Chapter 578 Persuading Yang Xiaohua
Zhao Shuzhuo saw Wang Jianguo's anxious face, his eyes full of doubts and worries, and asked anxiously before he even stood firm. He waved his hands and shook his head quickly, as if to shake off all the worries in Wang Jianguo's heart. He said:
"Oh, no, no, don't make blind guesses. It's...it's about Yang Xiaohua."
At this point, Zhao Shuzhuo paused for a moment, an indescribable bitterness appeared on his face. He raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling of the corridor, as if he was trying his best to suppress the helplessness and powerlessness in his heart, and then said:
"I just went to see Director Zhou to see if I could get some information from him about Yang Xiaohua's father's condition. I thought that since we have intervened in this matter, we must see it through to the end and help Xiaohua solve this urgent problem. But who knew..."
Zhao Shuzhuo sighed softly, and his voice became a little deeper.
"Director Zhou said that he really had no way to resolve the issue of Yang Xiaohua's father. The hospital has done everything it could, and has not left out any of the fees that should be waived."
"But the special medicine for her father's illness is not only ridiculously expensive, but also only available in the army. Even if we try every possible means to get the medicine, the condition may not improve. Alas, this matter is too tricky, we have to think of a solution."
At the end, Zhao Shuzhuo patted Wang Jianguo on the shoulder, as if to comfort himself or to encourage him:
"It's okay, let's go, let's go back to Xiaohua first."
The two walked slowly along the corridor side by side, each with their own thoughts, and their steps were not as brisk as when they came. Soon, they arrived at the door of Yang Xiaohua's ward.
When I opened the door, the ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with a slightly depressing atmosphere.
The sunlight shone through the window onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadows, but it did not dispel the gloom in the ward at all.
Wang Jianguo was the first to walk into the ward. He gently placed the bags in his hands on the table beside him, trying to be as gentle as possible for fear of disturbing Yang Xiaohua who was immersed in pain.
Then, he carefully placed the dishes on the table one by one. The steam from the food rose up and instantly filled the air, bringing a hint of homely flavor.
However, Yang Xiaohua still lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty and lifeless eyes. She seemed to have heard nothing of Wang Jianguo's actions and did not react at all.
Seeing this, Wang Jianguo frowned slightly, and a hint of imperceptible anxiety flashed in his eyes.
He pulled a chair over and sat down beside Yang Xiaohua's bed. He leaned forward slightly, fixed his eyes on Yang Xiaohua, and said earnestly:
"Comrade Xiaohua, I know you are suffering right now and that life is difficult. Everyone can understand that. Look, it's not easy for anyone these days. Every family has its own problems, and it's difficult here in the hospital, too."
As he spoke, Wang Jianguo turned his head slightly and looked around the ward, as if looking for some evidence that could prove the hospital's difficulties. He then continued:
"When I went to the cafeteria to get food just now, I ran into Aunt Liu from the cafeteria, and she chatted with me for a while. Guess what? She said that the hospital even waived the money for your father's sick meal, which is not a small amount of money."
"Since your father was hospitalized, the hospital has provided for his three meals a day and has not asked you for a penny. What does this prove? It proves that the hospital sincerely wants to help you and has tried its best."
Wang Jianguo's voice rose slightly, as if to emphasize the point, or as if to attract Yang Xiaohua's attention.
After a pause, Wang Jianguo's tone softened a little, but his eyes remained firm. He continued:
"Let me say something unpleasant, Xiaohua. If you continue to make a scene in the hospital, it will really put the hospital in an unfair position."
"Think about it, the hospital has done so much for you, and everyone is worried about your father's illness. If you still don't care and do something extreme, how will others view you?"
"We should be conscientious and grateful. Think about it carefully. You should have an idea of what to do about this matter."
After saying that, Wang Jianguo sat there quietly, staring at Yang Xiaohua without blinking, hoping that she would respond, even if it was just a slight change in expression.
Wang Jianguo's earnest words were like sharp blades, piercing straight into the softest and most vulnerable part of Yang Xiaohua's heart.
She lay on the bed, her originally lifeless eyes suddenly filled with tears, the tears first rolled around in her eye sockets, as if accumulating strength to burst out.
Then, like a flood breaking through a dam, it surged out of her eyes and rolled down her paper-pale cheeks.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but was choked by the grief that was stuck in her throat. She could only let the tears flow freely. After a while, a large area of the pillowcase was soaked. Anyone who saw her like that would feel heartbroken.
Zhao Shuzhuo, who had been standing nearby and observing silently, had a full view of Yang Xiaohua's every move.
He saw her tears falling down her cheeks one after another like pearls from a broken string. Each one seemed to carry her endless pain and despair, hitting Zhao Shuzhuo's heart.
Zhao Shuzhuo's heart suddenly tightened, and a strong feeling of pity instantly surged in his heart. He really couldn't bear to watch any longer.
So, he quietly moved closer to Wang Jianguo, gently pinched a corner of Wang Jianguo's sleeve with his fingers, and pulled it carefully. At the same time, he signaled to Wang Jianguo with his eyes: Stop talking.
There was heartache for Yang Xiaohua in his eyes, but also a hint of resentment towards Wang Jianguo, complaining that his words were too blunt and sharp, and that he did not take into account Yang Xiaohua's fragile mental state at the moment.
Wang Jianguo received Zhao Shuzhuo's signal and was slightly stunned. Then he understood what he meant and stopped talking.
Seeing this, Zhao Shuzhuo hurriedly grabbed Wang Jianguo's arm and tiptoed towards the ward door, fearing to disturb Yang Xiaohua who was immersed in grief.
The two men's footsteps were very light, making almost no sound, just as cautious as they had been when they came in.
As soon as they walked out of the ward, the pale light in the corridor immediately poured down on the two of them.
Zhao Shuzhuo let go of Wang Jianguo's arm, frowned slightly, with a little dissatisfaction on his face, and said to Wang Jianguo:
"Jianguo, what you said just now was really too harsh. Look at Xiaohua, she is just a little girl, and she has experienced so much misfortune."
"Her mother died early, her brother was sacrificed, and her father was seriously ill. Her psychological defenses were already extremely fragile."
"How can she bear so much at once? How can she accept it when you put it so bluntly?"