Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1111 came so fast

When we arrived at the hospital, the specialist was consulting with Hank and Dennis sat with me

outside in the hallway waiting.

I thought Shaw was in there, but only the doctor and nurse came out at the end of the day.

Dennis had to go hear the results of the consultation, so I went ahead and brought in the meal.

Hank should be woken up, sitting against the bed, expressionlessly looking out the window, motionless,

like a statue.

"Good morning." Whispered a greeting and closed the door, before going in and opening the lunchbox.

The porridge was only prepared for one person, and it was still steaming. With the lunch box, I spooned

a spoonful, blew out the heat, and brought it to his mouth.

Hank unexpectedly put his face to the other side, silently resisting.

Being angry and laughing, but can not help but continue to be patient and try to communicate, "I made

it with my own hands, sure not to try a bite?"

Hank didn't even look back, "Small favors, think I'll fall for that?"

"You don't have to be so defensive." I deflated, simply put down the porridge, attitude tough, "this meal

you eat or not, will not determine your life or death, but will corrupt the little good feeling you have left in

my heart, you are not afraid of death, then you are afraid that I completely disgust you?"

Kill the heart but so, I do not want to risk stimulating him to say such ruthless words, but all things,

there is always a way to overcome, soft Hank is not used, the attitude can only be more forceful.

The atmosphere stagnated for a few seconds, Hank finally reacted and turned his head a little.

I reached out again, opened my mouth cooperatively, and swallowed the porridge.

One bite went down and frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Don't you like lean bok choy porridge?"

Hank lifted his lips, dry lips almost stuck together from the porridge, making his speech look extra

strained, "How much salt did you put in?"

"Too salty? Just wait, I'll go back and make a new one."

The porridge is made according to the taste of the family, the patient's taste may be lighter, but I

neglected, rare Hank willing to eat, two more trips do not feel tired.

I was just about to put the porridge back when Hank stopped me again, "You can eat it with plain water,

and I have to wait for you to toss it back and forth? No patience."

I was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "That's okay."

After that, he went to get some hot water and mixed it into the porridge, feeding it one by one, and

Hank obediently ate it all.

There were a few more Chinese meals in the lunchbox, and when he asked for more, he impatiently

shook his head and refused.

After packing up the dope, I was ready to peel an apple, so I pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of

the bed.

Hank kept looking at me, halfway through peeling the apple, and finally couldn't resist speaking, "You

came, can I assume, to have agreed to my terms?"

I froze for a moment before continuing again, saying faintly, "No."

He took a deep breath and laughed at himself again, "You're here early, earlier than that stupid woman,

guess if you come in at this time tomorrow and see a living, breathing me or a cold corpse?"

The words scared me so much that I almost scratched myself, gritting my teeth and betting on it, "In

that case, I won't shed a single tear."

He said then looked up and fiercely reached out and disliked the peeled apple to his mouth, "A coward

who completely disregards his family and friends and goes to his death to fight for a breath of air is not

worth me feeling sorry for him."

Hank's reflexive body hand caught the apple, and I instantly let go and got up with a stern face, huffing

and puffing towards the door.

"Where to?" Obviously not willing to let me go, but the mouth refused to give in, "Can't stand this bit of

hardship? It seems you don't want me to live much either."

"Go ask the doctor your diagnosis, if there is no salvation, as you wish direct euthanasia, so that you

are satisfied?" I said with a cold face.

Hank couldn't take advantage of it, so he turned his face back and said wanly to himself, "I don't

object."

That life and death has a life rich in heaven virtue, really owes a beating, "Seriously, if you are not a

patient, I will beat you up hard."

After saying that, the high heels stomped loudly and quickly left the ward, slamming the door shut with

a bang.

The moment you turn around, your body is instantly raided by mental fatigue again, and the whole

person wilts.

Hank this look, no desire to live, not sure when it will really like he said those gambling words, silent

end of life.

The thought of that scene is chilling all over.

After passing the management office of the floor, a group of people suddenly burst in from the stairway,

surrounding the nurse's station with an eager inquiry, "Where can I go to the rooftop? Where?"

"The rooftop is not a place where patients and their families can go at will." The nurse was a bit fat,

probably from an extra night shift, and her physique and attitude were not very good.

"I'm not a family member, is a negotiator, negotiator do you understand, someone jumped, and then

delayed the accident is not you responsible!" The man in charge was anxious.

Only then did the nurse realize the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly called for the keys and

handed them over in a hurry.

Old age, sickness and death, here every day, can not accept the reality, choose to end the pain early,

not at all unusual, just now as a patient's friend, but a different state of mind, if possible, would like to

advise that one, to think a little, not yet the worst time.

Watching the negotiator disappear with his men at the security exit, he stood bewildered for a moment

before lifting his feet again and heading to the attending doctor's office to join Dennis.

Every two steps, a vibration in the pocket, into the phone.

I was puzzled to pick it up, but it was the long-lost Shaw's number, and I thought she had eliminated all

these modern devices.

Press the answer button and put it to your ear, ready to ask where she is, "Hello, Shaw ......"

"Are you the family of the owner?"

The words only to the throat and was suppressed back, the phone is an unfamiliar male voice, the tone

of business, but not lack of tension.

"You mean Shaw?" I was a little confused, "What happened to her?"

"Yes, you'd better hurry up and come to the first hospital, she's on the rooftop and could jump at any

time!"

The brain chaos for two seconds, reacted to immediately run towards the stairway where the negotiator This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

just disappeared, "I'll be right there, you must stop her!"

The good thing is that the inpatient department is only two floors away from the rooftop, less than two

minutes, and after contacting the police, I met Shaw outside the quarantine.

She stood at the very edge of the rooftop, the skirt at her feet was blown by the morning breeze, curling

and light, if not at the edge of the ghost gate, it was a beautiful painting.

Is that how Hank's mother left him, and is that how she's going to leave him?

"Shaw!" Heart beating violently, I didn't know how to persuade, the only thought in my head, was for her

to at least focus on safety.

She heard a voice and turned her face calmly, "There you are."

A pause, and a bitter smile down for a while, "came so quickly, so many things I have not thought about

it ......"

Was wondering what this means, behind a police officer whispered a reminder, "Try to delay, the fire

department is blocking the road, now there is no protection down there!"