"Do your homework." Song Mingxuan rubbed his shoulders and sighed, "Dad hasn't done his homework for many years, and now his shoulders feel sore when he writes it. Alas, I'm really old..."
"Not old or not, dad is the most handsome." Su Jinzhi hurried up to give Song Mingxuan a shoulder hammer.
The corners of Song Mingxuan's lips curled up high, but he sighed again after writing for a while: "Oh, these questions are too difficult, Dad's head hurts..."
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll rub it for Dad." Su Jinzhi hurriedly changed another piece of land, gritted his teeth and rubbed Song Mingxuan's temple.
If it wasn't for the fact that No. 1 refused to show him the contents of textbooks and test papers, how could he beg Song Mingxuan to help him with his homework
"Okay baby, you almost blinded dad." Song Mingxuan held Su Jinzhi's hand, pulled Su Jinzhi into his arms and kissed him for a while before letting go, "The cake is in the cabinet, you can get it yourself."
Assuming he had a conscience, Su Jinzhi rubbed his wrists and went to the kitchen to get a strawberry cake. When he came out, he saw Hui Ma leading Lu Yuqi and Yan Rong in.
Yan Rong's face rarely showed some scorching, as soon as he saw him, he rushed over: "Song Jinzhi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, what's the matter?" Su Jinzhi replied holding the cake, and asked him if he wanted to eat the cake.
Yan Rong stared at him dumbfounded: "What time is it and you are still in the mood to eat cake?!"
The winter and summer vacations of the third year of high school are always very short, and there are a lot of homework, and he has not finished all of them. Hearing what Yan Rong said, Su Jinzhi also became a little anxious, and asked him cautiously: "School should start in 10 days. Did I remember the start time wrong?"
Yan Rong: "..."
Lu Yuqi secretly abducted Yan Rong, and said hesitantly: "Jinzhi, we've all heard..."
Su Jin's face was confused: "What did you hear?"
"It's because you are not your father's biological child!" Yan Rongba shouted loudly.
"Jinzhi, did your classmates come to play with you?" Song Mingxuan waved to them from the sofa when he heard Yan Rong's voice.
"Yes, Dad, Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi came to play with me." Su Jinzhi walked over with the cake, and Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi quickly followed.
Seeing Lu Yuqi and Yan Rong approaching, Song Mingxuan put down the pen in his hand and greeted them: "Student Yan, Classmate Lu."
Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi sat down obediently: "Hello, Uncle Song."
Song Mingxuan touched Su Jinzhi who was eating the cake beside him, and said with a smile, "Hello, do you want to eat the cake? The chef just made it yesterday, and it's quite fresh."
Lu Yuqi waved her hand: "Thank you Uncle Song, we don't want to eat anymore, we are here to see Song Jinzhi."
Yan Rong actually wanted to eat it, and he didn't know where the Song family hired a pastry chef. The strawberry cake made by the Song family was really delicious. He ate here last time and fell in love with it after returning home. I haven't bought a strawberry cake as delicious as the one I ate at Song Zhai.
Song Mingxuan heard Yan Rong's roar just now, and he probably knew why they came here. He smiled and said, "Jinzhi is lucky to have you two good friends who care about him. Don't worry, Jinzhi is still mine. baby."
Su Jinzhi choked on the cake when he heard Song Mingxuan's words.
Song Mingxuan frowned, quickly poured him a glass of water to feed him, and stroked his back to let him breathe: "Are you choking? Hurry up and drink some water, why are you eating in such a hurry? Eat slowly, and no one will grab you. Dad will make it for you after eating..."
"Are you still choking? Do you want some more water?" Song Mingxuan asked when he saw Su Jinzhi stop drinking.
Su Jinzhi shook his head.
Seeing this situation, Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi immediately felt that their worries were really superfluous, but the next moment the conversation between Song Mingxuan and Su Jinzhi shocked them even more—
"Okay, okay, you guys go to the back garden to play, daddy will do these test papers for you." Song Mingxuan looked at Su Jinzhi and said helplessly and dotingly.
