"Fool," Song Qingwan was originally smiling, but when she heard her childish and innocent voice, her eyes couldn't help getting wet:
"Even if Auntie really has a lot of good luck, I'm afraid it won't be all right this time..."
Although Song Qingwan wanted to deceive her and coax her, the little girl had to accept the truth sooner or later.
The little girl is very stubborn, and the little milk voice is full of tears:
"Auntie, if you have a lot of luck and it won't be good, what about a lot of luck? Lili has a lot of luck! Lili can give them all to Auntie, Auntie, don't die, okay? ? Dad, they don’t want you to die, if you die, we will be sad, sad, sad! We will die sad!”
The little girl said "sad" three times in one breath, which shows that she is really sad this time.
She never thought that her aunt would die.
Song Qingwan didn't speak anymore, but just looked at her with nostalgic and sad eyes.
The little girl doesn't know what stomach cancer is.
All she knew was that Auntie had bad luck and needed a lot of good luck.
As long as the aunt's luck is good, she will not be selected by the little fairy in the sky, and she will not die.
But she was out of luck.
When auntie was sleeping just now, she had already given all her good luck to auntie.
But my aunt is still not getting better.
The little girl sniffed and thought for a long time, when she suddenly thought of something.
Her eyes brightened, and she quickly stretched her white and tender fingers in front of Song Qingwan, and said with a happy face and extra seriousness,
"Auntie! You bite me! You bite me quickly! There is a lot of luck in her blood! If you drink it, you won't get sick or die!"
Song Qingwan was amused by her, and thought that the little girl had watched a lot of Journey to the West recently, and thought that she was a Tang monk, and if she ate her meat, she would live forever.
Seeing that she just smiled and said nothing, the little Lolita became anxious immediately, and moved her finger closer, and the little milk voice urged: "Auntie!"
Song Qingwan looked at her white and tender little finger, couldn't hold back, grabbed it, kissed it hard, and then smiled: "Okay, okay, bite, bite, Auntie will bite now!"
Little girl: "..."
The little girl looked aggrieved: "Auntie, you didn't bite!"
"How could it be!" Song Qingwan looked at her pretending to be surprised, then kissed her little finger again, "Look, didn't Auntie bite her!"
"..."
The little girl knew at a glance that her aunt didn't believe her.
She tilted her head and thought for a while, then quickly ran out with her small body.
After looking around in the corridor, I finally found my father who was on the phone on the balcony at the end of the corridor.
Lu Junhan's face remained expressionless as usual.
Holding the phone in one hand, I contacted professional doctors at home and abroad.
Looking out of the window with indifferent and cold eyes, the whole person exuded an aura of alienation and abstinence that strangers should not get close to.
The little girl didn't care if she would disturb her father's work.
She trotted over, raised her head directly, and said to her father in a childish voice:
"Father! Can you bite me? You'd better bite me!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Junhan moved his phone away a little, glanced at her lightly, sneered, and said coldly, not buying it at all:
"I bite you, and then you go to your grandpa to complain, and then your grandpa makes a phone call and sends me to the police station to lock me up? You really know how to think about it!"
"No dad!"
The little girl pouted, "Lili promises not to tell grandpa!"
"I will!" Lu Junhan glanced at her, raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "If you disturb my work again, I will complain to your grandfather and ask him to send you to the police station!"
"..."
The little girl puffed up her chubby face, stepped on her father's foot fiercely, and after humming bad father, she turned around and ran to look for Lu Anran.
Lu Anran is currently in another VIP ward.
A female mannequin lay on the hospital bed.
And Lu Anran was learning nursing from two male doctors with a serious face.
Song Qingwan had just finished the operation and had a knife on her body, so she couldn't take a bath for the next few days.
Those two male doctors are using a dummy to teach Lu Anran how to move Song Qingwan, how to wipe her body, or massage the muscles that have become stiff after lying down for a long time, so as not to encounter Song Qingwan's surgery Wound.
Lu Anran listened very seriously.
When the little girl entered, Lu Anran was kneeling and sitting on the bed. Under the doctor's guidance, she gently wiped the dummy's arms with a handkerchief, her movements were very delicate and cautious.
Although there are usually special nurses in the hospital who will do this, Lu Anran still wants to do something for Song Qingwan as much as possible to make up for the shortcomings of the past three years.
Moreover, Song Qingwan's days are numbered.
She also wanted to be more filial in the only time she had.
Lu Anran's posture is much busier than his father who only stood on the balcony to answer the phone.
The little girl looked at the door for a while, thought about it, and decided not to disturb her aunt.
So she turned around and ran to find grandpa again.
Lu Qidong didn't know where he went.
There are three floors in the hospital. The little girl searched up and down, inside and out, but she couldn't find her grandfather.
If the doctors and nurses passing by were not stubbornly blocking her, the little girl might still want to go into the morgue and look for her grandfather.
However, although her grandfather was not found, she met Yu Zheng, who was leaning against the sleek sports car at the entrance of the hospital, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed in silence.
Yu Zheng was still wearing the slim and deep suit that he saw in the morning, but the tie was torn off a little impatiently and hung loosely around his neck.
The suit jacket was left open even more casually, and he himself leaned lazily beside the car body without any image. He was supposed to wear abstinent and serious clothes, but he insisted on wearing them with a bit of unruly casualness.
Compared with the indifferent and calm man in the morning, the wolf-like Yu Zheng is undoubtedly more real now.
And Zhang Yuan waited hard not far away.
Judging by the posture, Mr. Yu might have to wait until nine o'clock in the evening.
"Good uncle!"
When the little girl saw him, her dark eyes lit up.
Obviously, she still remembers the good uncle who helped her aunt this morning.
So, she ran out of the hospital on short legs, looked up at him with big black eyes open, and said in a childish voice:
"Good uncle, why are you here? Are you sick too?"
Yu Zheng lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath on his cigarette, cast a deep glance at her, and said nothing.
He has never had a good impression of children, and he also finds them extremely troublesome, so he didn't plan to pay attention to them at first.
But suddenly, dark eyes fell on her delicate and tender face.