Chapter 606 Back to the Hospital
Chapter 606 Return to the Hospital
Wang Jianguo on the side looked like a sculpture shrouded in sorrow, with his brows tightly furrowed. The deep "Chuan" character between his eyebrows seemed to be carved with a chisel and could not be smoothed out.
His eyes were deep and solemn, like a bottomless pool of cold water, full of worry and thoughts.
At this moment, he was thinking about how to pass on the key news that he had obtained the medicine with great difficulty to Zhao Shuzhuo and Secretary Dong as soon as possible.
That medicine was a life-saving straw, and it might determine the life and death of Yang Xiaohua's father and Zhao Shuzhuo's lifelong happiness. Any delay might put his friend in dire straits. The heavy responsibility weighed on him so much that he could hardly breathe.
Driven by this anxious mood, his steps unconsciously became faster and faster, and he almost bumped into Zhao Dakuo who was floating in front of him several times.
Before they knew it, they came to a fork in the road.
Beside the intersection, an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves stood quietly, and its lush branches and leaves rustled in the breeze, as if whispering the stories of passers-by, or as if sighing at the subtle atmosphere between the two people.
Wang Jianguo stopped his hurried steps, turned his head and looked at Zhao Dakuo, forcing a smile on his face, trying to make his voice sound natural and friendly:
"Brother Zhao, look, it's getting late. My sister-in-law must have prepared hot meals at home and is eagerly waiting for you to come back."
"If you come back a little later, your sister-in-law will be worried. Let's separate here. I have to go to the hospital immediately. I have a friend who is lying alone in the hospital bed. I really can't let him go."
As he spoke, Wang Jianguo's eyes revealed genuine anxiety. He raised his right hand and pointed to one of the paths leading to the hospital, indicating the direction he was about to go.
In fact, after all this trouble, especially the dealings with Zhao Dakuo on the issue of kickbacks, he felt more and more uncomfortable being with Zhao Dakuo and just wanted to get rid of this depressing and embarrassing atmosphere as soon as possible.
Moreover, he was truly worried about the situation in the hospital and wanted to fly over immediately to see it with his own eyes so that he could calm his anxious heart.
Zhao Dakuo had already secured the money at this moment, and his joy was still not over. Naturally, he didn't care where Wang Jianguo went.
Hearing Wang Jianguo's words, the originally bright smile on his face paused slightly, and a barely perceptible reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.
He cleared his throat and said in a calm tone, as if he was explaining trivial matters to a stranger:
"Okay then. I'll go back first. Also, your room fee is due, remember to renew it."
There was not a single ups and downs in his tone, nor was there any of the usual warmth or concern, as if Wang Jianguo standing in front of him was just an ordinary tenant who had nothing to do with him.
Wang Jianguo had long been unhappy with Zhao Dakuo's utilitarianism, and when he heard this, he felt an indescribable disappointment in his heart.
He bit his lower lip, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing, expressing his dissatisfaction with silence.
After a moment, he nodded slightly, as if saying a brief farewell to their past friendship, then turned around and walked quickly towards the hospital without looking back.
His shadow was stretched out in the afterglow of the moonlight, lonely yet determined, as if carrying countless hardships and helplessness.
Zhao Dakuo stood there, looking in the direction where Wang Jianguo left. He stared thoughtfully for a while before turning around and walking slowly towards home.
The back figure also revealed a sense of loneliness. Perhaps he also realized that this short friendship that was caused by interests has quietly come to an end at this moment.
Wang Jianguo hurried to the hospital with excitement and anxiety in his heart.
At this time, the night had already wrapped the entire city tightly like a huge piece of black silk, and everything was silent.
Only the few street lights in the hospital, emitting a dim glow, flickered stubbornly in the darkness, adding a bit of loneliness and mystery to the silent night.
As he stepped into the hospital gate, a familiar smell of disinfectant hit him in the face. Normally, this smell always made Wang Jianguo feel a little depressed.
But at this moment, he didn't care at all and was completely immersed in his own joy.
He walked along the long corridor. The tile floor under his feet glowed with a cool light and made a slight "tapping" sound under the light.
The sound was particularly clear in the silent night, as if it was an external echo of his anxious mood.
The hospital corridor was eerily quiet. The white walls on both sides of the deserted aisle looked even paler under the light.
The health posters occasionally posted on the wall seemed to be frozen at this moment, without their former vividness.
Wang Jianguo was so busy sharing his joy of getting the medicine with everyone that the surprised expressions of Zhao Shuzhuo and Secretary Dong when they heard the news kept appearing in his mind, so much so that he completely forgot that it was already late at night.
The patients, their families and even the medical staff in the hospital have all fallen asleep tiredly, enjoying this rare rest time.
When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the middle of the corridor of the ward area. It was so quiet around him that he could hear a pin drop.
He subconsciously slowed down his pace, quickly scanning the closed ward doors, thinking to himself:
It would be inappropriate to knock on the door to wake everyone up at this time, and it might even disturb other patients who are resting.
So, he sighed softly, with a little helplessness and loss, and slowly walked to the long bench at the end of the corridor.
The bench looked a bit old, and the green paint had peeled off a lot, revealing the mottled wood texture underneath. Wang Jianguo didn't hesitate at all and lay down on it with his clothes on.
He first lay down on his side, put one arm under his head, and tried to find a relatively comfortable position.
But this hard stool was no match for the bed at home, and after a while, he felt uncomfortable all over.
But even so, the joy in his heart still did not dissipate, but was slowly wrapped up by fatigue in this silent night.
He closed his eyes slightly, his mind still recalling everything that happened today.
Wang Jianguo slowly lay down on the cold and hard bench in the hospital corridor with his clothes on.
All night long, he was like a headless fly, running blindly in the shadows of the city.
In order to find the black market and buy the much-needed life-saving medicine, he followed Zhao Dakuo through the narrow, dark and intricate alleys.
The alleys were filled with a damp and moldy smell, the walls were covered with moss, and the stone pavement under his feet was bumpy and uneven. He walked with one deep step and one shallow step.