While driving on the road, I also called Song Lin twice to find out about Qinqin's condition.
During the first call, Song Lin said that Qinqin already knew that I was on the road. Although she couldn't speak, she shed tears of emotion because of this.
She could only nod and greet Song Lin and express her knowledge.
During the second call, I was less than 20 kilometers away from Ningbo City.
Song Lin told me that Qinqin was in pain, but she still insisted.
I told Song Lin that I could arrive within about 20 minutes, so that Qinqin could rest assured that she would see me, and I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Song Lin said that Qinqin smiled when she heard the news that I was about to arrive.
Her complexion looked a little better, and she could still say a few words to Song Lin with difficulty, and it would be fine for about a while.
I breathed a sigh of relief, interrupted the call and drove intently, so that my speed would be even higher.
It took me less than 150 kilometers to arrive at the hospital in less than an hour and twenty. I saw the watch and it was just one o'clock in the afternoon.
After I found a place in the hospital to park the car, I rushed to Qinqin's special care room.
I was walking in a hurry while still imagining Qinqin Yao? How happy I would be.
Before I could open the door of her ward, I heard the heart-wrenching cry of a woman outside the door. I was stunned. I couldn't imagine Qinqin. I pushed open the door with fear and saw Song Lin crawling on Qinqin's bedside, crying bitterly. Two female nurses standing next to her were also crying. A male doctor Mu stood beside her dumbly with his head down.
I slowly walked to the front and found that the various tubes on Qinqin's body on the hospital bed had been removed. She closed her eyes, her face was pale, thin, but her expression was very peaceful, like a sleeping angel.
I gently patted Song Lin on the shoulder and wanted to ask her about Qinqin's condition, but I couldn't spit out a word in my throat.
Song Lin turned around and saw that it was me, stood up and threw herself into my arms, burst into tears and said:
Xiaowei, Qinqinqin Qinqin still didn't wait for you to come, so she left. Song Lin cried in my arms for a while, then left my arms again, turned around and hugged Qinqin's body and cried:
Qinqin, my baby, Brother He is here to see you. Didn’t you say you would wake you up after he comes?
He is here now, please open your eyes and look at him. Even if you only look at him, it's okay. Why don't you keep your word? I rushed back and forth anxiously along the way, but in the end I couldn't see her when Qinqin was dying, only her last face.
A strong sense of disappointment and grief burst into my heart, and my tears could no longer be suppressed and burst out from my eyes.
The male doctor next to him finally lowered his head and wiped his tears silently. The two female nurses also surrounded Qinqin's body and accompanied Song Lin to cry bitterly.
Qinqin ultimately failed to overcome the disease and left this world that disappointed and puzzled her.
A flower has withered and withered quickly before it has bloomed. Why doesn’t it make people feel heartbroken and sad, even if I don’t have much interaction with her.
Why is such a pure, kind and beautiful life, enduring too much pain and despair alone, and never appreciate the most beautiful love in the world, nor enjoying many worldly food and scenery. It comes and goes in a hurry, like a meteor, silently, and fleeting in a flash, Song Lin told me in tears that when Qinqin heard me coming from Shaanxi, a red cloud rose on her face, blooming with a kind of light of life.
She tried hard to tell Song Lin that I was so tired, Sister Song, I wanted to take a nap, but after Brother He came, you called me, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Song Lin, who had many years of clinical experience, felt bad at that time and hurriedly shouted and pushed Qinqin, but Qinqin never opened her eyes again.
Qinqin passed away with a long life, and the last bit of her beauty was exhausted in anxious waiting.
I knelt on the head of Qinqin's bed, holding her cold and slender little hand, my heart was like a knife, and I kept asking God:
Why don’t good people live long? Scum like a stallion lives freely and harm the world. God, you are really not open your eyes, you are too unfair!
Because Qinqin told Song Lin when she was awake that she had no relatives in Ningbo, she was unwilling to stay alone in the cold and terrifying morgue after her death. She also wanted to be able to care for her and love her to accompany her before her body was cremated until the fire burned.
She wanted to be buried with her sister after her death and reunite with her parents who had died for many years in that world.
This is the last request for that life. Song Lin and I beg the director of the hospital who came to hear the news not to send Qinqin's body into the morgue, hoping to find an idle room in the hospital to set up a mourning hall for Qinqin. We contacted the funeral home for the funeral home as soon as possible.
The hospital director is a very reasonable middle-aged man. He was very concerned about Qinqin's condition in the past and knew this little patient who lived in this hospital all year round. He sympathized with this weak and poor life, so he nodded in a very painful way, found an empty room, and arranged for someone to set up a J mourning hall for Qinqin.