Su Jinzhi stretched out five fingers: "There are still five compositions, Dad, don't forget to help me write!"
Song Mingxuan nodded: "Okay, okay, Dad will write for you tomorrow."
"Let's go, I'll show you the flowers I planted." Su Jinzhi took Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi away contentedly.
Along the way, Lu Yuqi's face was dull, and Yan Rong was in a trance.
The last time I came to Song Zhai, Song Jinzhi told his father that his father would help him with his homework. He still didn't believe it, but today his face was swollen, Yan Rong cried bitterly and grabbed Su Jinzhi's hand: "Song Jinzhi, you How did Dad treat you so well?" Song Jinzhi wasn't Uncle Song's biological son, but his father's biological clothes hangers were broken several times.
Su Jinzhi replied honestly: "Because of love."
Yan Rong's expression seemed to be out of his body.
No. 1 asked Su Jinzhi: "Are you shameless?"
Su Jinzhi said: "I am very handsome today."
Number one said: "My next world must..."
Su Jinzhi pricked up his ears and waited for No. 1's next words, but No. 1 remained silent.
Lu Yuqi walked around the flower house for half a circle, her eyes were filled with amazement, and she said to Su Jinzhi: "Song Jinzhi, did you plant all these flowers?"
"No." Su Jinzhi replied, there are a lot of precious flower seeds in this greenhouse, which are difficult to grow and maintain, how could he grow them alive, "I planted the sunflowers outside."
"Sunflowers still need to be planted? Just scatter melon seeds, and the next year will be full of sunflowers." Yan Rong said disdainfully.
"It's not that easy." Su Jinzhi held up a small flowerpot, which contained a newly sprouted sunflower seedling, "If you don't take good care of it, it will die easily."
"Anyway, I think it's pretty easy to feed." Yan Rong snorted.
Lu Yuqi asked Su Jinzhi, "Why do you want to grow sunflowers?"
"Because..." Su Jinzhi opened his mouth, and just about to answer this question, the sudden sharp pain in the center of his abdomen turned his next words into a cry of pain.
He clutched his stomach and slowly knelt down on the ground, his eyes turned black for a while, his throat suddenly overflowed with a sour taste, but it was quickly covered by the bloody smell gushing up. One of Su Jin's hands rested on the ground, and the other hand Pressing on his twitching stomach, he watched with his own eyes that a small piece of land in front of him was gradually stained red by the blood he vomited, and finally fell into darkness.
When he woke up again, his eyes were white like snowflakes.
As far as the eye can see, there are all white walls, white floor tiles, white sheets, and doctors in white coats. Suddenly, Su Jinzhi almost thinks that he is not dead yet, and he is still the one who is still receiving treatment in Westport.
The doctors whispered something around him, and soon Su Jinzhi felt himself being pushed into the operating room. The dazzling shadowless lamp made his eyes feel uncomfortable, and the anesthetic injected from the spine gradually made all the pain he could feel disappear. , a tube was inserted into his mouth, slowly probing into his body. Su Jinzhi moved his hand, his left hand was cold, but his right hand was warm, as if someone had held his hand tightly before, keeping the temperature.
Can I open my eyes again
Su Jinzhi tried his best to stay awake, but his consciousness gradually became chaotic.
"It was discovered too late, the cancer had already metastasized..."
"Chemotherapy can only delay the development of tumors, and the treatment effect has to be observed..."
In a daze, Su Jinzhi seemed to hear someone talking beside him. Except for a few voices he didn't recognize, the rest belonged to Song Mingxuan. He asked those people over and over again, is there any other way to treat it? How effective is the treatment? Is the process painful
Time and time again, tirelessly, his voice became hoarse and tired, which made him a little distressed.
"... Dad?" Su Jinzhi blinked, and murmured softly after taking in a few rays of light.
