nucmednet Chapter 589: Life is hopeless
Chapter 589: Life is hopeless
In the civilian-populated area on the outskirts of Kuncheng, rows of somewhat shabby houses were scattered around. In one of the small courtyards, the originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly shattered by the pitiful cries of a little girl.
"Mom, are you in pain? Get up quickly, I'll get you some medicine right away."
The little girl's tender voice was filled with fear and helplessness. Her voice trembled in the air, as if it would be swallowed up by the haze of fear at any time.
After the little girl finished speaking, she quickly stood up with her frail body, ready to look for medicine with her blurred vision.
She has suffered from eye disease since childhood, and her vision is blurred. Everything around her is just a bunch of hazy light and shadow in her eyes.
She was extremely anxious at the moment, her steps were in a panic, and she lost her balance and was tripped by the miscellaneous items piled on the ground and fell to the ground.
Just now, my mother suddenly fell ill and was hit by a severe pain. She waved her hands uncontrollably and accidentally knocked over the bowl of Chinese medicine beside her. The porcelain bowl shattered into pieces in an instant, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor.
At this moment, when the little girl fell, her palm happened to press heavily on a sharp piece of debris, and a deep wound instantly opened up. Blood gushed out, staining the ground red.
The woman lying on the ground clutched her aching abdomen with both hands, and the veins on her forehead bulged like twisted earthworms.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down uncontrollably, sticking the already messy hair tightly to the cheeks, making him look extremely embarrassed.
Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been taken away by this endless pain. At this moment, she had no desire to live.
Even her daughter, whose vision was blurred and whose wrist was cut and bleeding continuously, was powerless to care. She could only roll on the ground in pain and let out suppressed moans.
At this time, Zhou Li drove the slightly old but well-maintained BYD slowly along the rugged road and stopped steadily at the door of his house.
He was carrying meat and some fruits and vegetables he had just bought from the market, all of which he had purchased specifically to improve the lives of his wife and daughter.
He pushed open the car door and got out with a relaxed pace, with the joy of going home still on his face.
However, as soon as he entered the yard, his daughter's heart-wrenching cry hit his heart like a hammer.
His face turned pale in an instant, his heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition came over him.
In an instant, he rushed towards home as fast as the wind, and his usually steady steps became hurried and frantic.
As soon as he entered the house, the scene inside made his heart sink to the bottom. He saw his wife rolling on the ground in agony, each roll seemed to use up all her strength, and the groans she made were heartbreaking.
The daughter was sitting on the ground, her small body curled up into a ball, covering her injured wrist. Blood was oozing out from between her fingers, dripping onto the ground, forming a small patch of bright red.
The broken pieces of bowls on the ground reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, and the overturned dining table with miscellaneous items scattered all over the floor made this small home look a mess.
Zhou Li hurriedly threw everything in his hands to the ground. At this moment, his eyes were only focused on his wife's safety. He didn't care about comforting his injured daughter first.
He ran to his wife at the speed of an arrow, squatted down, carefully helped her up, and held her tightly in his arms, as if this could share some of her pain.
His voice trembled, and he said with heartache: "Xiao Lian, I'm sorry for making you suffer. I'll get you some painkillers."
After saying that, Zhou Liqiang suppressed his inner panic, picked up Xiaolian with great effort, walked quickly to the big bed in the inner room, and gently placed her on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a fragile treasure.
Then he turned around and rushed to the drawer almost frantically, opened it with his hands in panic, and searched for the medicine bottle inside with his eyes eagerly.
Finally, he touched the familiar medicine bottle, grabbed it in his hand, and poured the medicine into his palm for a long time, but only a few pills of medicine residue came out.
His heart sank suddenly, and despair suddenly surged in his heart. Only then did he realize that he had finished taking the painkillers.
The little girl slowly stood up, her frail body trembling slightly. She stretched out her hands, groping in the air, and kept shouting:
"Dad, have you found the painkillers?" The voice was tearful, full of worry about Mom's condition and fear of the unknown.
Zhou Li turned to look at his well-behaved and sensible daughter, a pang of pain piercing his heart. He took a deep breath, suppressed the grief and anxiety in his heart, and quickly walked to his daughter's side.
He squatted down, picked up his daughter, walked gently to the sofa and put her on it.
He soothed her in a gentle and calm voice, "Xiaoxue, stay home and dad will go find a doctor to treat your mother.
Take good care of Mom, Dad will be back soon." His eyes were filled with guilt towards his daughter and anxiety about his wife's illness.