Song Lin and several female nurses who were familiar with Qinqin wiped J's body and replaced them with clothes.
Other doctors and nurses in the hospital came to pay their respects and shed tears of sympathy for Qinqin, which made Song Lin and I feel better in the sadness.
After Song Lin was busy with these things, I took her to the funeral home, contacted cremation and hearse transportation, selected the best urns and other cremation supplies for Qinqin, and completed the death certificate and other relevant procedures.
We were busy all afternoon and rushed back to the hospital at night, but we still didn't complete all the procedures.
We both had no intention of having a meal, so we sat beside Qinqin's body to keep a soul for her.
I turned on my phone and called out several Buddhist songs stored in my phone to play back and forth. The ethereal and ethereal Sanskrit sounds were sang repeatedly in the mourning hall, making the room extremely cold and sad.
In order to relieve Song Lin's sadness, I took the initiative to talk to her about Qinqin, talked about Hao Ming's old story, and talked about mine. Finally, I asked about Song Lin's future plans.
Song Lin told me that she was originally from Hangzhou and came to Ningbo after cheating and divorce.
Now that Hao Ming is going abroad, Qinqin has left. She has no worries about this place and is tired and tired.
She wanted to go back to Hangzhou, where her brother's family was still there.
I asked her what she was going to do after returning to Hangzhou. She said she wanted to find a hospital in Hangzhou, but she didn't know how to find a relationship to clear it.
I considered that Tu Xiaofeng had some relationships and connections in Hangzhou, and he should be able to handle this matter through him, so I took the initiative to agree to help her.
We took turns burning incense for Qinqin's spiritual front and took turns to rest, but we hardly slept well all night.
The next day, Song Lin and I continued to drive and do business, and the enthusiastic nurse took the initiative to take on the task of keeping the mind.
On the morning of January 6, on the third day of Qinqin's death, Qinqin's body was transported to the funeral home for cremation, and only some doctors and nurses from the hospital were sent off.
Qinqin's miserable life experience, her young and premature death, and her cute face made the hospital feel sad and crying for her.
After cremation, we buried her ashes with her sister's ashes, so that Qinqin finally fell into peace.
I stayed with Song Lin in the cemetery for a long time before finally persuaded the sad Song Lin to return to her dormitory with me.
I drove back to Hangzhou alone that afternoon, because there were still many things waiting for me to face.
During the first call, Song Lin said that Qinqin already knew that I was on the road. Although she couldn't speak, she shed tears of emotion because of this.
She could only nod and greet Song Lin and express her knowledge.
During the second call, I was less than 20 kilometers away from Ningbo City.
Song Lin told me that Qinqin was in pain, but she still insisted.
I told Song Lin that I could arrive within about 20 minutes, so that Qinqin could rest assured that she would see me, and I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Song Lin said that Qinqin smiled when she heard the news that I was about to arrive.
Her complexion looked a little better, and she could still say a few words to Song Lin with difficulty, and it would be fine for about a while.
I breathed a sigh of relief, interrupted the call and drove intently, so that my speed would be even higher.
It took me less than 150 kilometers to arrive at the hospital in less than an hour and twenty. I saw the watch and it was just one o'clock in the afternoon.
After I found a place in the hospital to park the car, I rushed to Qinqin's special care room.
I was walking in a hurry while still imagining Qinqin Yao? How happy I would be.
Before I could open the door of her ward, I heard the heart-wrenching cry of a woman outside the door. I was stunned. I couldn't imagine Qinqin. I pushed open the door with fear and saw Song Lin crawling on Qinqin's bedside, crying bitterly. Two female nurses standing next to her were also crying. A male doctor Mu stood beside her dumbly with his head down.
I slowly walked to the front and found that the various tubes on Qinqin's body on the hospital bed had been removed. She closed her eyes, her face was pale, thin, but her expression was very peaceful, like a sleeping angel.
I gently patted Song Lin on the shoulder and wanted to ask her about Qinqin's condition, but I couldn't spit out a word in my throat.
Song Lin turned around and saw that it was me, stood up and threw herself into my arms, burst into tears and said:
Xiaowei, Qinqinqin Qinqin still didn't wait for you to come, so she left. Song Lin cried in my arms for a while, then left my arms again, turned around and hugged Qinqin's body and cried:
Qinqin, my baby, Brother He is here to see you. Didn’t you say you would wake you up after he comes?
He is here now, please open your eyes and look at him. Even if you only look at him, it's okay. Why don't you keep your word? I rushed back and forth anxiously along the way, but in the end I couldn't see her when Qinqin was dying, only her last face.
