Chapter 508: Chapter 214: The Top-grade Classical Prose (Part 6)_3
Then, she finally arrived at her daughter’s side and extended a trembling finger to her nose.
Wu Zhuoya thought she was composed, but her fingers were still shaking.
There was warm breath, and, and there was still air!
Wu Zhuoya let out a slight breath, then, she called out hoarsely, "Weihong! Weihong!!"
He Weihong hid in the room, holding a book and reading it half-heartedly.
She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but despite the closed door, she could still smell a rich aroma.
The pinkish luncheon meat and the creamy rice porridge, just the thought made He Weihong’s mouth water.
Oh, how she wanted to eat too.
But, she couldn’t!
The family only had so little good food, and her parents were usually reluctant to consume it.
Tiantian could eat because she hadn’t had such food in the past and had just been discharged from the hospital.
How could He Weihong compete with a sick person for food?!
But, it really smelled so good, and she was so hungry.
Recently, school was on break, and even if it wasn’t, the cafeteria’s food supply was not very plentiful.
Many of her classmates looked pale, and some were even swollen with hunger.
He Weihong’s family was well-off, so she could at least eat well when she went home.
But, that was the limit, to eat much better, like in the past, it wasn’t really possible.
The more He Weihong tried not to think about it, the more that damn scent invaded her nose.
And it was really fucking uncomfortable.
Just as He Weihong was thinking about going out for a walk, she suddenly heard her real mother’s desperate shouting.
He Weihong was startled, nearly falling off the bed.
She clutched her chest, steadied her nerves, dropped the book, and ran out with her slippers half on.
"Mom? What happened? What’s the matter?"
He Weihong ran and shouted, arriving at Tiantian’s bedroom in a few steps, and pushed the door about to burst in.
Wu Zhuoya seemed to have thought of something, hearing her eldest daughter’s movements, and quickly shouted again, "Don’t come in yet!"
He Weihong was startled again, slamming the brakes and hitting the door frame.
Wu Zhuoya quickly stood up, carefully picking up all the manuscript papers from the ground.
She worked in the archives, and having dealt with Soviet experts in recent years, she knew a bit about certain things.
Although she had only scanned it briefly, Wu Zhuoya noticed the importance of the data on the manuscript papers.
This wasn’t random scribbling: it was top-grade, crucial stuff!
Wu Zhuoya organized the manuscript papers but seeing several sheets stained with blood, her hands began to tremble again.
Her eyes heated up, her nose soured, and tears silently rolled down.
The blood on these papers, it couldn’t be from her own Tiantian, could it?
Especially when she saw the sheet on the desk, the blood had covered a large area, blurring a part of the image and text.
The scarlet color pierced Wu Zhuoya’s heart with sharp pains.
What on earth was going on?
Why would her Tiantian be involved in these things?
And, why did she faint again?
Multiple question marks flooded Wu Zhuoya’s brain, but she didn’t delay for a moment.
Carefully storing the papers, she then waved toward the door, "Come quick, your sister has fainted again!"
Actually, without Wu Zhuoya saying anything, He Weihong, who was standing at the door craning her neck to look inside, had already spotted Tiantian lying on the floor.
Her eyes wide, she couldn’t see her sister’s exact condition but could vaguely make out a large patch of blood.
Good heavens!
Had her sister had another nosebleed?
Or had she knocked somewhere again?
He Weihong’s heart thudded wildly, and she was incredibly tense.
Although she seemed fierce and unafraid of anything on a regular basis,
In reality, she had been well-protected by her family since childhood, not having suffered injuries or major hardships.
Even when she was a child, moving with her parents in the base areas, she had not witnessed the horrors of war.
Perhaps she was too young, or maybe she just forgot.
The first time Tiantian "fell ill," He Weihong hadn’t seen it and thought her real mother exaggerated.
But today, having seen it with her own eyes, He Weihong felt panic inside.
Wu Zhuoya’s call snapped He Weihong back to reality, her face a little pale as she made her way into the room awkwardly.
Upon closer inspection, He Weihong realized that her sister’s condition was indeed dire.
"Mom, Tiantian, what happened to Tiantian?"
He Weihong didn’t even notice the obvious crying tone in her voice.
Wu Zhuoya took a deep breath, didn’t explain much, and directly commanded, "Come help me; we need to take Tiantian to the military hospital!"
The last time at the clinic, they couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
This time, Wu Zhuoya didn’t want to take her daughter there again, and decided to head straight for the military hospital.
With better equipment and thorough examination, perhaps, just perhaps, they could find the cause of the ailment...