Chapter Seventy-Five: Snatching People from Death with the Grim Reaper
The bathroom was steaming, and the blurry frosted glass was covered with layers of water droplets that flowed down the pattern and spilled blood from under the crack in the door.
In the bathtub, strands of black hair floated on the water, and from time to time there were blisters rising from the bottom of the water, and in the quiet bathroom, the sound of blisters was particularly abrupt.
I soaked in the tranquil water, my body covered in red blood, my clothes wrapped all over my body, and my whole back pressed against the bottom of the tub.
The clock on the wall ticked several times, and the door outside rattled, and my mother walked in with a briefcase in her hand, and a bag of vegetables in the other.
"Nuno, Mom is back, bought your favorite fruit, and bought several dragon fruits."
As he spoke, he entered the house while changing his shoes, put the plastic bag in his hand on the coffee table and was about to go to the bedroom on the right-hand side, but he might as well step on a puddle of water.
"How can there be such water?"
She frowned and walked in step by step, the water in it became more and more, the color became more and more wrong, the heart in her chest pounded, and the arm holding the wall trembled slightly.
"Nono? Is it you in there? ”
The mother looked into the bathroom and shouted in a trembling voice, and the people in the bathroom did not respond for a long time under the mist.
The person outside covered his mouth and stretched out his hand to push open the bathroom door, and what jumped into his eyes was the red all over the floor, and the blood in the white bathtub.
"Nono!"
The mother let out a heart-rending cry, and immediately burst into tears, and her legs went limp, and she stumbled into the person in the bathtub.
Regardless of the sore knee, the mother put her hand into the bathtub and fished out the whitish person soaked in the water, and kept wiping the water on her face with her hands.
"What's wrong with you? Don't do that, mom go call......"
Laboriously pulled the unconscious man out of the bathtub, got up and ran to the living room wet.
"Telephone...... Phone ......"
The mother was rummaging through her phone in the living room, water droplets ran down her hair and clothes fell to the ground, and the sofa was dripping with water.
"Hello? My daughter is in a coma now...... Right...... We...... I'm ......."
She slapped herself on the forehead, looking panicked, and still muttering, "Where is this...... Where? No way...... Where? ”
"Ma'am? Where are you? ”
"In ...... In the tube building...... Nearby"
"Ma'am, don't be in a hurry, speak slowly."
"How can I be slow? How slow am I? My daughter was bleeding a lot! She's unconscious! ”
The person on the other end of the phone still had a businesslike tone: "Madam, don't worry, slowly tell us your address, and we will go immediately."
The mother took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually stabilized: "My home is in the Jingyuan community near the tube building."
"Okay, we'll go right away, you get ready in advance."
"Doodoo ......"
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, her hand holding the phone hung down, and the phone fell on the light blue floor with a crisp sound.
"Nono, why are you torturing yourself?"
The mother, whose face was full of despair, lifted her feet and walked to the bathroom, the face of the person on the floor was pale, a few strands of hair were attached to her face, and there was not a trace of blood on her lips.
She threw herself on her knees on the water-filled ground, reached out and hugged the person into her arms, her arms hugged tightly, her expression was grief-stricken, and two lines of tears slipped down the corners of her eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay, Mom called the doctor, Nuo Nuo, you wait......"
The body of the person in the arms is getting colder and colder, and the mother is holding it tighter and tighter, and the body kneeling on the ground is shaking one after the other, as if coaxing the child to sleep.
There were ambulances speeding all the way on the street, and passers-by looked sideways, wondering which family had another accident, or which old man had fallen ill again.