Lu Junhan's tall and straight body stood beside the hospital bed, lowering his eyes slightly.
His eyes looked deeply at the man lying on the bed, who seemed so gentle even when he was asleep.
The memory seems to go back to twenty years ago in an instant—
"Son, daddy is on vacation tomorrow. Can I take you out to play? I'm always bored at home, and I'll be suffocated. If I'm suffocated, your mother and I can only have one more."
"Why don't you like going to kindergarten? They have a runny nose? Well... this is indeed a problem, so go straight to elementary school, Dad supports you, you are already a five-year-old boy, you can go to elementary school."
"Why do you hit other people's children? He is too ugly and too fat to block your eyes? You can't hit him directly, you have to hit him secretly, so that no one will know that you did it. Of course, the most important thing is , I don’t need to help you clean up the mess later.”
Thinking about it, Ying Ting's brows and eyes became a little irritated.
Lu Junhan pursed his thin lips tightly, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and just took out a long, thin cigarette.
After a pause, he glanced at the extremely fragile man on the bed, and finally put it back.
Song Qingwan took a deep breath, and in just a short while, she had slowly recovered and could accept the fact that her brother had become a vegetable.
If she was still the 21-year-old who had never experienced anything, she would probably feel that her brother was too miserable.
Then he lay down in front of the hospital bed regardless, and cried for three days and three nights.
Feel free to vent your emotions, cry when you want to cry, and feel sad when you want to be sad.
But now, after more than 20 years of social polishing, the first thing she thinks of is not to cry and vent her emotions, but to rationally analyze the current situation.
My brother just became a vegetative state, and he wasn't really dead, so there is still a chance.
Although the doctor said that she may never wake up, but as long as there is a 0.001% possibility, she will try.
Crying will never solve the problem.
This is the most useful experience she has gained in the past twenty years.
"Lili, come here," Song Qingwan seemed to have thought of something, she turned her head to that side and dared not speak, but the cute little girl who was looking everywhere beckoned and pointed at the person on the bed:
"This is grandpa."
"grandfather?"
Seeing her aunt calling her, the little girl finally had nothing to do, so she trotted over quickly, tilted her head and looked at the man on the hospital bed, who looked a little like her father, with a very serious face:
"Is it Papa's Papa?"
Lu Junhan glanced at the little girl.
Song Qingwan paused for a moment, then smiled: "Yes! It's your father's father."
Saying that, she pulled the little girl over, smiled and said to Lu Qidong who had his eyes closed on the bed:
"Brother, did you hear that? Your granddaughter called you grandpa. Don't worry, we are all living a very good life now. Really, Lu's has now become the largest company in Haicheng. We have already achieved your goal back then." You made it happen for you. And, and you see, Lu Junhan has a daughter, a real daughter, not picked up, the little girl is now three years old, her name is Lu Li, the pear of Lihua, so, so nice Bar… "
As she spoke, Song Qingwan choked up. She raised her head, blinked desperately, and forced back the tears:
"Little girl... the little girl is so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful and kind child. If you can wake up, you will definitely like her very much..."
Speaking of this, Song Qingwan suddenly couldn't continue.
She raised her head and blinked, wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and took a deep breath:
"It's okay, brother, I didn't cry. Really, I am 42 years old this year. I am no longer a child. You just turned into a vegetable, and you are not really dead. I have nothing to cry. It's you , Does it hurt during the operation? It should be very painful, I know you have always been afraid of pain, and your body is more delicate than mine. I also said at the time that you are a stinking problem of a rich kid. Dad must have given you a habit... "
"But thank you, brother, for sticking with us for more than 20 years. Over the years, you have worked hard..."
Song Qingwan's voice suddenly became very soft: "But brother, can you persevere? We will find you the best doctor, please wake up, we are waiting for you..."
The old man closed his eyes and turned around.
Even Lu Junhan's face was sullen, he looked away and looked out the window.
"Auntie, what's the matter with Grandpa?"
The little girl looked at Song Qingwan cautiously, "Why is he lying on the bed?"
Song Qingwan's eyes were red, she touched her little head with her hand, smiled, her voice was a little hoarse: "Your grandpa...he is sick, very serious, so he can't wake up, so he can only sleep all the time. "
"Get ill?"
The little girl tilted her head, her small face was very serious: "Take medicine when you are sick, and you will be fine after taking medicine."
"Your grandfather's illness is different," Song Qingwan said awkwardly, "Maybe... maybe taking medicine won't get better."
The little girl looked worriedly at the person on the bed: "That grandpa is so pitiful."
At this moment, the attending doctor called by the old man came in.
The doctor greeted the old man. The old man closed his eyes and didn't even look at him. He just waved his hand and took a deep breath.
"There are no outsiders here, just talk about it."
The doctor nodded, took out the medical records, and said to Song Qingwan and Lu Junhan:
"Mr. Lu's previous condition was not very optimistic, and as he grew older, his physical condition became weaker and weaker. We thought he would not be able to survive the last operation yesterday, but fortunately, he was lucky and survived. But unfortunately, he ended up in a vegetable state."
Song Qingwan frowned, "Doctor, I don't want to know what happened before, but I just want to know now, is there any way to wake up my brother?"
The doctor shook his head and looked at her with pity:
"According to our previous tests, the probability of Mr. Lu waking up is extremely low, and he may never wake up, unless... a miracle happens."
"A miracle?" Song Qingwan closed her eyes, "Doesn't that mean that my brother will never wake up?"
"It's not absolute."
Song Qingwan hurriedly asked: "How do you say that?"
Doctor: "What we diagnose for patients is that they may never wake up. It is not certain. After all, the future is so long, and anything can happen."
Song Qingwan was silent for a while, and said, "You mean, whether my brother will wake up next depends on his own luck?"
The doctor nodded: "We have achieved the ultimate in medicine, and whether he will wake up next depends on his personal luck."
Song Qingwan murmured: "That's over! I feel that my brother's luck in this life may have been spent on the operating table for more than 20 years. How can there be any luck left to wake up!"