The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Carl grabbed her: "Venus, your hands are shaking, do you think you can't have surgery anymore?!"

"Let go of me!" Yun Ci let out a roar from her throat and pushed it away. She wanted to continue the operation on Gu Jingwen, but her hands were shaking horribly.

Just like half a year ago, standing in front of my mother's operating table, fear wrapped around her hands, pulling back and forth non-stop.

With a bang, the scalpel fell to the ground.

Yun Ci hurriedly bent over to pick it up, and actually picked it up once and again. With no strength on her hands, she kept slamming her hands on the ground.

Don't shake! Don't shake anymore!

Carl firmly grasped Yunci's hands: "Enough! Go out, let the nurses finish!"

"No! It's not over yet! It's not!" Yunci was hysterical, got up from the ground, rushed over like crazy, hugged Gu Jingwen on the operating table tightly: "I can save him!"

"How can I save you if you're already dead!" Carl stretched out his hand to stop Yunci's waist, dragged her to the operating room, and nodded to the nurses.

Yun Ci was forced to let go of the hand that was holding Gu Jingwen, struggled frantically in Carl's arms, his eyes widened in horror, and watched the nurses take off the ventilator, unplug all the instruments, and stand in front of Gu Jingwen to announce.

"The patient died..."

Yunci was dragged out of the operating room, slipped slowly from Carl's arms, and fell heavily on the cold ground. She covered her face with her hands, clenched her teeth, and cried like a loss. Children all over the world.

The cry echoed in the empty corridor, and it didn't go away for a long time.

She failed to keep her mother, nor could she keep Gu Jingwen.

Early in the morning, Jun Duonuan received the news and hurriedly felt the apartment.

The door was not closed, she pushed in and saw Yunci sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a square table in front of him was placed with urns.

"Mummy..." Jun Duonuan shouted cautiously.

Yun Ci did not respond, his face was pale, his eyes staring at the urn empty, like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves.

Jun Duonuan couldn't help crying, tears pattered: "Uncle Gu..."

At the weekend, she was still eating the meal made by Uncle Gu, and she was still quarreling with Uncle Gu.

He and Uncle Gu have only known each other for a few months, and they are already so sad. How can Mommy accept it?

Jun Duonen stepped forward, knelt on the ground, hugged Yunci tightly, feeling her body cold and stiff like a stone.

In the evening, the funeral staff came to the door.

The cemetery Yunci has already been bought, and he has chosen the best place. Finally, he doesn't have to be like when he was alive, carrying the unreasonable charges, but can only shrink in this remote corner.

Yunci stood up with his arm, hugged the urn tightly and walked out, every step like walking on the tip of a knife.

It would be best for her to give him a ride.

Jun Duonuan followed behind him silently.

When they arrived at the cemetery, the funeral staff was going to pick up the urn.

Yun Ci hid for a while, his voice hoarse: "I'll do it myself."

She lowered her head, pressed her cheek against the urn, rubbed it, and then said softly: "This time, I will take a good rest. I will see you again."

After speaking, Yun Ci squatted on the ground and slowly put the urn into the cemetery, watching those people brandishing the shovel, and the dirt was covering the urn until it was completely invisible.

She leaned down and grasped the soil tightly with both hands, and finally had to admit that Gu Jingwen was really gone.