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Chapter 248 Suspension Chapter

Author: Death-seeking Dürrenmatt

Chapter 248 Suspension Chapter

At 8:30 in the morning on May 19, 2023, I received a call from the doctor, telling me that Mr. Hou was on the verge of brain death and suffering from a high fever. It was decided to perform an organ donation operation on him on May 20. After that, there will be no more Mr. Hou in the world.

When I heard the news, I cried very sadly, and I didn't care that the child was watching next to me. Although he was only three and a half years old, during this time we have slowly told him that his father is seriously ill and may become worse.

The stars in the sky will never come back. The child has been very strong and warm for more than a month. He is the one who comforts me. Last night, before going to bed, the child suddenly cried and said that he was so sad and missed his father. I had a hunch that this was a father-son relationship.

My heart stayed up all night and was very negative.

Mr. Hou was admitted to the hospital due to a sudden cerebral infarction on April 4, and was admitted to the critical ICU on April 14. He was discharged from the ICU on May 20 due to ineffective treatment. During this period, I signed three critical illness notices, but I refused to sign them all the time.

Organ donation consent form, the doctor told me the day after entering the ICU that it would be difficult for him to wake up, but I kept comforting myself, the doctor said it was the most serious consequences, and he would definitely turn around at such a young age.

Mr. Hou's illness is on the most serious path, with all the most serious consequences that may occur on Baidu. God has given him a big and big test.

When Mr. Hou's parents came to see him, they agreed to donate his organs if the treatment failed. His mother hoped that he would become a meaningful person and that his organs could continue to live in the world. I wanted the hospital regardless of the consequences.

I am not afraid of keeping him or selling the house and incurring huge debts, but the hospital and my parents-in-law have advised me to consider the future of my child. Signing for donation can alleviate a lot of family burdens, but this is a bottomless pit.

I was afraid that if I signed up to donate, I would lose him. Every time I went to visit him, I checked to see if he would continue to use the medicine to treat his brain. The hospital tried its best to treat the large-scale cerebral infarction and rescued part of it, but the brain stem was still there.

There was no connection, the vital centers were blocked, and a new problem appeared, cerebral hemorrhage.

It should be better after leap February, and it should be better after April. He may want to be reborn and wake up on his birthday, May 11th, and will there be a miracle on his lunar birthday... Try your best

I extended his life for a month. I didn’t want to give up. I wanted to wait until June, Children’s Day. He was reborn with a serious head injury. When he woke up, he was as carefree as a child. He was in a wheelchair.

I pushed him even though he didn't know that I was his wife, but he knew that I was his relative, and I could accept this result.

Over the past month, I have been constantly lowering my expectations. In the end, I just hoped that he would wake up briefly, listen to my words and say goodbye before leaving. But he did not wake up after all, leaving me with too many regrets.

My relationship with Mr. Hou, maybe my recent low mood really cannot be reflected in my writing. Before I was 22 years old, I was a very stubborn person, so I longed for soft things, like fat Hou.

Not only does Mr. Hou have a soft belly, he also has a soft heart. I am doing well in society, but I feel unhappy. It was Mr. Hou who told me that I could pursue my dream and go to Beipiao with him, and I still

There is another way to live.

In the past five years, he has changed me a lot, healed me, and let me know what I should do for the rest of my life. Except for the few months when we had to live apart, in the past five and a half years, from the first time we held hands, we have been together every day.

We hold hands and are together 24 hours a day. We hardly quarrel, and my mother-in-law and I have no conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. We are a very happy family.

Regarding the four mothers-in-law, my mother-in-law has four sisters and no brothers. My father-in-law has five brothers and no sisters. My mother-in-law is the eldest sister. Her sisters take turns coming to his house to sleep on the sofa every now and then. Every day is a lively family. I am in the third trimester of my pregnancy.

When I was expecting to give birth, there were more exciting things happening in his house every day. The affairs of the four mothers-in-law and their children were like a mess, and I was the youngest but the most mature and rational sister-in-law.

Helped him deal with a lot of messy housework.

We have gone through a lot of things. Mr. Hou loves me very much. Even if he has physical problems, he still bears the responsibility of a man to support the family. This allows me to have enough time to do what I want to do, so that I can succeed in starting a business. I took Mr. Hou as his wife.

When we got to my house, I told him that he had raised me for three years and I would raise him for three years. He didn't have to do anything in these three years except to take good care of his body. But it was only a year and a half later.

In fact, Mr. Hou is very happy. He can finally write the novel he likes.

It's just that I failed to control his bad creative habits. I regret it and cry for a while. Everyone must pay attention to their health.

I don’t know how to write novels, and I don’t have an outline, so I can only start from when I was a child, and write it later to let everyone know that we are each other’s destiny. There is a song that I have always found unpleasant. I want to ask the Buddha, why did he save me?

If I don’t cross him, I also want to ask, why don’t I cross him? In the world, there is the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, and there is also the pain of a beloved wife sending her deceased husband. When a person gets old and loses his partner, he can say: "Goodbye, my wife.

I have to wait three years on the Naihe Bridge." At this age, I can only say: "Farewell, my love."

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