I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 193

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The ringing of my phone startled me awake. It was Aunt Zhang calling; they must be home soon. This call was probably to tell me something. Since marrying Aunt Zhang, my father and she have been inseparable. Aunt Zhang used to handle all of my father's phone calls, so her number was listed as hers on caller ID. But at this moment, did I even have the heart to answer the phone?
The phone kept ringing. I turned my gaze to the window. From this angle, I could see the entrance to our community. I seemed to see three figures: Xiaoying holding Duoduo's hand, and her father on the other side, holding her hand as well. In his other hand, he carried the groceries for tonight's meal. Bathed in the setting sun, they appeared to be a family of three, didn't they? Duoduo was their own flesh and blood. The two of them holding their child's hand—what a heartwarming family scene! Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and I snapped out of my reverie. I shook my head and realized there were no three figures at the community entrance. I had been hallucinating. This was a very dangerous sign.
I'm deeply shocked right now. What should I do? Xiaoying's diary tells me that although Duoduo's situation is understandable, and everything was just a coincidence and a twist of fate, can that be a reason for me to forgive her? Duoduo is a living, breathing life, Xiaoying and her father's biological child. It was completely unexpected and something I absolutely cannot accept. What should I do?
Regardless, once they return, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. Since things have come to this point, I've decided I can no longer live such a timid and cowardly life. The birth of their child has crossed my bottom line, for whatever reason. Just then, Aunt Zhang's phone rang again. It had already rung once. Usually, if I don't answer her call, she knows I'm busy and won't call again, waiting for me to call her back when it's convenient. But this time is unusual; Aunt Zhang is calling me repeatedly. Could something be wrong? I sighed. Even if the sky were to fall, I wouldn't care anymore. What could possibly bother me?
"Jincheng, hurry! Your father has collapsed. We're near Jinxiu Street. I've already called 120. You need to come quickly." As soon as I answered the phone, Aunt Zhang's urgent voice came through.
"Okay." I answered the phone blankly, and after listening to Aunt Zhang's words, I replied absentmindedly before hanging up.
After hanging up the phone, my mind was still blank, and I didn't react for a long time. Wait, what? My father fainted? Remembering my father's illness and the doctor's previous instructions, it finally came to my senses. I quickly got up, not caring about anything else at that moment, because I roughly guessed what my father's fainting meant. I hurriedly put the medical reports back into the file folder, then put them back in my briefcase, and then quickly put on my shoes and ran out of the building. After getting outside, I called Aunt Zhang to ask for the exact location, and then I drove to the place where my father had fainted.
By the time I arrived, the ambulance was already there. I helped the paramedics lift my father into the ambulance. Aunt Zhang accompanied him in the ambulance, while I drove behind to the hospital. I believe Aunt Zhang had already notified Xiaoying, and at that moment, I had no desire to call her. It's truly one problem after another—Duduo's incident, my father's fainting, and today was also my father's birthday. I never imagined that he wouldn't be able to celebrate his birthday before ending up in the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, my father was admitted to the intensive care unit. I had notified his attending physician by phone beforehand, so he and his team were already prepared. After several minutes of resuscitation efforts, my father regained consciousness. I went to the doctor's office, while Aunt Zhang stayed by my father's bedside.
"The cancer cells have spread, metastasized to the bones, and have reached the bone marrow. This is the most worrying and frightening situation, and also the most dangerous. We will try our best to reduce the patient's suffering and prolong his life." After arriving at the office, the doctor took off his mask and said to me with a "sorrowful" expression.
"Is there no hope?" Having suffered two severe blows in one day, my body swayed, and the doctor quickly helped me up. I asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, patients with late-stage cancer that has metastasized to the bones will experience severe bone pain in their lower body. Current anesthetics and painkillers are not very effective for bone pain. Most patients suffer greatly before they die, and..." At this point, the doctor could only look at me with a sympathetic expression, which was also a reflection of my unfortunate family.
I walked out of the office numbly. Actually, before my father's surgery, I had already thoroughly researched the potential consequences of a relapse. If there was no relapse after the orchiectomy, everything would be fine; but if there was a relapse and the cancer had spread, it would truly be incurable. Moreover, before his death, because the cancer had spread to his bone marrow, he would experience excruciating bone and iliac pain, rendering any painkillers ineffective, even strictly controlled drugs like Demerol. It's fair to say that people with this disease essentially die from the pain. It's a pity that euthanasia is not legal in China. In some countries where euthanasia is legal, people with this disease are generally euthanized. With no cure and immense suffering before death, euthanasia might be a way to reduce the patient's pain and allow them to die without suffering.
