Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Familiar with the smell of disinfectant, the corridor seemed to grow into the same white coats. Doctors and nurses cried in their ears. Feng ChuChu wrapped her coat tightly and stepped up to the ward. She hated the hospital. As always, she even felt respiratory arrest when she stepped here. I will never forget the night when she squatted helplessly in the corridor, surrounded by all kinds of people, but without a pair of outstretched hands.

In other words, who is not ill and has no heavy pressure here?

I have no time to worry about others. Feng ChuChu provoked a self mocking smile at the corners of his mouth, pushed open the door of the office in front of him, immediately squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, sat in a chair and said, "director, when is my grandmother's operation scheduled? I've called and just signed the operation consent."

"Have you seen it carefully?"

The director took off his glasses and stared at the wind carefully. In the past two years, they have often had a face-to-face relationship. He knows something about what's going on at home. The life experience of being dependent on grandma is indeed sympathetic. "This operation is very dangerous. There is a 50% chance. She can't get off the operating table. In the middle, even I can't determine what happened."

"The patient is very old and has poor physical functions. The blood vessels are even more fragile. There may be symptoms of massive bleeding during the operation."

Every word of the director is like a heavy stone hammered on the wind's clear heart. Her hands hidden under the table have been clenched and her teeth are clenched. She can feel the smell of rust and blood in her mouth, but she still smiles and says, "I know, I'm still bothering the director."

"After all, surgery is still 50% possible, isn't it?"

Feng ChuChu's optimism made the director not have the heart to continue to fight. It's better to leave some illusions and expectations than to lose heart.

"However, even if the operation is successful, the follow-up will be bottomless, and you will pay more than these years..." the director kindly reminded, but Feng ChuChu immediately stood up, held the bag and bowed solemnly, unable to see the degree of each other, saying: "You don't have to worry about money. I must have a way. As long as you let Grandma accompany me for a few more years, anything can be done!"

With her relatives around, she at least has a home and dependence.

Even if you can't live many times, as long as you think of your grandmother in the hospital, Feng ChuChu will remind you to bite your teeth and bear it.

If there is no hope at all, she doesn't know whether she will become a walking corpse and lifeless.

"I'll go and see grandma." Feng ChuChu choked in his voice and left quickly for fear that the tears falling immediately would be seen by the director. Who can see your weakness? In the world of the law of the jungle, your weakness and tears will only become the object of ridicule and irony. Feng ChuChu is used to seeing too many such situations around Si Yeqing. He knows more clearly that the world is cold and warm.

The ward is the most spacious in this hospital, with single beds and even sofas.

The money was also taken from Si Yeqing's pocket money. Feng ChuChu took off his coat and sat by the bed, holding grandma's hand like a dead wood. She had all kinds of needle tubes and equipment lines on her body, and there were slight ups and downs under the ventilator, "Grandma, I haven't come to see you recently. Is it my fault? However, you can rest assured that I have arranged the operation!"

"When I passed the tube building two days ago, I saw that the bridges had been demolished, and the boss of beef noodles didn't know where to move."

"Now sometimes I really miss the taste in the alley. Your sisters may be in the nursing home. They say they want to see you, but they are not very good, so don't blame them. At least there is a nurse. Is she very kind to you?" The wind looked back clearly, like some joking. But the people lying in the hospital bed didn't respond at all.

Feng ChuChu doesn't care. She knows that grandma must be able to hear, but she can't respond to her.

"Recently, Si Yeqing doesn't know what's wrong. His attitude towards me has changed a lot. It may be menopause, or... Things in the company are not going well." Feng ChuChu picked up an apple from the table, put it in the palm of his hand, cut it into small pieces, sighed and said: "even if it's a problem of the company, I can't help it. After all, I know nothing about those things."

Occasionally, Feng ChuChu also wants to help Si Yeqing solve problems and talk about work, but she is clumsy. Every time, she makes Si Yeqing more upset. Over time, she gradually gives up this idea. Perhaps her role is to let Si Yeqing vent. When she accepts her fate, everything becomes less important.

"Clear?"

When she left the hospital, she wanted to take a walk. The wind blowing fresh air was clear. She heard someone calling her name behind her. As soon as she looked back, she saw a big boy with brown hair standing under a tree. The wind blew and the falling petals sprinkled around him. It turned out to be like a bridge section in an idol drama. The delicate face made Feng clear a little stunned God pointed to his face and asked, "are you calling me?"

"The wind is clear. Are you pretending you don't know me?"

The big boy came over directly, put his arm around her shoulder, raised his finger, bounced on her forehead, smiled and said, "noble people forget many things, I'm Lin Zixiang!" after that, he deliberately bent down and made a grimace with the clear sight of the wind. Seeing that Feng ChuChu was still so confused, he did not hide his disappointed expression and said, "I don't remember my name. It's in vain. The first thing I came to you after I returned home!"

"Are you, little fat Lin Zixiang?"

The windy brain is running at full speed. There is a vague impression in my mind, but it is too different from the man in front of me.

"Yes! Your deskmate, Lin Zixiang!" he suddenly smiled brightly, as if the whole person was bright. Feng ChuChu was surprised. He pulled the man's arm in front of him and spared several times. He couldn't believe it and said, "how did you get this way! You used to be short and fat! Now, what do you eat to grow tall?" Feng ChuChu said happily from the bottom of his heart, "you said to return home? I remember you transferred to school and left. Did you go abroad?"

Lin Zixiang nodded, like a obedient golden retriever. His tall body pressed the windy shoulder and said intimately, "it's a long story. We'd better find a place to sit down and talk slowly!"