As soon as the words came out, Su Jinzhi realized that his own voice was so weak, it was as small as the cry of a milk cat, but soon his right hand was held by someone, and one hand gently pushed the hair on his forehead, and asked him : "Jinzhi? Are you awake?"
Su Jinzhi's chest rose and fell quickly, and he felt that he was so weak that it was difficult for him to breathe.
Seeing this, Song Mingxuan asked him again: "Does it still hurt?"
Su Jinzhi shook his head and wanted to sit up, but Song Mingxuan pushed him back: "Lie down well."
"Father, what's wrong with me?" Su Jinzhi clasped his hand instead.
Song Mingxuan's eyes were light blue and black, his beard was unshaved, and his hair, which was always neatly combed, was a little messy, making him look very embarrassed. But he still had a smile on his face, pretending that nothing happened: "It's nothing, just sick."
"Ill?" Su Jinzhi asked again, "What's wrong?"
"Stomach bleeding." Song Mingxuan said these three words calmly without changing his expression.
Stomach bleeding need to use chemotherapy
Su Jinzhi recalled the words he heard while half asleep and half awake, and felt that he must have had more than just stomach bleeding.
"Father, I'm hungry." Su Jinzhi didn't know how long he had been lying down, he was weak and hungry now, so he wanted to dismiss Song Mingxuan and ask No. 1 what kind of illness he had.
"You can't eat now." Song Mingxuan patted his head, leaned over and kissed his forehead and face, and finally stayed on the corner of his lips for a long time, his voice was hoarse and low, as if he was suppressing something, " Dad is going to get someone to hang you with nutrient solution."
After he finished speaking, he got up and left. Su Jinzhi didn't miss the pain and sorrow in his reddish eyes and dark gray pupils. His heart was throbbing faintly, just like the feeling of a heart attack in the first world, but Su Jinzhi knew clearly that there was nothing wrong with his heart in this world.
Su Jinzhi asked No. 1: "No. 1, what disease do I have?"
Number one said: "Terminal illness."
Su Jinzhi's heart sank suddenly, thinking of what the doctors said, he asked again: "Stomach cancer?"
"Um."
Su Jinzhi closed his eyes dejectedly, and asked No. 1 again: "Why is it stomach cancer? I am clearly completing the task seriously."
Number one said: "It wasn't stomach cancer, or a common stomach problem, but you fell in love with Song Mingxuan."
"That's not love, I don't love him at all!" Su Jinzhi opened his eyes again.
"But you want to be with him." Number One said, "Love is worth 60, which is already a pass."
"What's that..." Su Jinzhi murmured with a smile, "At most, it's like liking him, but I don't love him..."
No. 1 said: "Data can't lie, and whether your feelings for him are love or not, you should know better than me."
Su Jinzhi was silent for a while, then asked, "How long can I live?"
"You will never die, whether you complete the mission or not."
Su Jinzhi pointed at his stomach: "I'm terminally ill, will I really not die?"
"Do you really want to die?" Number One asked him, "I have a cup here..."
"No, no, no!" Su Jinzhi quickly interrupted it, "I don't want to die."
He murmured softly: "You won't die, you should have told me earlier, I was shocked."
"Hehe." Number One sneered twice.
Knowing that she would not die, Su Jinzhi's mood immediately cleared up, feeling that she was as light as a swallow and could even get out of bed and dance, so she sat up with the pillow on her back, stared at the bright sunshine outside the window and smiled in a daze.
Song Mingxuan led the nurse in, and when he saw him sitting up, he rushed over and pushed him down again: "Why are you getting up? Lie down!"
Su Jinzhi explained: "Father, I'm fine."
Song Mingxuan said: "You have to lie down if you have nothing to do, don't get up."
Su Jinzhi had no choice but to lie down again and let the nurse stroke his sleeve and prick the needle on the back of his hand. Song Mingxuan was busy adjusting the height of his pillow and tucking in the quilt. Wait, after finishing all this, he was still not at ease, and asked Su Jinzhi if his hands were cold? Then before he could answer, he went outside to look for a bottle and filled it with hot water and pressed it on the infusion tube.
