director raised his head, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly recognized him and quickly stood up and greeted him:
"It's you, young man, what do you want from me?"
Zhao Shuzhuo bowed slightly, forced a smile on his face, greeted politely, and then spoke a little awkwardly:
"Director, hello. I'm the one who helped dissuade Yang Xiaohua on the rooftop. Do you remember me? I've been feeling anxious all the way here."
"I always feel that if I want to completely help Yang Xiaohua out of her predicament, I have to first find out how much the special medicine her father is using costs."
"After all, only when we know the specific situation can we see if we can think of other solutions, right? So I came here today just to ask you about this matter."
As he spoke, he looked at the director sincerely, his eyes full of sincerity and eagerness, hoping that the director could understand his painstaking efforts and give him help.
After hearing what he said, the director sighed heavily, a helpless look on his face, slowly sat back in his chair, and motioned Zhao Shuzhuo to sit down as well.
Before Zhao Shuzhuo could even sit down, the director spoke enthusiastically:
"Young man, I understand how you feel. We all want to help Xiaohua. To be honest, thanks to you guys for stopping her on the rooftop in time. If something really happened, the consequences would be disastrous! How is Yang Xiaohua now?"
His words were full of concern for Yang Xiaohua and gratitude to Zhao Shuzhuo and others.
Zhao Shuzhuo leaned forward slightly, his face full of sincerity and eagerness, his eyes locked on Director Zhou, his tone revealed an unquestionable firmness, and he replied to Director Zhou:
"Director, you see, this is really the key reason why I rushed to you in such a hurry. We all witnessed the life-and-death catastrophe that Yang Xiaohua experienced."
"Her determined and helpless look as she stood on the edge of the rooftop is still like a heavy hammer hitting my heart, making me feel distressed."
Zhao Shuzhuo paused, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then said:
"I just came out of her ward. The scene was really distressing. Xiaohua looked like she had lost her soul, staring straight at the ceiling."
"His eyes were so empty that he seemed to be able to see into another world. His face was pale and bloodless, his lips were cracked and his hair was messy."
"She has no reaction to anything around her. Saying anything to her is like throwing a stone into a bottomless pit. It doesn't make any splash. She has absolutely no desire to live."