Hearing someone shouting in the courtyard, Yang Wenbin woke up from his sleep with a "whoosh".

In the early hours of the morning, when my sister burned half of the burnt paper, smoke filled the house. Yang Wenbin kept his hand on Abba's pulse, although Abba's breath was only exhaled, not inhaled, but the pulse continued to beat.

Suddenly, Abba's throat moved, he sighed, his breath eased, he was able to inhale actively, his face turned ruddy, not as pale as just now, and his pulse was more stable.

Yang Wenbin, quickly tell my sister to stop burning paper, and everyone quickly open all the windows to release the smoke.

My sister turned around and called out to her father, and Abba agreed in a daze.

My sister cried with joy, and everyone else was relieved.

This round of tossing can make everyone's hearts more fragile.

The elder sister replaced Yang Wenbin and asked him to go to the Westinghouse to sleep for a while, and she continued to take care of Abba.

Yang Wenbin went to the West House, closed his eyes and squinted for a while.

For some reason, he went back to the dream he had the night before, and went back to doing it, just like what was happening. Can't explain why this is the case? Will there be such a line of thinking? Could it be that there really is a supernatural force around human beings that influences people's thoughts?

Awakened by the shouts of the people in the courtyard, Yang Wenbin couldn't sleep anymore.

It was already past eight o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for more than an hour.

Grandma saw that he was working hard at night, so she didn't wake him up.

At this time, Abba had already gotten up, put on his clothes, and continued to take oxygen.

Of course he didn't know about the false alarm that had happened in the morning.

My sister fed Abba something to eat, and he didn't want to eat it after taking a bite.

Everyone had no choice but to give up.

So, Yang Wenbin called Gacha's doctor again and asked him to come over early in the morning, put the hanging bottle on, and continue to use the rescue medicine.

After a while, the doctor came, called Abba a hanging bottle, prepared the morning's medicine, wrote the serial number on one bottle after another, and then said goodbye and went back.

Yang Wenbin sent it to the door, couldn't help but ask the doctor about the situation again, and told the doctor about the danger that happened in the morning.

The doctor said, "It depends on the situation, it's only been a day or two, and it's quite good." The family is prepared that their lives may be in danger at any time. ”

Yang Wenbin's heart "chuckled".

And relatives and friends also know that Abba is not far from the limit, and he is only struggling to support it.

All morning, Abba was lying in bed, and his hand never pulled the oxygen tube again. I guess his hands don't have that strength anymore.

At noon, his complexion suddenly improved, and he stretched out to sit up for a while.

So, Yang Wenbin and his sister helped him sit up.

At this time, Li Chunhua secretly said to Yang Wenbin: "Yesterday, I also brought back some small twist flowers, which are quite soft, you can take a little for your father to taste." ”

Yang Wenbin broke a small piece of small twist flower and handed it to Abba.

Abba opened his mouth to eat and chewed for a long time before swallowing. I drank another sip of milk from my sister, rinsed my mouth and spit it out.

After noon, the day's hanging bottle medicine was finished.

Abba, lie down again, to rest for a while.

In the nostrils, there is still an oxygen tube inserted, and oxygen is injected.

At this time, Abba seemed to be asleep, his breathing became calmer, and he no longer gasped for breath.

At this time, Yang Wenbin felt that something was wrong, and found that Abba's eyes were currently half-open.

He shook his fingers in front of Abba's eyes, normal people, their eyes will move with their fingers, but Abba's eyes did not react.

Yang Wenbin went to check the pulse again, and felt that the pulse was still relatively stable, beating about 80 times per minute.

However, probably the brain was starved of oxygen and entered a coma, and no matter how everyone called him, he couldn't wake him up.

Yang Wenbin, and his sister, took turns calling Abba, hoping that he would wake up and look at us again.

However, no matter what Yang Wenbin and his sister called, Abba still lay there quietly, breathing evenly, without any response.

"Could it be that Abba is just ready to leave?" Yang Wenbin's heart was full of questions.

He called Abba a few more times, hoping that he would wake up, but Abba just lay there quietly, not answering anyone's call.

Grandma came to Abba's side and called Abba's name a few times, hoping to say a few more words to Abba. But Abba still lay there quietly, not speaking, not responding.

And so it went until four or five o'clock in the afternoon. But Abba showed no signs of waking up, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Yang Wenbin and his sister waited by Abba's side every step of the way. One is that they hope for some miracle, and the other is that they also hope that when Abba is gone, they can be by his side and not be lonely.

At six o'clock in the evening, Abba entered the morning state, with only a long exhale, and no more breath.

This is not a drill, but a real one, and the deadline is approaching!

Yang Wenbin checked Abba's pulse, Abba's pulse felt that it was still beating weakly, but the strength was getting weaker and weaker.

Yang Wenbin found that white lines appeared in the middle of the wrinkles on Abba's forehead, and they slowly unfolded.

Isn't this exactly what my cousin said before parting?

My sister brought a basin of water and wiped Abba's body with a towel.

Yang Wenbin has been checking the pulse on Abba's wrist with his hand, monitoring Abba's pulse.

The uncle of the aunt's family came in, looked at the situation, and said to his sister and Yang Wenbin: "People can't do it, let's prepare for the future." ”

This fruit, Abba's hands and feet feel a little cold, and the only thing is that there is still some heat left on his chest.

Abba was still gulping out for air.

After another half hour, Abba's pulse beat more and more slowly.

Of course, at 6:50 a.m., the wrinkles on my forehead slowly disappeared, my pulse stopped beating, and my breathing stopped!

Yang Wenbin quickly jumped off the kang and went to the wing room to bring the old clothes.

My sister quickly put a piece of silver into Abba's mouth, and then closed his mouth and let him go to another world peacefully.

Relatives and friends also helped to carry the door panel in, ready to place Abba's body.

At this time, my sister began to burn two and a half pounds of burning paper again, and pointed out the way to heaven for Abba .

Yang Wenbin, with the help of his childhood friend He Mingjun, first put three coats on himself and rolled up his sleeves.

Then, he took off Abba's underwear and underwear, gently wiped Abba's body with water, and then put clothes on him.

Put on your shirt and pants first, then your socks.

Put on four layers of pants, tie the waistband, and put on new shoes.

Then, he carefully lifted Abba's upper body, put on the four sets of clothes, and then, helped him to lift his hips, and arranged the robe from the top to the bottom.

After putting it on, he buttoned Abba's buttons one by one and put on his hat.

Then, place a new layer of mattress on the door panel and place the pillows and footrests.

Everyone, together, lifted my father from the kang to the door panel on the ground.

Then, place the lid sheet over Abba's body from top to bottom.

Then, put ingots on each side, put the offering table, turn on the lantern, and light the incense candles.

At the same time, burnt paper in a clay pot.