I didn't sleep all night, and I came home in a trance before dawn.

There was a shadow of the gentleman everywhere, but there was no voice of the gentleman. I cried and fell on the sofa, "Husband, why don't you listen to my advice and have to take that short-lived medicine......"

I sat there until dawn, and I had to take out my household registration book and ID card from my husband's unlocked small box, and go to the hospital again to issue a death certificate.

It rained heavily, as if I was crying for the life and death of my husband and me...... The scene of parting with my husband can't help but resurface.

At two o'clock in the morning, I stood at the head of my husband's bed and kept calling him, but he was still unconscious. The nurse aunt asked to look at the gentleman and said in her experience, "The old gentleman is no good...... The data on the monitoring instrument was declining, and the doctor reminded me that according to the downward trend, my husband still had more than ten minutes, so I hurriedly called my uncle, and my uncle turned the car back to the hospital again......

My sister-in-law told me to sit on a chair next to me to rest, and I said with tears in my eyes that I would accompany him until the end......

The corners of the gentleman's mouth began to bleed...... Suddenly, blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, and the blood kept dripping down the slightly inclined bedside soaked quilt onto the ground, and I kept crying, "Husband, look at me......"

The data on the instrument finally returned to zero, and the blood was still dripping on the ground. My uncle and sister-in-law followed my aunt to choose the shroud provided by the one-stop service, and I cried and gently wiped the blood splashed on my face with a napkin, and slowly closed his unclosed eyes with my hands......

The husband was unwilling, he always thought that he could survive through active treatment, and he promised his daughter that he would play a harmonica for her mother, and her husband would sing it; His words "Wife, I haven't done enough to be a partner with you" still echoed in his ears......

Because he went to Chongming to go through the procedures, the doctor couldn't help but be a little more careful than usual. Chongming is not as good as Shanghai, I can't find the street in the computer, the doctor is out of line, and I thought of Baidu search in a hurry. After finding the phone number of the Dongwang police station, I hurriedly dialed it, but no one answered, and I pressed my phone in disappointment.

After a while, the phone rang, "Hey, are you calling?" I'm here at the Dongwang Police Station", I struck a thrill, "yes to the ......" very lucky, I met a good policeman. He told me to hang up first and get back to me after verifying the situation. After several twists and turns, I was finally asked to copy the address name on the household register.

The doctor had a hard time on the computer because the system didn't recognize it and couldn't type. The young female doctor went upstairs and downstairs several times for me, and finally said helplessly that she could only write by hand, but I don't know if the other party agreed. I dialed Chongming's phone again, and the other party's "yes" made me feel relieved.

Xiao Liu, the driver sent by the one-stop service, waited for me outside the emergency room for two hours, and I was very sorry not to go......

The rain kept falling, and when I crossed the Yangtze River Bridge, I found that it was not raining in Chongming.

It's still this road, it's still this beautiful scenery, but the driver around me is no longer my husband, I can't help but feel sad, tears disobediently overflow my eyes, Xiao Liu comforted me, "Sister, don't be too sad......"

suddenly lost the person who cared for you, only to find out that he used to be the person who loved you the most. I silently thought in my heart, husband, I came to Chongming again, but you have left me, and if you want to see each other again, you can only be in a dream.

When I saw the familiar police station, I couldn't help but think of an episode shortly after my marriage, and it felt like a dream.

The formalities went smoothly, and the household registration police also helped me make a few more copies of the documents to be used at my request.

Along the way, my tears kept flowing, flowing......