strictlysupreme Chapter 1351 Yunrui engraved sincerity: It is better to be uncertain about life and death than to be
Chapter 1351 Yunrui engraved sincerity: It is better to be uncertain about life and death than to be
Just then, Gu Mingcheng's phone rang, and the word "Hospital" flashed on the screen. Su Xingya's heart instantly jumped into her throat, and her fingertips trembled as she answered the phone.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Gu's family?" The nurse's voice was filled with anxiety. "Ms. Ye's heart rate just dropped sharply. The doctor is trying to save her. Please come over here quickly!"
"Mom!" Gu Yunshu's scream pierced the silence of the living room.
Gu Mingcheng suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to stand up, but his vision went dark and he fell heavily on the sofa.
"dad!"
"dad!"
The screams of Su Xingya and Gu Yunshu mixed together, and the living room suddenly became a mess.
Su Xingya pinched Gu Mingcheng's philtrum and dialed the emergency number with trembling hands. Gu Yunshu knelt on the ground, hugged his father's arm and cried loudly.
The grandfather clock was still ticking tirelessly, and its ticking sound was particularly clear in the chaos, as if it was ringing the final death knell for this precarious family.
The wind outside the window blew raindrops against the glass, making crackling sounds, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching the impending collapse in the darkness.
Su Xingya looked at the unconscious Gu Mingcheng and listened to the nurse's urging voice on the other end of the phone. Suddenly, she felt a huge chill rising from the soles of her feet.
She knew that the Gu family, a tree that had stood for a hundred years, might really... fall.
But she couldn't give up. She wiped the tears from her face, her eyes becoming resolute again. As long as she had a breath left, she would hold on, for her unconscious parents-in-law, for her husband and sister-in-law in London, and for the last spark of the Gu family.
The sound of the ambulance's sirens came from far away, piercing the tranquility of the old house and the last bit of peace of this family.
Su Xingya supported Gu Yunshu and stood under the porch, watching the medical staff rushing in and out carrying stretchers. She suddenly felt that this century-old house was as empty as a tomb.
This is what it's like to be in a storm. Just one more push and it will completely turn into dust...
The emergency passage of Ankang Hospital was dyed red by red lights late at night.
As Gu Mingcheng was wheeled into the emergency room, the ECG monitor blared with a sharp alarm, like a steel needle piercing Su Xingya's eardrum. Doctors and nurses in green surgical gowns hurried through the corridors, the clatter of instruments colliding and the ticking of monitors interweaving into a suffocating web.
"The patient's blood pressure continues to drop! Prepare epinephrine!"
"Defibrillator ready!"
The moment the door of the emergency room was closed, Su Xingya saw Gu Mingcheng's skinny hand hanging down from the stretcher, and the Rolex on his wrist, which he had worn for thirty years, was still ticking regularly, as if mocking this race against time.
She supported Gu Yunshu, who was also on the verge of collapse, and leaned her back against the cold wall, barely preventing herself from collapsing - just ten minutes ago, the light in the other emergency room was still on, and Ye Muxue was still fighting a tug-of-war with death inside.
"Sister-in-law, Dad..." Gu Yunshu's voice was trembling, tears covering her face. She had just seen through the crack in the door as the doctor lifted up her father's shirt. The barely noticeable rise and fall of his chest, the glaring red, made her stomach churn.
Su Xingya remained silent, staring intently at the red light on the emergency room door. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was an urgent call from the company's board of directors. The shareholders, usually so deferential to Gu Mingcheng, were now, like sharks smelling blood, discussing equity restructuring.
She pressed the power button directly. The coldness of her fingertips seeped through the metal casing, making her shiver.
At three in the morning, the lights in Ye Muxue's emergency room went out. The doctor took off his mask and shook his head at the family members gathered around him. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could. Ms. Ye had a sudden heart attack, and by the time she was brought in, the best time for rescue had already passed... We can only use medical equipment to prolong her life as much as possible!"
