Chapter 975 Departure (2)
After listening to the bedtime story, Xiao Sui put down his hands contentedly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Before going to bed, she also said: "Good night, Mom."
"Good night, my little one."
Mother got up and dimmed the light next to the hospital bed.
After dimming to a suitable brightness, she held Xiao Sui's hand full of pinholes, and looked at her innocent and ignorant sleeping face, tears seemed to be about to overflow.
Afraid of waking her up, the mother quickly wiped her face, wiped her nose, and held back, not daring to make a sound.
Under the dim light in front of the hospital bed, her gray hair was already hidden between her temples, and it was tied behind her ears in a withered state.
Her shoulders trembled, her head was buried in the crook of her arms, and a small voice rang out uncontrollably.
In the cold ward, there are only mother and daughter.
The room was very silent, except for the cold medicine hanging from the medicine rack, which flowed down the catheter drop by drop, and flowed into Xiao Sui's warm body, sustaining her life that was already dying.
The steady stream of money seems to be thrown into a bottomless pit, and there is no splash in it.
Only one after another of desperate critical illness notices issued by the doctor came down like a mountain, pressing down on the poor mother, causing her to almost collapse.
She was crying silently, while Xiao Sui was still immersed in sweet dreams.
At this time, in the sound of drops of cold medicine, in the painful and suppressed crying of the mother.
A woman was dressed in a black gauze dress, her lively eyes were a noble and cold rose-like bright red.
The vermilion lips are red without spots, and there is a black scepter in the white hand. The middle of the scepter emits a black light, which symbolizes death and darkness.
Her figure landed in the ward without a sound.
The soft light shone on her body, and then directly penetrated her body, but there was no shadow on the ground.
The book of life and death was suspended and appeared in front of her.
Automatically opened, turned to the latest page, and immediately, a line of words slowly emerged on the blank page:
At 21:46 on June 1, 20XX, Chen Sui died of leukemia at the age of eight because of ineffective rescue.
With a flick of the God of Death's slender, fair hand, the book of life and death was closed.
The clock on the wall has pointed to 21:40.
There are six minutes left, counting the time, it's almost there.
Grim Reaper held the scepter, turned and walked through the door of the ward with calm eyes.
The slender black high-heeled shoes made a steady thumping sound on the tiled floor.
Outside the corridor, the lonely ghosts gave way in an instant, retreated to the side, and knelt down in front of Lord Death.
These are those who are unwilling to reincarnate. After a period of time after death, their souls will automatically disappear and disappear into the world.
So Lord Reaper didn't care about these lonely ghosts, but sat on the chair in the corridor outside the ward, counting the time unhurriedly.
Subsequently, an urgent machine siren sounded from the ward.
Chen Sui's condition worsened.
The doctor who was on duty at night immediately rushed in with a few nurses, but Chen Sui's mother stood up in a daze, and before she could wipe her tears, she saw the doctor's brows furrowed and his face serious.
"Master, my daughter—what happened to my daughter!?"
She was at a loss and quickly grabbed the doctor's arm.
"Ma'am, don't worry, let's check the situation first."
The nurse pulled her away, and then checked Chen Sui's vital signs.
(end of this chapter)