Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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I saw the grief of Mao Mao's face, and the gray matter around the body became thicker. I couldn't help anxious in my heart and said to the brother, "Do you know Mao Mao, that is Lin Miaomiao's son?"

The brother wiped his tears and looked at me stiffly and smiled: "Of course I know that Sister Miao Miao brought him to work before. Our employees like him very much, very sensible and obedient."

I frowned, and glanced at Mao Mao beside me. Why did they listen to him and feel that Mao Mao's death was unknown to them?

Sure enough, the following few words stunned me.

"Unfortunately, Miao Miao's girlfriend agreed to let Mao Mao live in her house temporarily, but ... the day of the accident, we called her girlfriend, but no one answered, very strange."

I immediately felt a horrible thought in my heart, and even I was taken aback by this idea. I tightened my nerves and asked carefully: "You said that you can't contact Lin Miaomiao's girlfriend?"

The brother nodded: "I have also made a few calls recently and have been unable to reach each other. I feel very strange. Is it possible to go abroad?"

My feet fluttered a little, and I almost fell to the ground before leaning a little back, and hit a hard body.

"Huaer."

I know that the voice of a demon can't be heard by others. I lower my head and glanced at the furry tears around me, turning that assumption into my heart into a fact.

Lin Miaomiao was hospitalized with cerebral hemorrhage, and Mao Mao was staying at her girlfriend's house. Now I saw Mao Mao's soul drifting beside me, and my brother could not reach Lin Miaomiao's girlfriend.

The facts are clear!

At the home of his mother's girlfriend, Mao Mao encountered what happened and what pain he experienced. I dare not imagine.

Just know that things have gone in the worst direction.

I looked at the ground brother seriously and asked, "Thank you, can you tell me which hospital Lin Miaomiao is in now?"

Let Mao Mao meet his mother first, and other things ... After Mao Mao's affairs are done, I will investigate.

"By the way ... is it convenient for me to give her girlfriend's contact information?"

The brother looked at me dumbly, with some vigilance: "Who the **** are you and why do you want to pursue so many things? Are you ... you are a debt collection agency?"

His voice was so loud that he just called out, attracting the attention of another female ground attendant. I quickly explained: "No, you think too much!"

I glanced at Mao Mao, and couldn't bear it, and took a deep breath: "I know Mao Mao, if you believe me, please tell me which hospital his mother is in, okay ..."

The brother hesitated, glanced at me several times, and hesitated to speak.

"Maomao likes lollipops, strawberry flavors."

Mao Mao said, and he pointed to the little brother and said to me, "This brother bought me a lollipop."

I immediately understood what he meant, and he was vigilant and hesitant to say, "You bought strawberry-like lollipops for Mao Mao, didn't you?"

The little brother looked at me in surprise, without a reply.

"I said that, don't you believe me? Mao Mao has been chatting with me, and I know everything that happened."

The vigilance in his eyes was finally removed, and a piece of paper was torn from the scratch pad on the table, and a few lines of information were quickly written on it with a pen and passed to me.

"I believe what you say. This is the hospital where Ms. Miao is. The phone number of her girlfriend is below. I don't know the address."

I took the paper from the small window and glanced at it.

It is a tertiary hospital in this city. The medical level is very high, which makes my heart feel a little relieved.

However, in the case of Mao Mao ... I didn't know that I hope Lin Miao Miao survived, or I hope she will die.

If she survived, she would learn that her child was dead. It would be crueler than killing her!

Her husband derailed and ran away. Relatives betrayed their faith and disregarded their affection. The only thing that supported her in the world was Mao Mao. How can I, a person who knows the truth, tell her this cruel truth?

If she died of cerebral hemorrhage, perhaps she and her child would still be reunited.

I am not qualified to let others give up life, but in this case, isn't death a relief?

My hand holding the note paper was shaking slightly, and I smiled bitterly at Mao Mao and said, "Come, I'll take you to find my mother."

The saint saw my mood, and the powerful palm wrapped my hand inside.

Since then, Mao Mao has not spoken, and has quietly followed me, only the breath around his body has changed, and it has become darker and darker.

time is limited! I must go to the hospital right away, Maomao, you must insist on that! Your mother is alive and she is fine, so you must be fine too!

I wanted to tell him this, but I knew I couldn't do it myself.

The communication between people and ghosts is affected by many things. I can only meditate in my heart, hoping that Mao Mao can understand my heart and the ideas I pass on to him.

...

