A Family Divided
1157 Words
“Big brother, I want to go back now, Mom will be worried,” Sima Qing said, twisting her body in his arms, trying to sit up, but Sima Chun hugged her even tighter.
“Qing'er, are you still afraid of big brother?”
“Of course not, it's just that Mom taught me that a good girl shouldn't stay overnight at someone else's house, and I've never stayed overnight at someone else's house in my whole life,” she said, looking at him seriously with wide eyes.
“Oh, your mom's right, but Qing'er, big brother’s house is also your house. This isn’t someone else’s house,” he said slowly but firmly.
She looked up at him, staring into his eyes: “I really don’t understand this. My home is on the mainland.”
“From now on, this is your and big brother’s home. You'll understand it later.” He realized her mind was still very slow in this aspect, and it would be hard for her to understand the meaning of these words so quickly.
“Oh, do you mean I can use one of the rooms here?” she asked uncertainly.
“Of course, you can use any of the rooms here. As long as it makes you happy,” he said, gently patting her back. “Qing'er, just sleep in big brother's arms tonight. Big brother just wants to hold you.” Looking down, he saw the girl in his arms had already fallen asleep. He just wanted to hold her like this every day, looking at her, never wanting to be apart.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was already daylight, and that she was lying on a sofa in the hospital. She clearly remembered going out last night, how strange, was it all a dream? In the adjacent room, her mother was receiving an IV drip and a special nurse was bustling around.
“Mom, your complexion looks much better today,” Sima Qing said.
“Qing’er, why did you fall asleep outside? The young master sent you back to the hospital this morning,” Qing’er’s mother said, her tone noticeably unhappy.
“Oh, I won’t do it again in the future.” Remembering last night, she felt her face slowly flush red.
Qing’er’s mother noticed that her daughter had changed slightly, becoming more prone to blushing and smiling.
“Miss Sima, the director has asked you to go to the director’s office,” the special nurse said, smiling at her.
“Oh, I’ll be right there,” she replied, happy that she could avoid her mother's questions.
“Miss Sima, please have a seat,” the director said politely, handing her a cup of tea.
“Thank you,” she said, feeling that the director was very kind to her and her mother, waiving the medical fees.
“Now I want to discuss a treatment plan for your mother’s condition with Miss Sima. As the patient is suffering from cachexia and the cancer cells have spread, she has already missed the opportunity for surgery. The hospital will adopt a combined Chinese and Western medical approach, and try our best to extend the patient’s survival time.”
“How long does the director think my mom can still live?” she asked, her voice slightly trembling.
Luckily, Sima Chun had come this morning and reminded him to choose his words carefully. Seeing the girl trembling, he could only say: “It depends on how the treatment progresses. There is no definite time.” After saying this, he felt ashamed of himself. As a doctor, how could he lie to the patient’s family? It was a breach of duty.
In fact, the examination report stated that the patient's maximum survival time was half to one year.
Poor girl, let’s hope a miracle occurs.
“How long will my mom have to stay in the hospital?”
“At least six months to a year. It could be longer,” the director said: “The patient must have a strong will to live and maintain an optimistic attitude. This will help the treatment a lot.”
“Thank you, Director. I know what to do.”
Such a sensible, smart, and clever girl.
“What did you say? The child isn't Chun’er’s?” Sima Yuwen asked, surprised, looking at the lawyer before him.
“Yes, sir. All the evidence shows that the child is not the young master’s. We have thoroughly investigated the matter. Miss Nana has also admitted that she just wanted to use this to become famous.”
“Do the Old Madam and Madam know?”
An housekeeper was telling them.
At the Canadian Conmin Hospital,
“Old Madam, Old Madam,” looking at the lifeless Old Madam, the housekeeper was drenched with sweat from anxiety.
“Family members please leave, we’re beginning electric shock resuscitation immediately.”
The housekeeper anxiously watched the door to the emergency room.
And in another room, Gao Suqing was also unconscious, surrounded by doctors and nurses.
Sima Yuwen, when he arrived at the hospital, was met with this sight. He immediately called Lin Yue:
“Secretary Lin, tell Sima Chun to come home immediately, someone in the family is about to die.”
“But sir, the president is on his private jet to China, I currently can’t contact him.” “Sir, is it the Old Madam who is ill?"
“The Old Madam is critical and Madam is seriously ill,” he said impatiently before hanging up the phone. That unfilial son. If anything happens to the Old Madam…
“Director, how is it?” the housekeeper asked anxiously.
“Uncle An, please don't be nervous. The Old Madam was fortunate. She has been revived.” You and your brother can go in for a bit, but remember not to agitate the patient. The Old Madam's emotions are still very unstable.
“Mother, you’re awake!” Sima Yuwen respected his mother more than anyone else.
“Where is Chun’er? Tell him to come here. I need to ask him myself. How could it not be? It’s not possible… It’s not possible….” The Old Madam cried, shaking her head repeatedly, “It can’t be true, you are lying to me."
“Mother, please don’t get agitated. Chun’er is on his way,” Sima Yuwen said, trying to calm her down. In his heart, he was thinking that as soon as he saw Sima Chun, he would scold him, that unfilial son.
“Old Madam, are you feeling better?” Lin Yue said as she entered the room, carrying a large basket of flowers.
“Secretary Lin, where’s Chun’er? Why hasn’t he come?”
“The president is currently…” Just as she was about to continue, the housekeeper tapped her arm from behind.
“Secretary Lin, I’ll take you to see the Madam in the other room.”
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