Chapter 13: What to Do?

I went to the hospital to accompany Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu, who became a vegetative person, had no consciousness at all, could not speak, could not move, and could not take care of himself, his trachea was cut, and he could only eat through a guò needle through his nostrils.

Now Jiang Ziyu can only lie upright on the bed, he can't do anything except panting.

I sat down in front of Jiang Ziyu's bed, leaned on him, stretched out my hand, and gently stroked his cheeks, eyes, nose, and mouth—just as I had touched him before.

I muttered:

"Jiang Ziyu, when will you wake up? Jiang Ziyu, are you okay when you wake up? Jiang Ziyu, you wake up, talk to me, okay?

Jiang Ziyu still didn't answer me, and he didn't react at all.

I felt sad in my heart, I couldn't help but have a sour nose, and the tears ran out of the sway, drop by drop, and dripped down on Jiang Ziyu's face. I hurriedly wiped my tears, and then wiped the tears that fell on Jiang Ziyu's face.

With red eyes, I choked up and said:

"Jiang Ziyu, what should I do without you? Jiang Ziyu, sue me, what should I do?"

Mo Dongxia didn't know when she walked in, stood behind me, and sighed softly. After a while, Mo Dongxia asked:

"Xiao Ke, you're not going to work today?"

I put my head up:

"Today it's my turn to rest. ”

Mo Dongxia said:

"Xiao Ke, there is me here, you go home and rest, and get a good night's sleep. ”

"I'm not tired. I said, "I'm here, accompany Jiang Ziyu and talk to him." ”

Mo Dongxia shook her head and sighed: "Xiao Ke, you were already thin, you didn't have much meat, but now you are getting more and more ridiculously thin, a face is pointed and small, and you can only see your eyes, and the whole person is like a thin skin wrapped around a skeleton." ”

I bowed my head and didn't speak.

Mo Dongxia thought for a moment: "Xiao Ke, if you are really ...... Well, if it's too difficult, you can give me less of my salary, or you can owe some first, and I'll save it. Xiao Ke, if you have money in the future, it's not too late to give it to me. ”

My tears welled up again:

"Sister Dongxia, thank you. ”

Mo Dongxia was the caretaker I invited to Jiang Ziyu. Two years older than me. She is a kind girl, with a round face, with a cut bangs, and her face looks like a full moon. Mo Dongxia is not beautiful, and she can even be said to be mediocre, but she has quiet eyebrows, gentle speech, and is quite affinity.

I didn't give Mo Dongxia much money, and I took care of Jiang Ziyu for a long time, but Mo Dongxia didn't complain and knew how to understand my difficulties. She often comforted me:

"Isn't there a song being sung, the sunshine is always after the wind and rain. Xiao Ke, persistence, persistence is victory, understand?"

After Jiang Ziyu's life passed the dangerous period, he spent a lot less money, unlike when he was first hospitalized, when he was just hospitalized, he was thousands of yuan, tens of thousands of yuan, and the money every day was like throwing it into the water.

Although the cost is much less now, Jiang Ziyu's daily hospitalization fees, nursing fees, and medicine expenses add up to more than 500, and a month, it will cost about 17,000.

Now my money has been almost spent, and all the money added up is less than 15,000 - that is, if I don't earn a lot of money, Jiang Ziyu will be kicked out of the hospital in less than a month, and I, because I can't afford to pay the rent, will also be sleeping on the streets.

Earn lots and lots of money!

I thought, what else can I do besides being "Miss"? The thought of being "Miss" made me cry again.

(To be continued)