AWB Chapter 78 Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?
Chapter 78 Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?
Tan Zhengchu was about to have his meal when he noticed Su Yingxue's unusual behavior after answering the phone.
Su Yingxue's originally rosy face turned ashen white, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and worry.
Tan Zhengchu's heart tightened suddenly.
He immediately put down his cutlery, got up, and quickly went to Su Yingxue's side.
"What happened? Did something happen to Grandpa?" Tan Zhengchu frowned deeply.
His worry was undisguised, and his voice trembled slightly with nervousness.
Su Yingxue gripped her phone tightly, nodded with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, Grandpa is sick, and his condition is very serious."
This sudden news was like a boulder crashing into the once calm lake, instantly shattering the warm atmosphere.
A tense atmosphere, like a heavy gloom, quickly enveloped the entire room.
Su Yingxue abruptly hung up the phone, her movements so hasty that the chair scraped violently against the floor with a screeching sound. At that moment, she was filled with anxiety, her eyes fixed on only one unwavering belief—to get to her grandfather's side as quickly as possible.
She hurried along without stopping, rushing towards the door.
Tan Zhengchu quickly followed, saying with concern, "Yingxue, you haven't finished eating yet. Eat something first, and I'll drive you there after you're done."
Without turning her head, Su Yingxue's steps quickened: "I can't eat. You eat at home first, stay put, and wait for my call."
How could Tan Zhengchu let her go alone? He followed closely behind Su Yingxue without hesitation: "I'll go with you. I won't let you face this alone."
The two rushed to the hospital in a panic, and Su Yingxue rushed into the ward without regard for anything else.
Upon entering, the pungent smell of disinfectant hits you.
The monotonous beeping sounds from various instruments intertwined to form a heartbreaking symphony of sorrow.
On the hospital bed, Grandpa's eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.
His face was sallow, like old, mottled paper; his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his emaciated appearance was heartbreaking.
Sparse white hair lay haphazardly on his scalp, and his lips were cracked like a long-dried riverbed, devoid of any color.
His breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and his body was covered with tubes of varying thicknesses, from which clear liquid slowly flowed. Each drop of liquid was like a countdown to the passing of life, relentlessly pounding on Su Yingxue's heart.
For Su Yingxue, her grandfather was one of the few people in the Su family who treated her very well.
In Su Yingxue's memory, her grandfather always protected her when she was a child.
Grandpa would secretly save any good food for her, and he didn't care if others objected.
When Su Yingxue was ruthlessly kicked out of the Su family, her grandfather was the one who argued vehemently.
For Su Yingxue's sake, he was willing to go against the entire Su family.
Although in the end, Grandpa couldn't change the outcome and was driven out by the indifferent members of the Su family.
But Su Yingxue always remembered her grandfather's love for her.
Therefore, no one could match Grandpa's position in Su Yingxue's heart, and the bond between them was deep.
Seeing her grandfather like this now, Su Yingxue felt her heart breaking.
Upon seeing this, Su Yingxue's legs went weak. If Tan Zhengchu hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
It felt as if her throat was being gripped tightly by a cruel, large hand.
After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a heartfelt cry from her grief: "Grandpa..."
She rushed to the bedside, tightly grasped her grandfather's thin, bony hand, her body trembling violently with overwhelming emotion.
At this moment, Uncle Su Qi slowly walked over, dragging his exhausted body.
His face was weary, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for days.
His voice was low and hoarse, each word sounding like it was uttered with all his strength: "Yingxue, Grandpa's illness... sigh, no one has taken good care of him all this time, and his health is deteriorating day by day."
This illness came on so suddenly. Su Yingqing and Zhao Dakuang had only seen their grandfather a few times before he turned out like this.
The doctor just told me that the situation is very bad.
If he continues to lack care like this, I'm afraid... I'm afraid Grandpa doesn't have much time left."
Su Yingxue's body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been electrocuted.
She turned her head, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at Uncle Su: "Uncle Su, how could this happen? How could Su Yingqing and Zhao Dakang let Grandpa become like this? How could they not take good care of him?"
Just then, Su Yingqing and Zhao Dakuang walked in.
Zhao Dakang is Su Yingxue's cousin and the CEO of a listed company.
He had always looked down on Su Yingxue and often bullied her with Su Yingqing and Su Yingyun.
However, Zhao Da Kuang and Su Ying Qing had a very good relationship, and they often teased Su Ying Xue when they were young.
The moment Su Yingxue saw them, a raging fire instantly ignited in her eyes.
Those gazes were like two incredibly sharp blades, piercing straight at the two of them.
She jumped up and pointed at them.
Her voice trembled with anger: "What are you doing here? Look at the state Grandpa is in now! How dare you show your face here?"
Su Yingqing's eyes darted around nervously as she stammered, "We... we just found out Grandpa was sick, so we rushed over to check on him."
Su Yingxue's eyes widened in fury, her anger seemingly about to devour the other person: "You just found out? Where have you all put Grandpa all this time? Where has your concern for Grandpa gone? Now that Grandpa is so sick, you only come now, what's the use? Have you all lost your conscience?"
Zhao Da Kuang, however, remained indifferent, a slight sneer playing on his lips: "Hmph, what does this have to do with us? We're not his personal caregivers."
He's sick because of his own health issues; don't try to blame it on us.
Upon seeing this, Tan Zhengchu rushed forward and tightly protected Su Yingxue behind him.
His eyes were as sharp as ice blades as he stared coldly at Zhao Da Kuang.
A powerful aura spread outwards like surging ocean waves.
His body leaned slightly forward, like a lion poised to pounce, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.
Zhao Da Kuang was not to be outdone. He straightened his back, raised his head, and stared at Tan Zhengchu.
His eyes were full of provocation, as if to say, "I'm not afraid of you, don't try to scare me."
"You'd better explain yourself clearly. Don't think you can shirk responsibility so easily. Grandpa is so sick, don't you feel any remorse? Are you even human?" Tan Zhengchu's voice was deep and authoritative.
Each word was like a heavy lead weight, crashing heavily into the air, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.
The temperature in the entire ward seemed to plummet due to his anger, chilling to the bone and sending shivers down one's spine.
"Hmph, I have nothing to say, don't mess with me. I'm just here to go through the motions, what does this old man's illness have to do with me? Don't try to smear me."