PFC Chapter 1376 Whatever will be, will be
Chapter 1376 Whatever will be, will be
Seventeen woke up, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or what he was going to do. He heard the sounds around him, but it seemed as if he didn't hear them.
The nurse pushed the door open and she slowly turned her head and stared at the nurse stupidly.
"Miss Zhuang, are you awake? I'll go call Mr. Zhuang over. His parents are so worried..." The nurse saw that Seventeen had woken up and her face was filled with joy. She quickly helped Seventeen sit up.
Seventeen looked at the nurse and smiled foolishly, looking silly and with a dazed look in her eyes. She grabbed the nurse's clothes with her hands, kept laughing, and made sounds that no one could understand.
"Miss Zhuang? Miss Zhuang, what's wrong with you?" The nurse was frightened by Seventeen's behavior and quickly opened Seventeen's hand. "Miss Zhuang, I'll go call the doctor right away..."
The nurse fled in panic, rushing out with Seventeen's laughter following behind her, and the nurse was frightened.
"Doctor, doctor..." The nurse pushed open the door to the attending physician's office and panted, "Ms. Zhuang from the VIP intensive care unit has woken up, but she seems to be in a bad condition. She's been giggling since she woke up..."
Are you going crazy from the continuous stimulation?
The doctor put down the medical record and stood up immediately, "I'll go take a look."
When the medical staff returned to the ward, Seventeen was gone. He was not in the ward or in the corridor. The doctors and nurses were all stunned and quickly sent someone to search for him in the hospital.
Zhuang Zhoucheng and Huo Yan rushed over. Huo Yan looked haggard. When she heard that her daughter was missing, tears immediately rolled down her cheeks.
"Qiqi, Qiqi..."
Everyone separated to look for her. The young nurse didn't dare to utter a word. She said as she walked, "I was scared by Miss Zhuang, so I ran out of the ward. I only know that Miss Zhuang ran out after me, but I was scared and didn't look back..."
In such a short time, she shouldn't have gone far.
Huo Yan and Zhuang Zhoucheng went downstairs from the emergency passage. Seventeen was sitting on the windowsill outside the stairwell with the window half open.
When Huo Yan came downstairs, she saw Seventeen and screamed in fear. Zhuang Zhoucheng quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Don't scare her. Let me do it. You step back first."
“…” Huo Yan nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhuang Zhoucheng went downstairs quietly. Huo Yan leaned against the wall, crying silently with her hands pressed against her chest.
"Qiqi, my dear daughter, why are you here? Daddy has been looking for you everywhere..." Zhuang Zhoucheng walked towards Seventeen with a smile, staring at her, afraid that she would fall accidentally. At the same time, he was also calculating the time it would take for him to rush over if she had an emergency with every step he took.
Seventeen looked at the blue sky. The sky in the capital had not been so clear for a long time. For the past one or two months, the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.
Seventeen slowly turned her head and looked at the man approaching her, her eyes still unable to focus.
She actually couldn't see clearly, but it seemed as if she could see clearly. It was hazy, like fragments of an unremembered dream, and the man was gradually walking towards her.
Seventeen reached out and touched it gently.
Zhuang Zhoucheng subconsciously strode forward and held her tentative hand tightly with his big palm.
"Baby, my daughter..." Zhuang Zhoucheng clasped Seventeen's hand and finally approached her. "It's cold here. Let's go back to the house, okay?"
Seventeen looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng and gently touched his head and face, "Who are you?"
"I am your father, Qiqi, and you are my daughter. Have you forgotten?" There was shock in Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes. He looked at Shiqi with sincerity and purity, but his heart was in great pain.
What happened to his daughter? What happened to his Kiki?
"Qiqi, look at daddy, look at me, I am your daddy, have you forgotten?"
"What's Daddy?"
She asked innocently, her eyes, unable to focus, drifting away gently, "Daddy what?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes instantly turned red and swollen, "Qiqi?"
Huo Yan cried so hard she nearly passed out, her uncontrollable sobs coming one after another. Zhuang Zhoucheng looked back at his heartbroken wife, then at his unconscious daughter, and his heart suddenly shattered into pieces, the pain numbing him to the point of paralysis.
What kind of unforgivable crimes had he committed in his past and present lives to deserve such retribution from God?
Their son is still in a coma, his organs have already begun to fail, and even if he wakes up, he will most likely be a disabled person. Their daughter is in the same situation. If she gets into another accident, can they survive?
He lived an upright life, so why did his children have such a rough life?
Seventeen could neither hear nor see, or perhaps, what she saw was another world, and what she heard were other voices.
Zhuang Zhoucheng breathed heavily, reaching out to hold Seventeen down. Looking at his lifeless daughter, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Dad was so worried that I couldn't hold you anymore, because you hadn't really grown up yet..."
Seventeen hugged her father's neck, her pale face pressed against his, tears all over her face, but she knew nothing.
She sang softly: "When-I-was-just-a-little-girl, I-asked-my-mother, What-will-I-be? Will-I-be-pretty? Will-I-be-rich? Here's-what-she-said-to-me-Que-sera, sera, Whatever-will-be, will-be; The-future's-not-ours-to-see..."
The sound was clear, gentle and slow, spreading quietly in the slightly cool air.
She could not hear other people's voices, and could not see anyone except herself. She sang her own songs quietly, just like every innocent little girl who longed to grow up, clean, pure, with visions, curiosity and yearning for the future, but also with a deep sadness.
Zhuang Zhoucheng carried Seventeen back to the ward. Seventeen sang all the way and was still humming softly while sitting on the bed.
After a while, perhaps because she was tired, she became quiet, staring blankly at something, sometimes giggling, sometimes looking sad. She ignored anyone who spoke to her and didn't respond to anyone who called her.
Doctors surrounded the ward in layers, and only a few authoritative experts were in the ward. After giving Seventeen a full-body examination, they quickly left the ward, fearing that too many people would upset her again.
Mental breakdown and severe mood swings leading to mental disorders require further observation and treatment.
After spending about two months in the hospital, Seventeen was sent to Baihuazhou on the mountaintop to recuperate. Her body was gradually recovering, but her frail frame lacked the plumpness of a woman who had just given birth. Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes were still vacant.
Sometimes she would sing, reciting the same nursery rhyme over and over again, and sometimes she would cry, silently shedding tears alone. Sometimes, in the dead of night, she would scream heartbreakingly, throwing things around like crazy, banging her head against the wall, and cutting her hands and body with sharp objects, leaving herself covered in bruises.
The several personal caregivers who took care of her were all nervous and finally resigned because they could not stand taking care of a madman.
The people in the mountaintop villa change every few days, and the people who appear in front of Seventeen are different every day. Every time she sees a stranger, it stimulates her again.
Seventeen Hundred ran madly in the garden, her feet were cut by stones and branches, and her feet were covered in blood, but she was indifferent, as if she had lost consciousness.