Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Chapter 107 Jia Dongxu Passes Away

In the hospital corridor, the dim lights cast mottled shadows on the wall. After a series of intense rescue operations, Jia Dongxu regained consciousness briefly.

The doctor stood outside the door, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and sadness. He turned around and said to Yi Zhonghai who was waiting anxiously: "You go in and say your final goodbyes to him."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and despair.

After a long while, Yi Zhonghai came back to his senses and said to the doctor in a trembling voice: "Doctor, please, save my apprentice. We will pay no matter how much it costs. Please."

The doctor looked at Yi Zhonghai's grief-stricken expression, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He sighed softly and shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best, but there is nothing we can do. You should go in and take a last look at him."

Yi Zhonghai's legs seemed to have lost their strength. He staggered a few steps and finally reached Jia Dongxu's ward. He pushed open the door and walked in. In the ward, Jia Dongxu was lying on the bed, his face pale and his eyes closed.

Yi Zhonghai walked to the bedside, his steps were heavy and slow, as if every step was carrying heavy grief. He looked at Jia Dongxu, who was dying on the bed, and the pain in his heart was beyond words. He held Jia Dongxu's hand with trembling hands, and the hands that were once full of energy were now cold and weak.

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head and tried his best to make his voice sound calm and warm: "Dongxu, Dongxu, are you okay? Don't be afraid, Master is here." His voice revealed deep concern and reluctance.

Jia Dongxu opened his eyes slightly. His face was pale and haggard, but his eyes were shining with determination. He smiled at Yi Zhonghai, and that smile was full of gratitude and apology.

He said intermittently: "Master...I'm sorry...I promised...to take care of you in your old age, but I...broke the promise. Master...my mother still has...good things...please take care of me..."

Yi Zhonghai was filled with an indescribable grief when listening to Jia Dongxu's words. Seeing how Jia Dongxu was struggling to speak, he quickly said, "Master will help you take care of your mother and Banggeng. Don't say anything and save your energy. Your mother will be here soon. Let's wait for her."

When Jia Dongxu heard Yi Zhonghai's promise, a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that his time was running out, but he believed that Yi Zhonghai would keep his promise and take good care of his family.

Jia Dongxu felt relieved, and his determination faded. He turned his head, looked in the direction of the door, and pointed there, as if he wanted to say something. However, his hand suddenly fell down weakly, and he closed his eyes.

When Yi Zhonghai saw Jia Dongxu close his eyes, his heart seemed to be torn apart. He held Jia Dongxu's hand tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, but never falling.

With shaking hands, he carefully placed his fingers under Jia Dongxu's nose, trying to feel the faint breath. However, when he felt that the breath had disappeared, his body seemed to be emptied and he sat on the ground all of a sudden.

Yi Zhonghai's heart was filled with despair and grief. He didn't want to believe that this young life had left him like this. He struggled to get up and hugged Jia Dongxu tightly, as if he wanted to keep him with his own strength.

He called out sadly: "Dongxu, Dongxu, open your eyes and look at the master. Your mother hasn't come yet. Open your eyes..."

At this moment, Jia Zhang rushed to the hospital. When she heard Yi Zhonghai's shouting, she felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart. She did not dare to stay and hurried to the ward where the sound came from.

She pushed the door open and saw Jia Dongxu lying on the bed with blood all over his body and his eyes closed. Her heart sank as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Jia Zhang asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle, is Jia Dongxu just asleep? Will he be fine after waking up?" Her voice was a little tearful, and her eyes were fixed on Yi Zhonghai, expecting to hear a negative answer from him. However, Yi Zhonghai's silence and hesitation made her feel even more uneasy.

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head, avoiding Jia Zhang's gaze. He knew that the cruelty at this moment was necessary. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to calm himself down, and then slowly said, "Sister-in-law Jia, Dongxu has..." His voice choked, as if trying to suppress the grief in his heart, "He is gone."

When Jia Zhang heard this, she froze in place as if struck by lightning. Her eyes widened, tears welled up in her eyes but never fell. Her face was as pale as snow, and she held the door handle tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to draw some support from it.

She shook her head in disbelief, muttering to herself, "Impossible, impossible..." Her voice was trembling and weak, as if even she herself did not believe this cruel fact.

She walked towards the bed, her steps heavy and slow. With every step, her heart felt torn apart, and she felt so painful that she couldn't breathe. Her eyes fell on her son, who was once full of energy and vigor, but now he lay there quietly, motionless. An indescribable grief and despair surged in her heart, as if the whole world had collapsed.

She stretched out her trembling hands and gently stroked her son's cheeks, tears finally falling. Her sobs were low and sad, as if even the sky was infected by her grief and became gloomy.

Jia Zhang's grief and despair devoured every ray of sunshine and warmth in the ward like a black hole. Everyone present felt the strong impact of this sadness. They stood silently with sympathy in their eyes. They knew that no words could ease the pain of this mother at this moment.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Zhang's heartbroken expression, and felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on him. He suppressed his inner grief and tried to make his voice sound steady and powerful: "Sister-in-law Jia, you must be patient and accept the change. Dongxu is gone, and we want him to leave peacefully. Before he left, he was still worried about you, you..."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang's emotions instantly exploded like a ignited bomb. She raised her head suddenly, tears falling like beads from a broken string, her eyes were red and swollen and full of tears, and the tear marks on her cheeks were like two deep tear marks, which looked extremely dazzling.

She cried out, "Excuse me? What should I express my condolences for? I lost my husband when I was young, and my son when I was middle-aged. What else can I express my condolences for in my life? My Dongxu, such a filial child, how could he be gone? When he left this morning, he told me to wait for him to pass the third level of blacksmithing!"

Jia Zhang's cry was heartbreaking, as if she was accusing fate of being unfair. Her voice was filled with endless grief and despair, and every cry seemed to be the pain squeezed out from the bottom of her heart. Her hands tightly grasped the railing of the bed, as if she wanted to draw a little strength from it to support her shaky body.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Zhang's painful expression and thought of his departed disciple. His heart felt as if it was cut by a knife. The air in the ward seemed to be frozen, and only Jia Zhang's crying sound echoed in the air.