That's a good way. It's just that it's not available in our country yet, so my father could only wait for his condition to worsen until he finally died in agony.
After leaving the office, I didn't go into my father's ward. I sat down on a chair in the corridor, then buried my face in my hands, feeling utterly helpless. Two devastating events happened on the same day, which was unbearable. Although my father had defiled my beloved wife and given birth to my half-sister with her, he was still my father who gave me life and raised me. He was beyond saving and didn't have many days left to live. Filial piety is paramount, and at that moment, I had no other thoughts but heartache. I thought of my deceased mother, and now my father was dying too. Who could guide me?
Just when I felt helpless, I felt someone grasp my hand. From the touch, I knew it was Xiaoying. I rubbed my face between my knees to dry my tears, then looked up and saw Xiaoying standing before me with Duoduo. Her face was also etched with pain; she had guessed her father's illness, and seeing me like this, she knew without me saying a word. After everything that had happened, seeing Xiaoying now felt like seeing a complete stranger.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Grandpa?" A clear child's voice rang out. I turned my gaze to Duoduo. She was still as cute as ever, wearing the clothes I had dressed her in this morning. However... her identity had changed.
"Dad, Grandpa?" It felt awkward to hear those words coming from her now. Knowing her identity and our blood relation, she should have said, "Brother, what happened to Dad?" That would have been more appropriate, I thought to myself, but I said nothing. I awkwardly gave my younger sister, Duoduo, a forced smile, and then buried my head again.
"Duoduo, don't disturb Daddy. Let him have some peace and quiet. Shall we go see Grandpa and Grandma?" I heard Xiaoying say this as I buried my head between my legs. Then, the sound of two footsteps, one big and one small, slowly faded away from me. Xiaoying thought my father was seriously ill, and I wasn't in the mood to talk. Little did she know, things were far more complicated than that. If I confronted her and told her the truth about Duoduo, I wonder what she would think?
Does she still have the face and courage to continue living?
After sitting in the corridor for a while, Aunt Zhang came out. I heard footsteps slowly approaching me, and I could tell it was Aunt Zhang. I looked up, my face wet with tears, and nodded to her.
When Aunt Zhang saw me nod and the tear stains on my face, she understood everything. She finally couldn't hold back her tears and started crying. I had to suppress my own sadness and comfort Aunt Zhang. You could say that Aunt Zhang was the only one who had no connection to this; she was the most innocent victim. I respected her very much. Seeing the situation today and her heartbroken state, I wondered if I had made a mistake in bringing her and my father together.
After staying outside for a while, wiping away our tears, we returned to the ward. The doctor gave my father an IV drip. He lay on the bed, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He was probably thinking about many things, recalling many events. Of all of us, he felt the most conflicted. This hospitalization was different from the last one. Last time there was hope, but this time, on his birthday, fate had sentenced him to death. The sudden accident left my father at a loss, and he could only slowly accept and process it.
No one needed to tell my father about his condition. Before his last surgery, he already knew everything clearly. Given the atmosphere in the ward today, he didn't need to verify anything with anyone. This unexpected event disrupted my plan to confront him. In this situation, who should I confront? My father? A dying man, and now, compared to his illness, this matter is no longer important.
A short while later, my parents-in-law arrived with Hao Hao. It seemed Xiaoying had called them, prompting the two elders to come. Seeing his in-laws, my father's previously vacant eyes regained some light; after all, my in-laws rarely visited. He stood up, forced a smile, and simply waved to them without saying a word. Normally, this might have been considered extremely impolite, but at this moment, everyone would understand, and no one would criticize it.
"Jincheng, today is my birthday. I'd like to have a drink with my in-laws. Could you arrange it?" My father finally spoke after waking up, and it was his first sentence. However, his voice trembled as he spoke, and I saw a deathly stillness in his eyes, as well as a trace of his fear of death.
Given his current condition, my father shouldn't drink anymore. But he doesn't have long to live, and today is his birthday. No one tried to stop him from drinking. I nodded, then put on my coat, preparing to go out and buy some food and drinks. My mind was much clearer now. The night outside was already blurry. What should have been a joyous and celebratory day was instead filled with sorrow. On my father's birthday, fate had also sentenced him to death. Today's banquet was destined to be bitter, devoid of laughter and joy, filled only with sadness…

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