Chapter 1979
Chapter 1978
Dean Xu didn't appear embarrassed because of being rejected. She had listened to many classes of Mr. Xia and regarded him as a mentor. Naturally, she also knew his temperament quite well, and knew that it was such a person, not against anyone.
Dean Xu explained a few words to the attending physician, and then bid farewell to Mr. Xia and left.
Mr. Xia nodded very coldly, without saying a word, his eyes were fixed on the person on the hospital bed, for fear that any unexpected changes would happen to him. Fortunately, until evening, Old Deng's heart beat faster and faster. It is getting more and more stable, and there is no such thing as the sudden fast and slow when I just came back to life before, which makes people nervous.
Just as Mr. Xia was leaning on the seat outside the ICU and fell asleep, the door of the ICU suddenly opened, and the little nurse ran out and shouted at Xia Yuanqiu and the others: "Wake up, the patient is awake!" The little nurse was still the same nurse in the morning. She witnessed the miraculous event of Mr. Deng's death and resurrection. When Mr. Deng woke up, she also seemed extremely excited.
Xia Yuanqiu hurriedly helped his grandfather into the ICU. The originally dull eyes of the old Deng who was lying on the hospital bed became agitated immediately after touching the face of old man Xia.
"Old Xia, you, why are you here?" He remembered that he didn't tell Lao Xia about his return to China.
Mr. Xia sat in front of his bed, complaining on his face: "You are an old fool, you didn't tell me when you returned to your country, and you didn't tell me when you got this disease. If you told me earlier, your disease will become serious. Is that so?"
Old Deng looked at his old friend of decades in front of him, and felt warm in his heart. Since returning to China, he has never felt this kind of taste again, and every day is very bleak. His son, he has given everything he has cultivated. Son, when he was dying, he refused to go back to the country to see him.
Looking at Lao Dengtou's gradually moist eye sockets, Mr. Xia couldn't help turning his nose sour. Since when did the formerly high-spirited Lao Dengtou become so fragile?
"How do you know that I've returned to China?" Old Deng was looking forward to whether his son had contacted Lao Xia and asked Lao Xia to come and see him.
Mr. Xia said: "I had something to ask you, so I called your American son. He told me you were going back to China, but he didn't know where you lived. Didn't you contact him after you returned to China? "
Old Deng shook his head with a look of disappointment, "My mobile phone number has not changed, and the fee has been renewed. It is he who has no face to contact me, and I don't want to talk to him again."
"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 closest person in the world, but I didn't expect that he only feeds unfamiliar white-eyed wolves."
"When I first arrived in the United States, he treated me well and took good care of me, but when I gave him all the money from the sale of the house, he knew that I didn't have much money on me, and his face changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He disliked me for staying at home all day, eating and drinking for free, and gave me winks at every turn. Later, I was found to have lung cancer, which was already in the advanced stage, and his face became even uglier. He adds to the burden."
When old Dengtou talked about his sadness, his eyes were full of tears. He wanted to be strong forever, but he didn't expect that when he was old, he would live by his son's wink.
"When I decided to go back to China, he didn't say a word to keep me, he only gave me three thousand dollars, and he didn't even book a plane ticket for me—"