Husband, Please Stop Flirting

"Clear?" looking at the wind that stopped at the door of the hospital, Lin Zixiang asked worried. Feng ChuChu's lost soul was called back. Every time she came to the hospital, she would be in such a state, confused and even unclear what she was doing. The smell of disinfectant made her unable to bear it. She could only wear a mask and hear the cries of people around her. She always felt in a trance that the person squatting on the ground was herself, not other indifferent people.

Looking at her like this, Lin Zixiang also came to her side, held her tightly with a pair of big hands, tried to convey strength in this form, and said: "It's all right. I've asked. The director who can treat grandma's disease in this hospital is the authority in this field. Many people can't arrange for him to have surgery. Now he's willing to do it. It must be OK. There's nothing to do."

"Really?" Feng ChuChu said softly, as if he were asking himself, or Lin Zixiang, or even the one who didn't know who was listening in the air, or the one who raised his head three feet with a God. "I want to go to the ward to see grandma. You... I'll go in by myself." Feng ChuChu thought that his grandmother had lived in the hospital for so many years and had never seen a stranger, so he turned back and said to Lin Zixiang, "OK, I'll wait for you outside." Lin Zixiang nodded. Obviously, he didn't want to embarrass Feng ChuChu.

In the ward, grandma was quietly lying in bed, and the ventilator was still not removed, but she looked much better than a few days ago.

Feng ChuChu walked over, gently held grandma's palm with his hand, gently touched it, felt a weak pulse, tried to make himself look very happy and happy, and said: "Grandma, I wore a red evening dress yesterday and went to the dinner! Didn't I always tell you that I wanted to wear like a princess? Now I've done it, but you didn't see it. It doesn't matter. I took a lot of photos. When you get better, I'll show you one by one."

"You know what? Si Yeqing has been very kind to me recently. I'm a little flattered. He always told me that I didn't allow him to come to the hospital to see you. After all, you are an old lady who is very afraid of meeting strangers. I know you very well, so when you get better, I'll take you to see Si Yeqing, my husband, okay?" The wind finished clearly and gently wiped grandma's face with a wet towel.

Even if it is an operation, the exquisite grandmother must hope that she is clean, even in the end

"Grandma, the demolition of the tube house has come down. It seems that the building is already being built. I'm good at making suggestions and asked for a house for you. Although it's not big, it's only more than 50 square meters, but it's more than enough for you to live by yourself. You can plant the flowers and plants you like this time. Don't worry. I don't like it. Even if you keep a tree at home, I won't say anything, okay?" The wind whispered clearly. Finally, the voice became choked and even couldn't hear clearly.

Douda's tears hit the back of grandma's hand, but the lying man didn't respond.

Just like now, Feng ChuChu also knows what she says. In fact, she can't hear clearly, but she still has a faint expectation in her heart. At least she can hear one or two sentences, just one or two sentences, even if she doesn't respond to herself. "You must know someone outside, but I didn't let him in. He was a little fatty. When I was in primary school, I always bullied the little boy. Who could have thought that he has become so human now. At the beginning, you advised me to bully others less!"

"Next time, when I come, let you meet him, OK?"

The wind said clearly, gently lying on the bed and taking a deep breath. The voice seemed to float in the wind, but it seemed to be passed into someone's ear, saying: "Grandma, I miss you so much. In this world, you are the only one I can rely on. I have only one family member left. Don't leave me anymore. Even if I live like this, it's painful, but also let me be selfish and let you accompany me, okay?"

"I never expected anything. Only this time, I hope you can forgive me."

In fact, the director talked to Feng ChuChu a few days ago. At this age, when the physical function is such a state, the best choice for grandma is conservative treatment, which can reduce the pain. Maybe leaving as soon as possible is a relief for her. The progress of modern medicine makes people full of hope for survival, as if they have money, they can achieve peace and harmony Qin Shihuang can't live forever.

But do those who are dying or seriously ill want to live?

"If the old man can speak his mind, maybe, it won't be such a choice." the director advised painstakingly, "if she knows your current situation, you think she will be willing..." before the director finished his words, he had been broken by the wind, almost hoarse: "No, I don't care about that. I just want my grandmother to live. No matter what way, as long as I live. I still have a home!"

The wind was so tired that he didn't know when he fell asleep.

In her sleep, she saw grandma, an old man who could walk around and tidy up flowers and plants in the garden. She looked back at her lovingly and said, "clear? Come here and let Grandma see. She has grown up recently, but she is too thin!" even though she knew it was a dream, the wind walked over step by step, held grandma's hand and said: "I knew you would be fine! You would be fine, and you would come back to me... Grandma."

"ChuChu, are you unhappy because of me?"

Grandma seemed to blame herself. Feng ChuChu quickly shook her head. She firmly grasped the hand in front of her and said, "no, I'm very happy. Really..."

"In that case, why don't you smile? Grandma likes to see you smile!" grandma said, but her figure gradually faded, or even slowly disappeared. Feng ChuChu stretched out his hand, desperately trying to catch something in the air in front of her, but found it gone. She woke up from her sleep in horror and saw her grandmother lying in bed, breathing safely. She was not sure it was just a dream.

After hearing her voice and words, grandma talked and communicated with herself in this way.

"Grandma, if I could laugh again and be happy again, would you come back to me?" Feng murmured.