"Lan Fei..." Qiao Yan lowered his head, looked at Lan Fei and said, "Can I please ask you? If there is anything we can talk about when we go home, do we have to talk about it here? You make Xingxing feel bad like this, can you? What's good?"
Probably because he was too irritable, Qiao Yan's tone also became very bad when Lan Fei kept yelling.
And it was precisely because of such a sentence that Lan Fei was completely angry.
"Benefits? Qiao Yan, tell your conscience, what benefits do I want!" Lan Fei's eyes widened, and she poured the hot porridge on Qiao Yan and said, "Do you know that I didn't even attend my son's wedding? , tell me, what benefits do I want!"
For just a moment, the entire ward fell into a deathly silence.
Qiao Yan and Lan Fei unanimously set their eyes on Du Xing, and her face suddenly turned pale.
A pair of eyes stared at the road: "You...what did you say? Brother...brother's wedding? Is brother married?"
Lan Fei turned her eyes, her tone gradually calmed down and said, "He will get married one day, so you'd better take good care of yourself."
As soon as the sound fell, Lan Fei turned around and planned to leave.
As everyone knows, Duxing shouted: "No, no, what you said is wrong... My brother's bride can only be me, it can only be me."
"But in Jiu Sheng's eyes, his bride can only be Luo Qingchen."
After so many years, Lan Fei had to admit that his son's love and admiration exceeded everything in the world.
He can wait, wait until he grows old, wait until he dies.
She still felt unspeakable guilt in her heart for treating her son like that.
She owed him an apology, but at this point, there seemed to be no point in saying it.
When he married Luo Qingchen, he fulfilled his dream.
As a mother, she was supposed to be a shining addition to his life, but she became a stain on him.
Perhaps, in Du Jiu Sheng's heart, she was not even qualified to be a stain on him.
"Mom, Mom, did you lie to me..." Duxing bit his lip, tears falling drop by drop.
She said tremblingly: "You said, you said that my brother would not marry anyone else except Luo Qingchen, but Luo Qingchen is dead, she is dead! Then who did my brother marry? Who is it? "
"She's not dead." Lan Fei looked at Du Xing and said, "Xing Xing, let it go. Mom has let it go a long time ago. We should even feel deeply guilty about Luo Qingchen. Back then..."
"Guilty?" Du Xing asked back: "Why should I feel guilty about her? She should be dead, she shouldn't appear in this world-"
Probably because Duxing's voice was too loud, which attracted many people in the hospital to watch.
Among them, a five-year-old boy wearing a black sweater had his hands in his pockets and his eyes were deep and reserved.
The moment the phone rang, he just picked it up and said calmly: "Notify me."
A minute later, a doctor in a white coat rushed up in a panic, looked at Qiao Yan and said, "The list of trial candidates for the special medicine is out."
"Are you out?" Qiao Yan looked very excited, and even Du Xing's eyebrows flashed with hope at this moment.
She has to live, she has to live to continue to fulfill her obsession.
"That... Professor Qiao."
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yan saw something seemed wrong in his tone, frowned and said, "Don't tell me that Xingxing is the only Chinese. On the contrary, he was not included in the probation list."