Su Jinzhi has always hated infusions. He hated the feeling that those cold liquids invaded his body bit by bit, taking away all the warmth and life. But this time, the fluid flowing from the veins on the back of his hand to his heart was not so cold.
He looked at Song Mingxuan who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes were a little sore: "Dad, aren't you tired?"
Song Mingxuan said: "Father is not tired, is there any discomfort for you?"
Su Jinzhi shook his head: "But you have dark circles under your eyes."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Then you close your eyes and sleep for a while, Dad will sleep with you."
This sleep lasted until the next day.
Both Song Yingchu and Jin Ruyue rushed back from their travels and went to the hospital to see Su Jinzhi, but Su Jinzhi was still awake.
Song Mingxuan shaved his beard, and even took some time to do some skin care to make himself look better.
But Song Yingchu looked at Song Mingxuan, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a bright expression on his face, but he couldn't speak a word as if his throat was tightly strangled.
"Both Ying Chu and Ruyue are back." Seeing the two of them enter the ward, Song Mingxuan put down the boy's left hand, which he had been holding tightly, and stuffed it back into the quilt, "Jin Zhi is still sleeping, let's go out and talk .”
Jin Ruyue sniffed with red eyes, glanced at Su Jinzhi who was pale as paper on the hospital bed, followed Song Yingchu out, and murmured in disbelief: "Isn't Jinzhi only 19 years old? Why..."
"I plan to take Jinzhi abroad." Song Mingxuan interrupted her, and said directly, "I have already contacted the doctor, and the environment over there is more suitable for Jinzhi to treat illnesses."
Song Yingchu took a deep breath: "Has it been confirmed? Is there any possibility of misdiagnosis?"
Song Mingxuan smiled: "I hope it's a misdiagnosis, but it's impossible for all doctors to misdiagnose."
Song Yingchu looked dazed, not knowing what he was thinking, and Song Mingxuan said again: "Let him undergo chemotherapy here first, and then he will be given fluorouracil and Amycin, and you can come to see him after losing."
Song Yingchu nodded.
After saying these words, Song Mingxuan turned around and was about to leave.
Jin Ruyue saw that he didn't mention the company from the beginning to the end, so she couldn't help saying: "Then second uncle, the company..."
Song Mingxuan stopped in his tracks, looked back at her, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the Song family and the company both belong to Chu, and Jinzhi won't want it."
"Second Uncle, I..." Song Mingxuan put it so bluntly, Jin Ruyue was very embarrassed, and his fingers holding the handbag suddenly tightened, but Song Mingxuan obviously didn't want to hear her explanation, so he pushed the door directly into the ward where Su Jinzhi was waiting.
Jin Ruyue said to Song Yingchu who was standing beside her silently, "Yingchu, second uncle—"
"How do you know that Jin Zhi is not the second uncle's biological son?" Song Yingchu suddenly interrupted her.
Jin Ruyue was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I also heard from others..."
In fact, she received an inexplicable document, which included Song Jinzhi and Song Mingxuan's blood identification form, as well as the recording of the conversation between Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu.
In the recording, Song Mingxuan admitted that Song Jinzhi was not his own son, and Song Yingchu also yelled that he would never admit that he had this younger brother, so Jin Ruyue thought that Song Yingchu and Song Jin had a bad relationship, so when she knew Song Yingchu that Song Jinzhi had Stomach cancer immediately interrupted his travel plan and came back to see him, which is very strange.
"Really?" Song Yingchu laughed coldly, "You are really capable, you just heard the truth that took me three years to find out."
Jin Ruyue's face turned pale in an instant, and her eyes were red: "Ying Chu, what I'm telling is the truth..."
Song Yingchu closed his eyes and suddenly felt very tired.
He knew that he was venting his anger on Jin Ruyue. There were only a few people who knew about it. Of course he knew who told her, but he just couldn't control his emotions.
