"Your mom really wants to see you," Song Zimo said, "but she's badly injured and needs time to recover. The doctor is saving her, you have to trust the doctor."
Zhang Ke looked at him.
"Really?"
"Really."
Zhang Ke lowered his head and stopped speaking.
He clenched the little bear's hand tighter.
After a long time, he suddenly asked,
"Uncle Song, when you were little and got hurt, did your mom come to see you?"
Song Zimo was stunned.
He looked at Zhang Ke, into those eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to say.
The little nurse beside him nervously watched him.
There was a long silence.
Silence seeped over like water, flooding the whole ward. Outside, the sound of ambulances came from afar and gradually faded away.
Then Song Zimo said, "My mom passed away when I was five."
Zhang Ke raised his head and looked at him.
"What happened to her?"
"Car accident."
Zhang Ke was silent for a few seconds.
"Then... did you cry at that time?"
Song Zimo thought for a moment.
