The next day, after Chen Qiangwei finished her exercise, she weighed herself and found that she had lost three pounds. She was so happy that she almost jumped to the sky.
Then Wanwan followed her two older sisters to go shopping.
Chen Qiangwei continued to meet her friends and took Junjun with her.
Because Chen Qiangwei studied abroad, most of her classmates only came back during the Chinese New Year, so the opportunity to meet them was rare.
Lin Yi looked at the empty house and felt like a lonely person again.
Lin Yi was a little bit hard to get used to the house that suddenly became quiet. Suddenly, Lin Yi remembered that he was supposed to go see Grandpa Yu, but he almost forgot about it.
So I quickly grabbed some good wine and cigarettes and went straight to the old man's house.
I haven’t seen him for almost a year and I don’t know how the old man is doing. The last time I saw him was when Guoguo had a video call with him.
Thinking of this, Lin Yi quickened his pace. However, when he arrived at the old man's house, he found that the yard was quiet and the door was closed.
“Bang!”
Lin Yi knocked on the big iron gate and found no movement, which was a bit strange. Could it be that he went out to visit relatives or friends
Just as he thought of this, an old man with white hair and beard came over. He glanced at Lin Yi and said kindly, "Who are you looking for, young man?"
"I'm looking for this one, Yu Fugui."
"Oh! Alas..." The old man sighed and said, "He, who often played chess with me, fell ill last night and was sent to the hospital."
"It may be difficult. For old people of our age, death is just a matter of seconds." Laozi said to himself.
"What? Uncle, you said Yu Fugui was sent to the hospital? Which hospital?"
The old man didn't expect Lin Yi to be so emotional all of a sudden. He was stunned and stammered, "I, how would I know? Ask someone else."
Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Yu Fugui was already in his sixties this year, and he might pass away if he suffered even the slightest setback.
I’m afraid this hospitalization is definitely not a minor illness.
Lin Yi dialed Yu Qinglian's number without saying a word.
The call was connected after a long time, and Yu Qinglian's voice came through, with a strong tone of crying and trembling in her voice.
"Lin, Brother Lin, my dad is dying."
"What's going on? Why didn't you tell me?" Lin Yi frowned.
"I can't help it. I have been busy taking care of my father since last night. He has just been sent to the operating room. I just found some time."
Lin Yi took a deep breath, and understood Yu Qinglian's current situation very well, and said: "What happened to the old man?"
"Brain, brain tumor, it's in the late stage, the doctor said it's incurable. If it's treated earlier, there's still hope." Yu Qinglian said intermittently.
"Tumor?" Lin Yi knew very well that these two words generally meant death. With the current technology in the world, tumors could not be cured.
"I'll be right there, where are you?"
"Brother Lin, I'm at the Beijing Cancer Hospital."
After Lin Yi finished speaking, he put down the phone and hurried to the Beijing Cancer Hospital.
The Beijing Cancer and Neurological Hospital is a well-known large hospital throughout China, and is even famous abroad. You can often see foreigners flying here for treatment.
Among them, Director Jia, who specializes in the treatment of craniocerebral injuries and craniocerebral tumors, is a pillar of the hospital.
However, even he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when faced with such physical test data and intracranial CT scans, feeling helpless.
"How is Director Jia? Can my father be cured?" Yu Qinglian cried inconsolably.
Director Jia looked at her deeply and said, "Don't hold your hopes too high."
After saying that, Director Jia went into the disinfection room for disinfection, and then walked into the operating room.