Her grandfather was very worried about Gu Qingtong, but seeing the doctor in front of him was even more concerned, and knowing that the doctor had been taking care of Gu Qingtong for over a year, he agreed to her being “sold” at the doctor’s request, allowing him to take her home.
Gu Qingtong came out of the hospital clinging to him, refusing to let go, so Jiang Shangheng could only carry her home.
“Dr. Jiang, is this your home?” Gu Qingtong stared at the vintage residential building.
On the way, Jiang Shangheng had roughly told her about his life from birth to now. She knew he was born into a medical family and had been searching for her since childhood, but after searching for over twenty years without success, he had become somewhat discouraged and careless. As a result, not paying attention to entertainment programs and being far away, he only learned a year ago that someone named Gu Qingtong had become a vegetative patient. After confirming it was her, he applied for a transfer and had been caring for her for over a year.
Jiang Shangheng heard her call him “Dr. Jiang” with vigor, deliberately creating some distance between them, and gave a bitter smile: “Yes, this is also the home of Mrs. Jiang.”
“Who is Mrs. Jiang?”
Gu Qingtong pulled out the keys from his pocket, opened the door and went in, still clinging to him.
“Dad, who is this?”
Gu Qingtong was startled, seeing a little boy standing in the doorway, holding a large water gun: “Jiang Shangheng, you bastard!”
Jiang Shangheng saw her suddenly break free from his arms, glaring at him with hurt in her eyes: “Qingqing…”
“Dad, this sister is so rude.” The little boy aimed the water gun and sprayed at Gu Qingtong.
“Kitty, go out first. Dad wants to talk to her.” Jiang Shangheng quickly stood in front of her, his face darkening.
The little boy, seeing Jiang Shangheng’s usually gentle demeanor turn serious, glared at Gu Qingtong, huffed, and ran out.
Gu Qingtong felt her heart shatter, looking down at her wet clothes from the child’s water gun, feeling like crying but unable to.
“Qingqing, listen to me.”
“You already have a child, what else do you want me to hear!” Gu Qingtong felt cold from the air conditioning.
Jiang Shangheng cursed himself and moved forward to embrace her: “Qingqing…”
“Who is your Qingqing!”
“Aren’t you my Qingqing? I’ve waited for you for over twenty years. Won’t you even give me a chance to explain?”
“Then speak!”
“He is my brother’s son. But my brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident two years ago, so he has been living with me. He usually calls me ‘little dad’, and today he probably deliberately called me ‘dad’.”
“Not calling uncle but calling dad – he really is doing it on purpose!”
(end)
