'ling~'

The breeze was blowing lightly, and the morning sun infiltrated into the dark room through the violet curtains. It was vaguely visible that something like a rice dumpling was squirming.

A small white hand waved a ruthless slap, ending the pitiful scream of Mr. Alarm Clock on the head of the bed. She stretched a lot and sat up from the bed, losing for a while, then realize that she was the only one in the room.

"Oh...it's...."Yu Ruoling silently moved her mouth.

She want to go to the hospital.

After quickly washing up, she sat in the living room on the first floor and ate the loving breakfast that her grandmother buying from the breakfast shop.

While eating, Yu Ruoling suddenly felt a little sad. She put down the milk tea in her hand and glanced at the upstairs bathroom that was still closed. A tear fell down her cheek.

She thought, she really doesn't want to go to school at all, she really wants to go to the hospital to accompany her brother. Anyway, after the teacher's teaching, she can review by herself. Can't she ask for leave today？She is not a class assistant, nor a group leader, no one will need her.

Rubbing her eyes rudely with her sleeves, Yu Ruoling endured the irritation of her eyes, picking up the steamed buns on the table and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Grandma is coming down."

Sure enough, the bathroom door opened with a "click" sound. She heard her aunt say that her hearing is 1.2 times that of ordinary people, and she can easily hear any sound that others think is very low.

But even so...

Yu Ruoling quickly put the breakfast into the lunch bag, taking a few deep breaths and make sure that her voice was absolutely stable, then she shouted.

"I'm going to school！"And then ran out of the house at the speed of light....

She still couldn't help it. It wasn't that she didn't dare to cry, but she didn't dare to cry at home. Because she couldn't make them worry. Because she was the eldest daughter in the family. Because someone had to be brave every time her brother got sick....

Yu Ruoling deliberately chose a remote alley to walk. She looked up at the surroundings and the sky, thinking of her second wish this morning.

"I really wish I had a pair of big wings. So I could fly...to the..."

*

ICU.

In the Brain Intensive Care Unit of Kaohsiung Hospital, one by one life sign monitors are earnestly carrying out their most important tasks.

Now is not the time to open to visit family members. So here is very quiet. The "beeps" sound sounded like cannonballs in the hearts of every nurse.

This is the place to tug-of-war with the god of death to grab the soul. The angels in white robes are all tense and pay attention to all emergencies.

Especially the patients in 5B03 and 5B07.

In room 03 is an old man who has been there for two days. A severe Cerebral Hemorrhage forced him to be transferred from the general. His children signed the consent form for giving up first aid yesterday. Once the condition worsens, they will be on standby to a extubation.

Well, 07 was a bit special. When he was sent in, they even heard the seniors say that he may be the youngest extremely severe patient in the history of this hospital's brain department.

At first, they didn't believe it very much, but when they saw with their own eyes that the small body was filled with pipes of various sizes, which was pushed in his body, their whole heart could not help softening.

Many of the so-called dreams of medical staff are to save people. They want to save people, and cure them. No matter the degree, they would rather not sleep or eat to snatch a life from death.

One of the nurses may be for the first time to see such a small patient, she weeps while checking the instruments for Yu Ruohao.

'Beep beep...'

The nearest nurse rushed in first, but she could only watch helplessly as his Coma Index dropped from 5 to 3.

She weakly put down her hand and sighed deeply.

'This brother's parent..., maybe... , should be mentally prepared.'She thought.

She shook her head heavily at her colleagues, not surprisingly seeing pairs of disappointing eyes. The only thing she couldn't overcome with her colleagues who watched life and death together and tried their best to fight for others lives, was seeing the extremely sad and tragic scene of the white-hair sending the black-hair.

Ji Xiaoru flipped through Yu Ruohao's medical records in her hand, but her eyes frequently glanced at the "Notice of Critical Illness" on the desk.

At 15:30 in the afternoon, when the time came, the anxious family members put on light green isolation gowns and walked quickly into the Intensive Care Unit.

The atmosphere was quite discordant.

With a sad face and tears all over her face, Li Qiao stared blankly at the pen and paper in front of him, really hesitant to write down any word.

"Let's sign."Yu Xiaoyang heard his own voice, dry and astringent. He coughed, stretching out his hands to take the piece of paper, "Thank you, doctor."

"Impossible.... It was fine to come in in the early morning, why did it suddenly become so serious now？"

"I'm really sorry, our medical staff have tried their best to buy time, but his stomach was inserted into the Nasogastric Tube and caused a lot of bleeding. It should be that the previous wound has not completely healed. In addition, his immune system is relatively weak. The original bacterial infection caused organ failure and Arrhythmia, resulting in a coma index of only 3. And after applying, we have already used the hospital's top-level life support system for him...."

"Why is it like this…？It shouldn't be…."

Li Qiao's question, no one can answer and solve it.

She vomited.

Ji Xiaoru, who was paying attention to the whole process, immediately copying the vomit bag and helped Li Qiao to sit down on a chair outside the ward.

She vomited so darkly that even the transparent stomach acid was out. Her mind was blank, only echoing the eldest son, who as her life and a treasure in her hands, is going to leave her....

In the past three years, she and her husband have been asking Gods for divination, worshiping and burning incense, accumulating virtue and donating, and drank much unknown amount of incence water and raditional Chinese medicine. The child's father is even willing to let go of his self-esteem as a man, kneeling in the Buddha hall on the fourth floor and reciting the Great Compassion Mantra forty-nine times every morning, her mother-in-law spent a lot of money on the old-age fund to provide assistance. But look at the result？

How can she accept it！

How can she tell the truth to her daughter who loves her brother？

No….

"Would you like to drink some water first？"The nurse offered a glass of water and a straw.

"…Thank you, where is the public phone nearby？"She went out in a hurry in the early morning and forgot to bring her mobile phone. What she wanted to do most now was to make a phone call to her mother-in-law, at least she couldn't let an elder waiting hard at home.

"There's one in the elevator hallway."

"Ok."

Ji Xiaoru wiped the corners of her eyes with sterile paper while no one was paying attention to here, and looking at the tired and tenacious back in front of her.

She sincerely praised Li Qiao's greatness. She has never been married and had children, so she couldn't completely know that a mother's feelings and the grief of child's death.

'Next time I go home, I must give my mom a big hug.'she determined.

...

'Beep....'

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao calmed down a little. She is a strong and rational woman. This advantage was deeply inherited from her mother. After taking a sip of water, an inexplicable anger boiled over her heart. She ran to the empty stairwell, and began to vent her anger.

"We paid so much for you gods！Why can't one save my son！Are you really gods？Or just want the money we give you！…That enough. I'm done！I don't want to believe anything in your Buddhism and Taoism anymore."