Life, ah--
The patient persevered for so long, but in the end, he couldn't wait for his son and left with regrets.
As a doctor for these years, I have seen countless partings of life and death, but this one pierced Yang Ping's heart the most.
At the last moments of life, that look back, waiting, helplessness, sigh! It breaks one's heart!
It was almost two in the morning, the streetlights dim, the overpass empty, the stalls had long been deserted.
The winter in the south was also cold, Yang Ping, wearing only a shirt, stood alone on the overpass, allowing the cold wind to blow in his face, entirely forgetting to shiver.
"I love you!"
He gathered the courage to send a WeChat message to Xiao Su.
"I love you!"
Xiao Su immediately replied.
"Where are you?"
"On the overpass!"
"Wait for me!"
"Mhmm"
