Dean Xu did not appear embarrassed because of the rejection. She had attended many of Mr. Xia's classes and regarded him as her mentor. Naturally, she also knew his temperament quite well and knew that he was such a person and was not targeting anyone.
Dean Xu said a few words to the attending physician before saying goodbye to Mr. Xia and leaving.
Mr. Xia nodded very coldly, without saying a word. He stared at the person on the hospital bed with his eyes, for fear that something unexpected would happen to him again. Fortunately, until the evening, Old Deng's heartbeat became faster and faster. It is becoming more and more stable, and there is no longer the sudden speed and slowness that made people nervous when they first came back to life.
Just when Mr. Xia was leaning on the chair outside the ICU and falling asleep, the ICU door suddenly opened, and the little nurse ran out and shouted to Xia Yuanqiu and others: "Wake up, the patient is awake!" The little nurse was still the same nurse as in the morning. She witnessed with her own eyes the wonderful thing about Mr. Deng's death and resurrection. When Mr. Deng woke up, she seemed particularly excited.
Xia Yuanqiu hurriedly helped his grandfather into the ICU. The originally dull eyes of Old Dengtou, who was lying on the hospital bed, immediately became excited after touching Mr. Xia's face.
"Lao Xia, you, why are you here?" He remembered that he did not tell Lao Xia about his return to China.
Mr. Xia sat in front of his bed and complained: "You old fool, you didn't tell me when you returned home, and you didn't tell me when you got this disease. If you had told me earlier, your disease would have become serious." Is that so?"
Old Dengtou looked at his old friend of decades in front of him and felt warm in his heart. Since returning to China, he has never experienced this feeling again. Every day has been extremely miserable. His son, he has devoted everything to cultivate him. My son, even when he was dying, refused to return to his country to see him.
Looking at Old Dengtou's increasingly moist eyes, Mr. Xia couldn't help but feel sore in his nose. When did Old Dengtou, who used to be vigorous and energetic, become so fragile
"How did you know that I returned to China?" Lao Dengtou was hoping that his son would contact Lao Xia and ask Lao Xia to come and see him.
Mr. Xia said: "I had something to ask you, so I called your son in the United States. He told me that you had returned to China. He didn't even know where you lived. Didn't you keep in touch with him after you returned to China? "
Lao Dengtou looked disappointed, shook his head and said: "My mobile phone number has never been changed, and it has been renewed. He is the one who has no shame in contacting me, and I don't want to talk to him anymore."
"What's going on? What happened to you, father and son?" Mr. Xia asked.
Old Deng shook his head: "I thought my son was the dearest person in the world, but I didn't expect that he was just feeding an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."
"When I first arrived in the United States, he was nice to me and took good care of me. But after I gave him all the money from selling the house, he knew that I didn't have much money left, and his face changed faster than flipping through a book. He disliked me for staying at home all day and eating and drinking for free, and he always gave me looks. Later, when I was found to have lung cancer, which was already in the advanced stage, his face became even uglier. He wished that I would die immediately so as not to suffer any consequences. He adds burden."
When Lao Dengtou talked about his sadness, his eyes were full of tears. He wanted to be strong all his life, but he didn't expect that when he was old, he would want to live by his son's eyes.
"When I decided to return to China, he didn't say a word to persuade me to stay. He only gave me three thousand US dollars and didn't even book a ticket for me—"