Chapter 614 Yang Xiaohua Kneels
Wang Jianguo deftly sorted the books and documents that Secretary Dong read every day into a book and tied it up carefully with ropes.
Grandma Dong carefully folded Secretary Dong's clothes one by one and put them into her bag.
Secretary Huang was sharp-eyed and noticed that the water cup on the bedside table had not been put away, so he quickly took it, wiped it clean, and put it in the luggage.
The three people had clear division of labor, coordinated well, and moved quickly and orderly.
After a while, Secretary Dong's things in the ward were put away cleanly and neatly.
At the end of the slightly depressing corridor of the hospital, Wang Jianguo stood alone, like a solidified statue.
The light from above shone palely, making his worried face even clearer.
His brows were furrowed, with a deep furrow between his brows, and his eyes revealed endless entanglement and struggle.
His lips trembled slightly from time to time, as if he was silently engaging in a fierce inner debate.
Time passed by minute by minute, and occasionally the hurried footsteps of medical staff and the rhythmic sound of cart wheels could be heard in the corridor, breaking the silence for a moment before quickly returning to calm.
Wang Jianguo just stood there motionless, with all kinds of thoughts constantly churning through his mind.
Secretary Dong was discharged from the hospital, which was comforting news. However, the current complicated situation made it extremely difficult to convey this news.
Yang Xiaohua is still bedridden, extremely weak, and Zhao Shuzhuo is staying by her side.
At this critical juncture, would the news of Secretary Dong's discharge from the hospital cause new trouble for them? Would it make the already heavy atmosphere even worse?
However, concealing the truth is not a solution, and Wang Jianguo knew this very well. After a long and painful period of deliberation, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his head slightly, took a long breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
He knew clearly that as a key figure, Zhao Shuzhuo had the right to know Secretary Dong's recent situation, even if the news might shock him for a while.
So, Wang Jianguo took heavy steps and slowly walked towards Yang Xiaohua's ward.
Along the way, his steps were slow, and each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, forming a sharp contrast with the hurried pace around him.
As he passed by one ward after another, the slight coughs and low conversations coming from inside were like thorns, piercing his increasingly sensitive heart.
Finally, he arrived at Yang Xiaohua's ward. The door was half-open, not completely closed, and a dim light shone through the crack.
Wang Jianguo subconsciously slowed down his breathing, lightened his footsteps, and approached carefully like a cautious cat approaching its prey.
Before he actually stepped into the ward, he heard a slight noise. He leaned slightly and peeked inside through the crack in the door.
In the ward, Zhao Shuzhuo's tall and slightly tired figure came into view. He had his back to the door, his broad shoulders slumped slightly, as if he was carrying too much pressure.
At this moment, he was concentrating on helping Yang Xiaohua stand up, his hands firmly around her slender and fragile shoulders.
Yang Xiaohua looked haggard. Her once shiny black hair was now scattered messily on the pillow. A few strands of hair stuck wetly to her paper-pale cheeks, making her look even more pale.
Her eyes were sunken, her look was empty and dull, and her hospital gown was loose on her body, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
Zhao Shuzhuo's movements were extremely gentle, and every subtle adjustment was full of concern and care, for fear of hurting her.
Seeing this scene, Wang Jianguo's heart suddenly tightened and his eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.
He raised his hand and paused in the air for a long time, his fingers slightly curled, and finally, he knocked gently on the door a few times.
The knock on the door was as light as the first snow falling in winter, blending silently into the air.
Then he slowly pushed open the door, and the door hinges made a slight creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the silent ward.
Wang Jianguo took one step at a time, his footsteps very lightly, as if he was stepping on fragile glass instead of the ground, for fear of disturbing the couple in the house who had suffered so much.
He walked slowly into the ward. The pungent smell of disinfectant hit him in the face, mixed with the fatigue and sadness emanating from the two people in the room, making Wang Jianguo's already heavy mood even more depressed.
He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be choked by something. He didn't know how to break the deadlock for a moment. He just stood there quietly, watching everything in front of him.
Zhao Shuzhuo was helping Yang Xiaohua adjust her sitting position. He inadvertently raised his eyes and glanced towards the door.
When he saw that the person coming was Wang Jianguo, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness. He quickly stood up and greeted him, saying anxiously:
"Jianguo, you're here just in time!"
As he spoke, he pulled Wang Jianguo a few steps closer to the bed, his face full of gratitude and relief.
"I just told Xiaohua about your hard work in finding the medicine. You don't know that Xiaohua couldn't sit still after hearing it. She insisted on going to thank you in person right now."
Following Zhao Shuzhuo's guidance, Wang Jianguo turned his gaze to Yang Xiaohua lying on the hospital bed.
She looked extremely haggard. Her originally round face was now so thin that her cheekbones were prominent. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent and bloodless, and her lips were dry and cracked.
Her long black hair was now scattered messily on the pillow, with a few strands still stuck to her sweaty forehead.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and the tears were swirling in her eye sockets, as if they would burst out at any time and flood the ward full of suffering.
After hearing what Zhao Shuzhuo said, she seemed to be injected with a powerful force. Regardless of her physical weakness, she propped herself up with trembling hands and moved her legs towards the edge of the bed.
With a "thump", a dull and heart-wrenching sound broke the brief silence in the ward.
Yang Xiaohua actually knelt straight on the ground, her knees hitting the cold, hard ground, making a sound that was unbearable to listen to.
She raised her tear-stained face and looked at Wang Jianguo, her voice choking with sobs as she spoke with every word she said:
"Brother Wang, thank you. We met by chance, but you were willing to lend a helping hand to save my father when I was most desperate. I really... I really can't repay you for this great kindness!"
At this point, she was already sobbing, her shoulders were shaking violently, and her hands were tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, as if that was her last support.
After a brief pause, she seemed to feel that words were still not enough to express her inner gratitude, so, like a chick pecking at rice, she knocked her forehead heavily on the ground again and again.
Every knock was like a heavy hammer hitting Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo's hearts. The dull sound of kowtows echoed in the ward, accompanied by Yang Xiaohua's suppressed sobs, which made people feel heartbroken.
The ground was gradually soaked by her tears, and that small stain of water reflected the most sincere gratitude of a helpless girl.