"Mom!" Gu Yunshu's scream tore through the silence of the corridor. She wanted to rush into the ward like crazy, but was stopped by the nurse.
Su Xingya supported her and felt her nails digging deeply into her palms - the mother-in-law who always loved to stew bird's nest for her with a smile, the mother-in-law who would secretly give her some pocket money so that she could buy her favorite jewelry, had lost her original vitality just like that.
Before the crying subsided, news came from Gu Mingcheng's emergency room.
The doctor came out tiredly and said, "Mr. Gu is out of danger for now, but his condition is not optimistic. He is still in a coma. Whether he can wake up depends on his own will."
Su Xingya's knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She stared at the two closed doors. The uncertainty of life and death was better than the separation of the Yin and Yang...
The news spread like wildfire throughout the business district before dawn.
When Qi Ruixiang received the message, he was peeling apples for Yang Xiaotang. Sunlight streamed through the bay window onto the fruit bowl, and the apple peels formed a perfect arc, gleaming in the morning light.
"Something happened to the Gu family?" Qi Ruixiang paused, the apple knife carving a shallow mark on the flesh. He looked up at Yan Wanqing, his eyes expressionless, as if listening to someone else's story.
"Yeah." Yan Wanqing's tone was a little complicated. "Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu were both admitted to the hospital. Mrs. Gu... couldn't be saved. Mr. Gu is still in a coma. I heard that the company is in chaos."
Qi Ruixiang murmured, "Oh!" and continued peeling the apple. The moment the peel broke, he threw it into the trash can. He then picked up a fruit knife and cut the apple into even pieces. He inserted a toothpick and handed it to Yang Xiaotang, "Try it. It's fresh from the orchard. It's quite sweet."
Yang Xiaotang looked at his calm profile and suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.
She knew about Qi Ruixiang's entanglement with the Gu family, and about his past with Gu Yunxi that ended in vain.
Normally, upon hearing about the misfortune that befell his predecessor's family, even if there was no sighing, there would be some emotion. However, the calmness on his face was like the surface of a frozen lake, without even a ripple.
"Ruixiang," she said hesitantly, her fingertips gently stroking her swollen belly, "Should we... go to the hospital? After all..."
"No need." Qi Ruixiang interrupted her, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather today, "You're still pregnant, so if you can avoid going to a place like the hospital, then don't go!"
He picked up a piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth. The crisp chewing sound was particularly clear in the quiet living room. Then he said something extremely contradictory, "The doctor said you should have a fetal heart monitoring today. We will go to the hospital after breakfast."
Yang Xiaotang said nothing more, but picked up a piece of apple and slowly nibbled on it. The sweet and crisp flesh melted on her tongue, but she couldn't taste anything.
She looked at Qi Ruixiang's back as he packed up the fruit plate. His actions were still considerate and thoughtful - he would remember to put a pillow under her, would organize the pregnancy test form in advance, and would subconsciously reach out to help her when she stood up.
But for some reason, she always felt that he was a little different today, as if there was a layer of transparent glass between them. She could see the warmth but could not feel the temperature.
On the way to the hospital, Qi Ruixiang's cell phone rang several times, all of them were people from the company reporting on their work.
He listened while driving, occasionally responding a word or two, his tone calm and decisive, not at all like he had just heard important news.
While waiting for the red light, he turned his head and asked Yang Xiaotang: "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll ask Auntie to make your favorite sour soup fish."
"It's all right," Yang Xiaotang replied perfunctorily, her gaze fixed on the window. The street scenes flew by, the sunlight glared, but the uneasiness in her heart surged like a tide.
She remembered what Yan Wanqing had just whispered to her: "The Gu family is probably really going to collapse this time. I heard that even the banks have started to collect debts." She also thought of Gu Yunxi, the woman she had only seen in photos. She wondered how she would react when she heard the news in London.