noffsinger Chapter 340 Dreamland
Chapter 340 Dreamland
Rain fell in waves, and the temperature plummeted.
An Xiaoyue felt a chill all over her body, so she tightened her coat to wrap herself up and prevent her body heat from dissipating.
On the dark road, her field of vision was less than a meter.
"Where is this?" An Xiaoyue rubbed her hands together, feeling cold.
There was silence all around, and no one answered her question.
She was confused and didn't know where she could go. Her legs seemed to be out of her control, moving forward relentlessly.
"Go! Go faster!"
A stern voice came from nearby. An Xiaoyue was about to say, "I've been walking all along," but she was drawn to a group of people not far away.
The long queue was filled with people who stood there blankly, as if they were wandering souls.
In the blink of an eye, a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of her.
An Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat when she saw the magnified face.
"Uncle Chu, what happened to you? You were perfectly fine before!"
The skin of Chu Jinhuai in front of me was completely ulcerated from his chin to his chest, oozing black fluid.
In just one day, cancer cells shouldn't be this destructive.
"Kind-hearted Xiaoyue, please take good care of Chu Xiao," Chu Jinhuai pleaded in his aged, hoarse voice.
"Uncle Chu, you..."
An Xiaoyue wanted to ask him what was wrong.
But the next second, Chu Jinhuai and the long queue disappeared.
She felt a sudden panic, her heart pounding in her ears.
"Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu..."
"Xiaoyue! Xiaoyue!"
Fu Shengyang cupped An Xiaoyue's sweat-drenched face in his hands and called her name urgently.
He was sleeping soundly, so why did he suddenly keep calling out "Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu..."?
He can't wake Xiaoyue up no matter how he calls her name. What's wrong with Xiaoyue?
Fu Shengyang was at a loss. Besides patting her face and calling her name over and over again, his confused mind couldn't think of any other better way.
Finally, through his persistent efforts, Xiaoyue gradually opened her eyes.
"Sheng Yang?"
Her watery eyes were filled with confusion, which made Fu Shengyang feel a pang of heartache.
"Xiaoyue, what's wrong?"
Thinking about what had just happened to Xiaoyue, he was filled with lingering fear.
“I…” An Xiaoyue’s throat went dry as soon as she opened her mouth. She swallowed to moisten her throat and continued, “I just dreamed about Uncle Chu. He was in a very bad condition, like he was… dead.”
Fu Shengyang was stunned for a moment, but reason told him that it was all a dream.
"It won't be that soon. I was with him during the day. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would die at night."
"I'm worried. Why don't you call Aunt Wei and ask her?"
Fu Shengyang was also worried, so he picked up his phone from the bedside table and called Aunt Wei.
While waiting for the call to connect, he tidied An Xiaoyue's hair, which was damp with sweat.
"I'll go get a glass of warm water. Wait for me on the bed."
Fu Shengyang got up to get some water.
In the room with the nightlight on, only An Xiaoyue remained. She gazed out at the pitch-black night.
Why would I suddenly have this dream?
As a doctor, she has never believed in anything like dream metaphysics.
But it involves Uncle Chu, a cancer patient who chose euthanasia.
In the final moments of his life, she suddenly had this dream, which made it hard for her not to worry about Uncle Chu's condition.
Or perhaps, in some mysterious way, fate wanted him to tell Brother Chu about Uncle Chu's illness?
An Xiaoyue scratched her head, not knowing why.
She picked up her phone in a state of agitation; it was already past four in the morning.
My fingers are tapping randomly on the phone, not knowing what to do.
Fortunately, Fu Shengyang returned with warm water.
"Aunt Wei, it's good that you're alright. Thank you for your help so late at night." Fu Shengyang said, handing her the warm water.
“Young Master Fu, how can you call this a trouble? I’m happy that you all care so much about the Master.”
"I'm relieved that everything is alright. You can continue to rest."
"Alright, goodbye, Young Master Fu."
"Goodbye."
Fu Shengyang hung up the phone, looked at his beloved wife taking small sips of water, and affectionately patted her head.
That's just how kind-hearted Xiaoyue is; she can't bear to see those who have been good to her suffer even a little bit.
"Aunt Wei said it's nothing. Uncle had a painkiller injection and took sleeping pills around 1 a.m., and he slept quite well."
"It's good that you're alright, let's go to sleep too."
An Xiaoyue said that, but when she actually lay down with Fu Shengyang, she couldn't fall asleep.
Fu Shengyang patted her back repeatedly, treating her like a lucky charm.
"Honey, do you think we should tell Brother Chu about it? Uncle Chu is leaving for Switzerland in a couple of days."
Fu Shengyang pondered for a moment, then spoke gently, "Alright, I'll think of a way, at least to let Lao Xiao see Uncle Chu one last time."
This matter has been bothering Xiaoyue for two days.
He can't even sleep well now; he really needs to take care of this.
Both he and his wife knew that Chu Xiao wasn't heartless towards Chu Jinhuai; it was just that too many things and people were involved, and the distance between father and son was growing ever wider.
It wasn't that Chu Xiao truly didn't care; love and hate are two intertwined emotions.
There is still affection between them, father and son.
If Chu Jinhuai and Chu Xiao had not seen each other one last time.
Given Chu Xiao's personality, he would only think that Chu Jinhuai wanted him to feel guilty, and he couldn't understand Chu Jinhuai's good intentions in paving the way for him.
Chu Xiao's later life will also be filled with resentment towards Chu Jinhuai and self-blame for not seeing his father one last time.
If Chu Xiao knew that he and Xiao Yue had always known about Uncle Chu's illness, and if Chu Xiao had been a little obsessive, they might not even be able to stay brothers in the end.
This is not the result he wants.
An Xiaoyue couldn't fall asleep again.
She had something on her mind and couldn't sleep. As dawn broke, she got dressed and practiced yoga in the open space of the yard.
The morning breeze already carried the chill of winter.
An Xiaoyue took a deep breath. The cold air stimulated her nasal mucosa, causing a little discomfort, but she would get better after practicing a few more times.
Exercise brings joy to the mind and body. Although an hour of yoga did not solve her worries, it at least soothed her emotions.
After breakfast, Fu Shengyang drove her to the hospital to move the car that had been parked in the hospital parking lot the day before.
"My darling wife, you go to work and I'll handle things."
When they parted, Fu Shengyang was still a little worried about her, fearing that she might be distracted at work and cause her career to be exposed.
"I understand. When I get busy, I'll just focus on the task at hand."
The two separated for the time being.
When An Xiaoyue came out after changing into her white coat, most of the doctors and nurses from the Intensive Care Unit had already arrived.
She glanced at her watch; it was only 7:33.
The shift handover was at 8 o'clock sharp; the teachers from the Intensive Care Unit arrived way too early.
While she was still in a daze, Gao Qi caught her red-handed.
"An Xiaoyue, come here for a moment."