Xiaoxue nodded heavily, tears welling up in her eyes, almost bursting out. She cried anxiously, "Dad, you must go back soon. Mom is in so much pain!"
On the bed, Xiaolian burst into tears, her eyes filled with despair. The excruciating pain, like a tidal wave, made her clutch the bed sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
She looked at Zhou Li's hurriedly departing back, and with her last bit of strength, she weakly called out, "Husband..." Then, she slowly closed her eyes and gradually lost consciousness.
Zhou Li walked out of the gate in a trance, his steps so heavy that it seemed as if every step was stepping on his heart.
He quickly opened the door of the BYD, got in, and then slammed the door shut, as if isolating himself from all the noise from the outside world.
However, his heart was like a tangled mess, becoming increasingly complicated. In this small carriage, memories of the past flooded back at him like a tide.
Over the years, in order to treat Xiaolian, he has been running tirelessly between major hospitals.
Every time he went through chemotherapy, seeing Xiaolian becoming increasingly haggard on the hospital bed and suffering from the pain of the disease, his heart felt as if it was pierced deeply by countless steel needles.
And every time Xiaolian smiled at him weakly and told him that she could hold on, it became his motivation to move forward.
Because of this, during the long years of taking care of his wife, he had no choice but to neglect the company and care of his daughter.
That time, his daughter suddenly developed a high fever. When he rushed her to the hospital, it was too late.
Despite the doctors' best efforts, my daughter's life was saved, but since then, her vision has undergone heartbreaking changes.
The eyes that were once bright and clear and full of curiosity about the world can now only vaguely see some light and shadow.
In order to provide chemotherapy for his wife and treat his daughter's eyes, Zhou Li almost spent all his savings.
He watched helplessly as his life was taken away bit by bit, and finally he had to reluctantly sell even the big house in the city center that carried the sweet memories of his and Xiaolian's wedding.
To this day, the only thing left is this BYD, which is so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary because of work needs.
At this moment, Zhou Li, sitting in the car, felt powerless and hopeless. He felt like a trapped animal struggling alone in the darkness, unable to find a way out.
The hardships and helplessness of the past were like heavy mountains, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.
His eyes gradually became moist, and tears flowed uncontrollably, slowly sliding down his cheeks.
It wasn't until Scar Kun was imprisoned that Zhou Li met Mr. Al Robk during a visit to the prison.
He was a man who looked gentle and elegant, but exuded a mysterious aura. At that time, Zhou Li had reached his wit's end, and the pressure of life had almost completely broken him.
Mr. Al Robb seemed to see his predicament. After learning that he had sold his large newlywed house, he offered to buy the property and gave him a lot of extra money.
Mr. Al Robk smiled and said to Zhou Li, "Dear Mr. Zhou, I have a small request. One of my brothers is in prison, and I hope you can help and take care of him.
Of course, in return, I will give you corresponding compensation every month. Are you satisfied?" Zhou Li pursed his lips tightly, struggling painfully in his heart.
On the one hand, his wife's astronomical chemotherapy costs stood before him like an insurmountable mountain.
On the other hand, he knew this might be his only chance to change his family's fate. In the end, for the sake of his wife and this broken but still beloved home, he gritted his teeth and agreed to Al Robuk's request.
However, a virus infection incident occurred inside the prison recently. During this process, Zhou Li witnessed the superb medical standards demonstrated by the advanced medical team led by Mu Xiaoji.
A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, and his idea of saving his wife began to waver. He felt that perhaps Mu Xiaoji's team could truly cure his wife and free her from the torment of her illness.
But the world is always so cruel. In order to make the shady foreign-funded pharmaceutical company flourish in this land, the boss Jin behind Scar Kun actually planned a cruel and deceitful act.
The existence of Mu Xiaoji is undoubtedly a stumbling block in their plan, so Scar Kun asks Boss Jin to find someone to get rid of Mu Xiaoji.
When Zhou Li thought of this, the anger in his heart was like a raging fire that almost swallowed him up.
His fists were clenched tightly, and the knuckles turned white from the force, as if he wanted to vent all his anger through these clenched fists.
He knew his wife's condition was critical and he couldn't just sit there and wait for her to die. In a panic, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed Mu Xiaoji with trembling fingers.
However, fate always seemed to play tricks on him, and the voice prompt that came from the other end of the phone was cold:
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." This brief prompt tone was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhou Li's heart hard, instantly shattering the hope he had just ignited.
His hand holding the phone fell limply on his legs, his eyes full of despair and helplessness, and the whole car was filled with a suffocating and depressing atmosphere.