You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1965: The Words of a Dying Man

She didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Until her legs went numb, and the weight of her heavy belly made it impossible to continue.

Joyce took a few steps back and sat down on the cold chair.

Dr. Jocelyn's words echoed in her ears, and she felt a wetness in the corner of her eyes, initially unnoticed. It wasn't until this wetness trailed down her neck, chilling her, that she realized she was crying. To be strong was not an easy feat.

"Colonel, would you like to go in and see Mr. Warner? He's still not awake, it might be a while. Maybe an hour, maybe two or three hours. Are you going in to wait? Or would you prefer to wait in the adjacent lounge?"

At that moment, a doctor emerged from inside and respectfully inquired.

Because this was a hospital under the warlord's jurisdiction, they addressed Joyce directly by her military rank.

Joyce heard the voice from above, turned her head, and quietly wiped away the tear stains.

When she looked up again, she had regained her composure. "No, I'll wait here."

She didn't want to go in now. In case Luther woke up, she didn't want him to see her fragile and unable to cope, not wanting him to worry anymore.

"Alright, Colonel, would you like a glass of water?" The doctor asked again.

"No, you go ahead." Joyce waved her hand, motioning for the doctor to leave.

"Alright." The doctor took a few steps forward, then hesitated and came back, reminding Joyce, "Colonel, if you need anything, I'll go prepare the adjacent lounge for you. This is the entrance to the emergency room, there may be other relatives coming in and out later on. It might disturb you."

"I understand." Joyce nodded, not saying anything else. She didn't want to move for the time being.

what was on her mind,

continued to sit there, propping her chin with

After a while.

rush of footsteps, more doctors and family members arrived, bringing in

the emergency room door opened, the doctors ushered the patients inside, closing the door

minutes later, another group arrived, bringing in another

of the emergency room suddenly

life and death, with some laughing and some

some worried,

the comings and

Joyce was about to stand up

suddenly overheard a conversation among

really not going to make it. When he was brought

for four years since first getting sick. He managed to come back from death's door the first two times, but this time might be different. It's all right, every extra year he lived was

scolding us. No matter what we do, serving tea, water, or food, taking care of him, he never

His days are not easy, the pain comes from all over, and painkillers don't work. How can

it's true, Grandpa was always stingy. He carefully hid his money, no one knows where it is. Last night, Grandpa suddenly confessed to Mom, admitting to his mistakes when he was young. When Dad was

an awakening? He was so stubborn his whole life,

outside, and I heard

time was short, that's why he

that you mention it, something just came to mind. Before Grandpa lost consciousness, he kept tightly holding my hand. He mumbled a string of numbers. Let me think,

remember now. 324978!! It's this string of numbers. Given what you

reveal it to you before losing consciousness. It seems he wanted Mom and us to have that

did

No wonder they say, the words of a

"That's right."

just an

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