Song Yingchu suddenly remembered the sentence the boy asked him at the engagement banquet - how can you be happy, brother
That's right, he has a beautiful wife and wealth that can't be spent, and now he has the power of the Song family that he has always wanted to take away from Song Mingxuan, and the family affection that he once dismissed will never be there again. , and everything he once wanted, now he has all, why is there any reason for him to be unhappy
But Song Yingchu looked at the extremely clear sky outside, and couldn't help but smile.
He thought that in his life, he would probably never be able to laugh happily again.
Su Jinzhi woke up with severe pain in his arm. He thought the potion was cold before, but now he is fine. Now, the bottle of potion is like molten lava, rolling into his blood vessels, making his whole arm feel like It hurt like it was on fire, Su Jinzhi couldn't help stretching out the other hand to touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, someone held it down. He turned his head and saw that it was Song Mingxuan.
Song Mingxuan obviously cleaned up, and his appearance returned to the original level, but Su Jinzhi didn't have time to appreciate it at the moment. He said to Song Mingxuan with red eyes, "Dad, what kind of potion is this? I'm in pain."
"Does it hurt?" Song Mingxuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of worry, and he looked more painful than him, "This potion hurts a little, Jin Zhi bears it."
Su Jinzhi looked into his eyes, gritted his teeth and thought that he should bear with it and stop humming.
However, he did not expect that this bottle of liquid medicine was dripping so slowly. The 100ml was dripped for more than 2 hours, and he was already soaked in cold sweat from the pain, and his hair stuck to his forehead in locks and strands. , I think he didn’t feel so painful when he did the mechanical organ transplant.
This pain is different from his heart attack and the feeling of coughing up blood in the last world. It is like a wave, as the medicine invades and occupies every corner of the body, and bursts out with the beating of the heart, disrupting his consciousness Every nerve, ravaging his crumbling consciousness.
Su Jinzhi finally couldn't help crying. As soon as he cried, Song Mingxuan hurried over and hugged him gently: "What's wrong with Jinzhi?"
"Father... I'm in so much pain..." Su Jinzhi hugged Song Mingxuan's arm, sobbing softly. The severe pain gradually stripped him of all his strength, and now he didn't even have the strength to cry loudly, "How long will it take to lose..."
Song Mingxuan's voice was also hoarse. He brushed the sweaty hair on Su Jinzhi's forehead behind his ears, kissed him again and again on the forehead, and comforted him softly: "Jin Zhi, this bottle will be finished in an hour."
this bottle? ! Is there another bottle
Su Jinzhi's life would be better than death, and he cried even worse. Song Mingxuan leaned over and kissed him on the lips again, gently comforting the soft flesh with his mouth in his mouth: "Daddy's kiss will not hurt anymore."
"You lied." Su Jinzhi was wronged, "It still hurts."
Su Jinzhi coquettishly said to him, "We need to kiss for a while longer."
Song Mingxuan looked at him, his throat slid up and down, the corners of his lips were still hooked, but his eyes gradually turned red, and those dark gray pupils were also covered by a layer of water: "Okay, let's kiss for a while."
The second bottle of potion did not hurt much, but the infusion was very slow. Song Mingxuan told him that the bottle of water might take 10 hours to hang.
Su Jinzhi didn't believe it, he hadn't heard of any injection that would take 10 fucking hours to infuse.
No. 1 told him: "You are undergoing chemotherapy, if you infuse doxorubicin too quickly, you will die of heart failure."
Su Jinyi was taken aback: "I'm already undergoing chemotherapy?"
Number One said, "Yeah."
Maybe Su Jinzhi was crying too pitifully just now, Song Mingxuan told the medical staff about it, and after a while, someone came in and inserted a needle in his other hand, and began to infuse some hormones that can make people feel happy.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Su Jinzhi to stop crying, and he was even a little excited.
He turned his head to look at Song Mingxuan, and suddenly said, "Dad, you are so handsome."