I stopped a taxi directly and arrived at the hospital. There were many small windows on the tall building. The white lights were shining through the windows, and some rooms were not turned on.

The big word "outpatient" appeared in front of my eyes. The hospital was very large. Going eastward along the path, you could see the word "emergency".

I used to get sick, so I usually went to the nearest hospital to take a look. I wouldn't go to this tertiary hospital, which is some distance away from home.

I went straight to the "Inpatient Department" and pressed the elevator button as soon as I went in. Then I remembered that I didn't know Lin Miaomiao's ward number.

Anxiety made me look like a headless fly, and I went straight to the front desk to ask.

"Is Lin Miaomiao? She's in the intensive care unit 803 on the eighth floor, and she is not out of danger."

I turned around and left before I heard it. The nurse at the front desk told me: "The medical expenses owed to her by the hospital have been advanced. If you are her family, please go to the ground floor toll collection office to pay the bill."

Apparently, she regarded me as a relative of Lin Miaomiao.

I don't have time to worry about these things with her for a while, I take the elevator and go to the eighth floor.

The elevator was full of people, all of them came to visit the patients' families, and I was alone on the eighth floor.

The scum has been holding my hand tightly and giving me strength, but the flame in my heart is gradually extinguishing.

The original anxiety quickly cooled down, and my heart was filled with boredom and at a loss.

I'm about to see Lin Miaomiao. If she is awake, how can I introduce myself to her, and how can I tell her about things?

Everything I am about to face is not something I can afford.

However, I do not regret helping Mao Mao.

Every unit in the intensive care unit was filled with instruments, and the dying seriously ill patients were forcibly rescued by those cold instruments and hung their lives there.

As I passed a glass window, I glanced in.

The white-haired old man lying in bed could not feel any vitality. On his body, I faintly saw a mass of white material shaking, like a mass of cotton.

To be precise, it is his soul.

His soul began to leave his body. Because his life continued there, the soul separated from him could not be separated from the body, nor could he be fully integrated again.

It seems that the old man should die.

My heart sank, and in this ward on the first floor, there was almost a sense of death.

Looking at the house number, I finally came to the ward where Lin Miaomiao was.

She was lying pale on the hospital bed, with many wires attached to her body, and saline water hanging from her left hand, I could barely feel her quilt undulating.

"mom!"

After seeing his mother, Mao Mao couldn't wait to walk through the door and floated inward.

I was planning to follow up together, but was stopped by a nurse.

"Wait a minute, are you Lin Miaomiao's family?"

I shook my head, glanced at the ward, and explained to her, "I'm not her relative, I'm her son's friend."

The nurse glanced at Lin Miaomiao with mercy, and said, "After she was sent in by a colleague, she has never seen any relatives visit her. Her condition is very bad and she may die at any time.

"Well, why didn't her son come to visit her, how could she be her mother!"

My body trembled, and my eyes were a little sour. Looking at Mao Mao holding my mother's hand in the ward, I felt my heart was almost broken.

"Her son is dead."

I slowly spoke and said this sentence. The nurse was obviously frightened by my words, stunned, and stood there without moving.

"I came here today to visit his mother for Mao Mao. Can I go in?"

After a long nap, the nurse nodded and took me into the ward.

As soon as I went in, a smell of disinfectant several times stronger than the outside filled my nose.

"Why, how could this be."

The nurse's entire face was dark, and she looked sadly at Lin Miaomiao: "What crime has she suffered in this life!"

I pointed to the pale woman on the bed and said to the nurse, "Is she awake? Can you hear us?"

She was a little embarrassed and said: "Most cases are coma, and only a very small amount of time is sober."

"Then I can only hope she can hear our conversation now."

I begged: "Can you let me stay with her alone, I have something to tell her."

The nurse nodded, quietly backed out, and urged before leaving.

"It can't be too long."

"it is good."

I promised.

There is a single chair next to the bed, which is specially designed for visiting patients. I moved up and sat down in case the sound of the chair dragging the floor made Lin Miao Miao.

I looked at Mao Mao beside the bed and sighed helplessly.

"Maomao, mother is here. I found her."

Mao Mao didn't speak. It took a long time before he raised his gray eyes and asked me, "Mom is going to die soon, isn't she, sister."

I quickly shook my head: "No! Maomao's mother will be fine, she can survive."

"Sister doesn't need to lie to me. I know. I can feel her. She can't hold it."

He turned to look at me with a serious look: "Sister, if mom survives, please don't tell her I'm dead."