3: A child without a mother is like a weed
“Y-Yiyun Auntie? No time to explain, where’s your motorcycle? Lend it to me! I have an emergency right now.”
Seeing Jiang Feng’s anxious expression, Zheng Yiyun also started to get nervous.
“It’s at the entrance. Here, the keys are for you. Tell Auntie, what happened? Did something happen to your mother?”
Zheng Yiyun handed the keys to Jiang Feng, then they both went to the Honda motorcycle parked at the entrance.
At this time, Yangcheng had already started banning motorcycles, but traffic police usually turned a blind eye.
“Yes, no time to explain, I need to rush to the Hospital right now!”
As Jiang Feng spoke, he got on the motorcycle and began to turn around, racing against time.
“Then Auntie will go with you.”
Saying that, Zheng Yiyun directly dropped the vegetable basket in her hand and sat sideways on the motorcycle.
She was Luo Shuwan’s best friend, and after learning of her best friend’s serious illness, she lent her more than a hundred thousand yuan.
“Alright, hold on tight!”
Jiang Feng nodded, not even having time to put on his helmet, and directly twisted the throttle, the motorcycle shot away like an arrow from a bow.
Zheng Yiyun, on the back seat, was so scared her face turned pale, and she instinctively hugged Jiang Feng, her upper body pressed tightly against him.
She clearly realized the seriousness of the situation, so she didn’t utter a sound to disturb Jiang Feng who was driving.
Jiang Feng weaved through the traffic, narrowly avoiding cars several times.
Finally, after fifty-five minutes of lightning-fast speed, Jiang Feng arrived at the Hospital.
Zheng Yiyun, who was sitting sideways, jumped off the bike directly. After Jiang Feng got off, he burst into the Hospital at the fastest speed of his life, drawing frequent glances from the surrounding people.
Arriving at the Hospital lobby, Jiang Feng looked at the crowded elevator and couldn’t help but curse:
“Damn! Five minutes left! Waiting for the elevator will definitely be too late!”
He cast his gaze towards the emergency exit staircase beside him, and without a second thought, he ran directly towards it.
At this moment, the panting Zheng Yiyun had just reached the main entrance. Seeing this scene, she hardened her heart, took off her high heels from her fair small feet, and threw them aside.
To the astonishment of the crowd, Zheng Yiyun strenuously ran towards the stairs.
Soon, after Jiang Feng climbed eleven floors, he reached the top floor.
His mother had committed suicide here back then.
Jiang Feng gagged twice, gasping for air. At this moment, he felt as if his lungs were on fire, and even swallowing saliva was as painful as being cut by a knife.
“Damn it, I must exercise well when I go back. Chasing girls is also a physically demanding task!”
Jiang Feng pushed open the iron door of the rooftop.
What came into view was a figure standing on the edge of the rooftop.
That figure was very thin, making the Hospital gown appear empty.
“Finally made it.”
After reaching the rooftop, Jiang Feng became calm instead. He slowly walked over.
Luo Shuwan, standing on the edge of the rooftop, heard the movement behind her and turned her head in a panic, discovering that the person who came was her son.
“S-Son, why… why are you here?!”
At this moment, Zheng Yiyun, who regularly went for morning runs, also reached the rooftop.
Although she didn’t run as fast as Jiang Feng, her endurance far surpassed Jiang Feng, this fragile college student.
At this moment, her pretty face was just flushed, and her hair was disheveled.
Zheng Yiyun saw this scene, covered her cherry-like mouth in fright, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
“Yiyun… why are you here too?”
Luo Shuwan looked at the two people, one in front and one behind, and immediately felt so ashamed she wished for a hole to swallow her.
Since she got leukemia, she had only undergone two courses of chemotherapy, spending over a hundred thousand yuan in total, with countless expenses yet to come.
This was an incredibly heavy blow for her.
Ever since her husband passed away, she had single-handedly raised Jiang Feng through hardships.
Therefore, there were no savings in the family, only an old house in the old city area.
But she didn’t want to sell the house; she wanted to leave it for her son to use when he got married…
Luo Shuwan originally just wanted to leave quietly by herself, not wanting to burden Jiang Feng further because of her.
“What am I doing here? Mom, I need to ask you, what are you doing on the rooftop?”
Jiang Feng said as he unhurriedly walked over to Luo Shuwan.
Zheng Yiyun, behind him, watched the scene with a tense expression, so scared she didn’t dare to breathe.
She was afraid of startling Luo Shuwan and causing irreversible consequences.
“I… I wasn’t doing anything, just came up to enjoy the view. Oh right, son, don’t you have classes today?”
Luo Shuwan’s eyes darted around, not daring to meet her son’s gaze.
She thought that she definitely couldn’t jump today; she didn’t want to leave Jiang Feng with psychological trauma.
But Jiang Feng’s next sentence directly scared her so much that her heart almost stopped.
“Oh, I came here to jump off the building. Anyway, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass. If you want to go, then I’ll go with you.”
Jiang Feng spoke this sentence expressionlessly, neither hot nor cold.