A strong sense of disappointment and grief burst into my heart, and my tears could no longer be suppressed and burst out from my eyes.
The male doctor next to him finally lowered his head and wiped his tears silently. The two female nurses also surrounded Qinqin's body and accompanied Song Lin to cry bitterly.
Qinqin ultimately failed to overcome the disease and left this world that disappointed and puzzled her.
A flower has withered and withered quickly before it has bloomed. Why doesn’t it make people feel heartbroken and sad, even if I don’t have much interaction with her.
Why is such a pure, kind and beautiful life, enduring too much pain and despair alone, and never appreciate the most beautiful love in the world, nor enjoying many worldly food and scenery. It comes and goes in a hurry, like a meteor, silently, and fleeting in a flash, Song Lin told me in tears that when Qinqin heard me coming from Shaanxi, a red cloud rose on her face, blooming with a kind of light of life.
She tried hard to tell Song Lin that I was so tired, Sister Song, I wanted to take a nap, but after Brother He came, you called me, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Song Lin, who had many years of clinical experience, felt bad at that time and hurriedly shouted and pushed Qinqin, but Qinqin never opened her eyes again.
Qinqin passed away with a long life, and the last bit of her beauty was exhausted in anxious waiting.
I knelt on the head of Qinqin's bed, holding her cold and slender little hand, my heart was like a knife, and I kept asking God:
Why don’t good people live long? Scum like a stallion lives freely and harm the world. God, you are really not open your eyes, you are too unfair!
Because Qinqin told Song Lin when she was awake that she had no relatives in Ningbo, she was unwilling to stay alone in the cold and terrifying morgue after her death. She also wanted to be able to care for her and love her to accompany her before her body was cremated until the fire burned.
She wanted to be buried with her sister after her death and reunite with her parents who had died for many years in that world.
This is the last request for that life. Song Lin and I beg the director of the hospital who came to hear the news not to send Qinqin's body into the morgue, hoping to find an idle room in the hospital to set up a mourning hall for Qinqin. We contacted the funeral home for the funeral home as soon as possible.
The hospital director is a very reasonable middle-aged man. He was very concerned about Qinqin's condition in the past and knew this little patient who lived in this hospital all year round. He sympathized with this weak and poor life, so he nodded in a very painful way, found an empty room, and arranged for someone to set up a J mourning hall for Qinqin.
Song Lin and several female nurses who were familiar with Qinqin wiped J's body and replaced them with clothes.
Other doctors and nurses in the hospital came to pay their respects and shed tears of sympathy for Qinqin, which made Song Lin and I feel better in the sadness.
After Song Lin was busy with these things, I took her to the funeral home, contacted cremation and hearse transportation, selected the best urns and other cremation supplies for Qinqin, and completed the death certificate and other relevant procedures.
We were busy all afternoon and rushed back to the hospital at night, but we still didn't complete all the procedures.
We both had no intention of having a meal, so we sat beside Qinqin's body to keep a soul for her.
I turned on my phone and called out several Buddhist songs stored in my phone to play back and forth. The ethereal and ethereal Sanskrit sounds were sang repeatedly in the mourning hall, making the room extremely cold and sad.
In order to relieve Song Lin's sadness, I took the initiative to talk to her about Qinqin, talked about Hao Ming's old story, and talked about mine. Finally, I asked about Song Lin's future plans.
Song Lin told me that she was originally from Hangzhou and came to Ningbo after cheating and divorce.
Now that Hao Ming is going abroad, Qinqin has left. She has no worries about this place and is tired and tired.
She wanted to go back to Hangzhou, where her brother's family was still there.
I asked her what she was going to do after returning to Hangzhou. She said she wanted to find a hospital in Hangzhou, but she didn't know how to find a relationship to clear it.
I considered that Tu Xiaofeng had some relationships and connections in Hangzhou, and he should be able to handle this matter through him, so I took the initiative to agree to help her.
We took turns burning incense for Qinqin's spiritual front and took turns to rest, but we hardly slept well all night.
The next day, Song Lin and I continued to drive and do business, and the enthusiastic nurse took the initiative to take on the task of keeping the mind.
On the morning of January 6, on the third day of Qinqin's death, Qinqin's body was transported to the funeral home for cremation, and only some doctors and nurses from the hospital were sent off.
Qinqin's miserable life experience, her young and premature death, and her cute face made the hospital feel sad and crying for her.
After cremation, we buried her ashes with her sister's ashes, so that Qinqin finally fell into peace.
I stayed with Song Lin in the cemetery for a long time before finally persuaded the sad Song Lin to return to her dormitory with me.
I drove back to Hangzhou alone that afternoon, because there were still many things waiting for me to face.
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