Chapter 218 Really Awake
There was only one doctor and one nurse in the ward, and there were no other people from the Hu family. Maybe it was to avoid Ge Zhen for the time being.
They also wanted to wake Hu Qinglan up from the point of a dead person, but unfortunately no one could wake him up. Now they could only see Ge Zhen.
"Doctor, how are my mother?" Ge Zhen asked, who walked into the ward.
His eyes fell on Hu Qinglan who was lying there, and a strong look of anxiety appeared in his pupils, wishing he could wake up his mother now.
"Are you the patient's son?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, I am her son, my own son. How is my mother now?" Ge Zhen asked anxiously: "What do I need to do? How can she wake up?"
Ge Zhen, who was anxious, grabbed the doctor's shoulder, but did not notice the other party's grin in pain, and half of his body collapsed downwards.
"Don't catch me... it hurts!" the doctor said in pain.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm too anxious, too anxious." Ge Zhen quickly apologized and let go of his hand.
"It's so strong..." The doctor rubbed his shoulders and smiled: "The patient's condition is very good, and his brain waves are very strong. Usually this is a sign of awakening. Although there are not many such cases, judging from the information I have collected..."
"Long story short!" Ge Zhen interrupted the other party.
"Okay, long story short." The doctor nodded and said, "We cannot enter the patient's spiritual world, but cases tell us that miracles still rely entirely on the outside world. Someone must awaken her and bring her hope to survive tenaciously. I am your mother's attending doctor, and I boldly speculate."
"What speculation?" Ge Zhen asked.
"Your mother just wants to make sure you are still alive. If you are alive, she will try to wake up; if you die, she will never wake up again. We don't know the inner activities of the patient, but I can definitely tell you that they can feel the outside world, just in a free world, and need a breakthrough to return to the real world... Maybe I'm talking about science fiction, but through a case study of this kind called miracle, I found that it is true."
As Hu Qinglan's attending doctor, he knew more or less what had happened before, otherwise he would have no way to start.
"So what should I do now?" Ge Zhen asked.
"Talk to her, chat with her, and then..."
"And what?"
"It depends on herself."
"good!"
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The doctor walked out with the nurse, leaving Ge Zhen to stay in the ward to accompany his mother. No one could tell whether a miracle would happen later.
"Mom!" Ge Zhen sat beside the bed, grabbed his mother's thin hand and pressed it on his face, and said softly: "I am Ge Zhen, your son, the son who made you rather commit suicide......"
Before he finished speaking, Ge Zhen's nose became sore and bitter, his voice choked, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
He used to envy others for having a mother the most, and he looked at her every day, and once thought that her mother had abandoned him.
When I came into contact with the facts, I realized that he had the most enviable maternal love in the world. I could even think that my mother shot himself without hesitation for his life on that battlefield.
This is the deepest love in the world, and you can exchange your own life for your child's life without hesitation.
"It's been 21 years, and I think of you every day. At the beginning, I didn't know what you looked like, so I just drew based on my imagination, but I didn't feel like it after drawing, because I couldn't draw the most beautiful goddess in my heart..."
Ge Zhen began to chat with his mother. In this separate space, he said everything he wanted to say.
Here, he is fragile and the most real, and his inferiority complex, without a mother when he was a child is also released here.
One day passed, Hu Qinglan had no reaction; two days passed, but still no reaction; three days passed, but still no reaction...
"When I was young, I was beaten up. My dad didn't know about this..." Ge Zhen tilted his tears while staring at the wall with his head tilted his head and showed a stubborn look: "First grade, five or six third-grade children surrounded me and beat me up, saying that I was a bastard without a mother... I said I have a mother, my mother is abroad, and after a while I came to pick me up and play abroad... But, but... Mom... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Ge Zhen cried in silence, his eyes were red and red, tears rolled down his cheeks, his face full of grievances.
At this moment, he is no longer a soldier, nor is he the lone wolf king of the Second Squadron, but a child who always lives in grievances.
"The teacher asked us to write essays. The name of the essay is my mother... I wrote. I wrote that my mother is the star in the sky. When I miss her, she would come from the sky to me, take me to the sky, sit on the crescent moon and tell me stories... She has a boat that often takes me to the Milky Way to row and play. There are countless water plants in the Milky Way, countless fish and shrimps, and the river water is clear and transparent..." Ge Zhen wiped his face hard and said in tears: "The teacher said I made up things... He said I don't have a mother at all... I told him I have, but he said I just don't have one. I said I have, but I said I have, but he said I have, and he said I have, but he slapped me twice in the face... I bit him... I told him I have, but I really have..."
This was the grievance he suffered in childhood. He didn't tell anyone about it, and he swallowed it all by himself, which means he would tell his mother.
"Huh... My dad is digging coal in the mine. In a class of 12 or 3 hours, I have to cook for him, I have to wash clothes for him, and I have to clean up the house... From the age of seven, these are my job. Can you imagine an eight-year-old child dragging a gas stove to the fourth floor? Can you imagine an eight-year-old child holding a 50-pound face and dragging it up hard? Once, he dragged the gas stove, and one was unstable and rolled down, falling all over his head. The valve of the gas stove was opened, and next to it was the coal ball stove placed in the corridor of someone else's house. I foolishly went over and twisted the valve and continued to drag it up, which means I had a great life, otherwise I would have to blow it to death... The neighbors downstairs heard the sound, and scolded me, holding a broom to beat me... Haha, this is how I came here when I was a child..."
Ge Zhen wiped his tears again and smiled sadly.
This is how a child without a mother is bullied, no one loves him, even if his father loves him very much, his father is a man after all, and men are always careless.
"Mom, why are you crying? Look at you, it's all about the past-"
Suddenly, Ge Zhen jumped up suddenly, staring at his mother's thin face without blinking, and he clearly saw two tears.
At the same time, he felt his mother's thin hand holding his hand as thin as a chicken's feet. Although she had no strength at all, she was indeed holding it.
"Mom? Are you awake?!"
Hu Qinglan's body was trembling, and tears continued to flow downwards.
Yes, she woke up and was awakened by her son; she was crying, and she clearly felt all the grievances she had endured from childhood to adulthood.
Wake up, Hu Qinglan is really awake!
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Chapter completed!