Capítulo 1424: Chapter 1424: Cat Theft (Part 2)
Duan Qianyang fell silent again after hearing the doctor’s words. The doctor waited for a while, estimating that he needed ti to digest, and then walked away.
Duan Qianyang didn’t know how long he stood in the corridor, but his legs were a bit numb by the ti Duan Qirui walked up beside him, snapping him back to awareness.
Duan Qianyang looked at the shoes that ca into view, still stained with blood, which must have been picked up while bringing Old Man Duan here. But at this mont, he had no ti to clean them and could only endure it.
He led Duan Qirui away from the corridor and outside the hospital entrance: “Why did Dad go to the second floor?”
“I don’t know.” This puzzled Duan Qirui as well; even when Old Man Duan’s legs were still good, he rarely went to the second floor, so why would he go now, in a wheelchair?
“Who else was at ho besides you when the accident happened?”
“Sishu, Nianian,” Duan Qirui answered.
“What was Nianian doing at the ti?”
Duan Qirui tried hard to recall but couldn’t rember: “There were too many people then, I don’t rember.”
He raised his head, puzzled, looking at Duan Qianyang: “Big brother, why are you asking this?”
Duan Qianyang didn’t answer, just patted his shoulder and went to the ward.
In the ward, Duan Sishu was still sobbing, Duan Xin stood on the other side, looking sowhat sad and distressed, but not to the point of tears. Feng Nianian stood far away at the window, always with her head down, her eyelids drooping, making it hard to discern her emotions.
When Duan Qianyang entered, his gaze lingered on her several tis. Feng Nianian might have felt his gaze and looked up.
Their eyes t.
One pair of eyes carried scrutiny.
Another pair of eyes was extrely cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if the person lying in this hospital bed had nothing to do with her.
Facing those pitch-black, emotionless eyes, Duan Qianyang suddenly recalled what his nephew had told him about this niece before. At that ti, he thought his nephew was exaggerating, but now truly eting her gaze, he realized Duan Xin wasn’t lying.
Those eyes were too hollow, too eerie, like a bottomless pit that could suck you in.
Looking at them for too long even made him feel uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that brought goosebumps all over.
“Big brother, what did the doctor say? Will Dad be okay?” asked Duan Sishu, crying, pulling Duan Qianyang’s attention back.
Duan Qianyang sighed and shook his head: “There’s no need for treatnt anymore. Stay in the hospital tonight, accompany Dad through his final journey.”
“Big brother!” Duan Sishu looked at him incredulously, as if he were an executioner: “How can you say such things, what do you an there’s no need for treatnt?”
Duan Qianyang retold what the doctor had just said. It wasn’t that Duan Qianyang was really cold-blooded or that he had no feelings for Old Man Duan.
It’s just that he was rational enough. Old Man Duan was already at this age, the last stroke hadn’t even healed, and now he fell down the stairs, with his rib piercing his lung, not even having the possibility of surgery. Dragging it out like this would only be a slow death, each breath painful, there was no need to prolong such suffering.
Duan Sishu, after hearing this, still couldn’t understand, crying and shaking her head: “Even so, we shouldn’t give up.”
Duan Qianyang knew this sister of his had been coddled into laziness over the years, her thoughts simple, so he didn’t argue with her.
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