Xiaoyun was picked up by the old dean himself, and he has been frail and sick since he was a child. But she is a precocious child, very well-behaved and sensible. I helped the aunts with housework early, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, washing dishes and chopsticks, and also learned to be a female celebrity. The adults and children in the welfare home are very fond of her.

When the old dean heard Aunt Zhang calling him, he also turned his head to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot and cloudy.

"What the hell is going on, why are you hiding it from me?" Feng Wuling's voice was inexplicably hoarse.

The old dean sighed, forcibly sat up straight, and said to him, "Congenital XX disease, the doctor said, it is a miracle to be able to live until now." ”

Although he had expected it, he still couldn't accept it when he heard it with his own ears. It seemed that half of the spirit and spirit had been drained away, and I was at a loss, and my legs and feet were a little weak.

The little girl who likes to pester him to listen to stories is going to leave like this?

However, her life has only just begun. The best of youth has not yet arrived, and it is about to end like this?

What did she do wrong, and God was going to punish her like this?

He was thinking about it when the door to the intensive care unit opened from the inside. The three doctors walked out, and the woman in the middle was already over the age of six, with gray hair, and it seemed that she should be a retired old professor.

The old dean stood up suddenly, took two steps closely, and when he came to the old professor, he was a little slurred, and stammered, "Lirong, what's wrong?"

The old professor looked at the tired old friend in front of him, and he couldn't bear it, but he still shook his head indifferently.

At this moment, the old dean's last hope was shattered, and his forcibly straightened body also collapsed. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Mourning is greater than heart death!

"This place is too small, a lot of medical technology and equipment are not advanced enough, let's go to the big hospital, let's go to the big hospital in the capital. Let's go, let's go! Aunt Zhang, pack your luggage, let's go. Money is not a problem, as long as it can be solved with money, anything will do. Feng Wuling was in a hurry, and he didn't care about a few of their doctors, and he said it bluntly.

The old dean cheered up when he heard this, and looked at the old professor in front of him with hopeful eyes, hoping to get her affirmation.

But after all, he was disappointed, and the old professor shook his head silently.

Feng Wuling was very anxious when he saw the sad look of the old dean, and said without hesitation, "We don't listen to her, what good technology can such a small hospital have." Let's go to the capital, I still have money, and more than 10 million, if it's not enough, I'll find a way. Aunt Zhang went to pack up the salute, let's go. ”

"Alas," the old professor let out a long sigh and said, "I understand your feelings, young man. Lao Li and I are old friends, and we have been friends for decades. I was already retired, and he begged me to come and see me. In his words, he did not mean to blame.

"This disease, with current science and technology, is incurable. You just go to the Mayo Clinic, Cliff Medical Center, Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States, and they can't cure it either. ”

The three hospitals she mentioned are all among the best in the world.

Feng Wuling was completely stunned this time, so what is the use of me copying this and that day and night, without shame or impatience?

No matter how much money I make, I still can't get back this life that has just begun.

God is so unfair!

People say that there is only one thing in the world that is fair, and that is that people die.

Now it seems that this matter is not particularly fair. Because life is long and short, some are very long, and some are very short.

In a lifetime, there are many people who can be met, and there are not many people who can stay~~

"I, I, I'm going to smoke a cigarette. He didn't want others to see his vulnerability, so he staggered out.

Laugh and ask the whole world to laugh with you, and cry to hide and cry alone.

He walked out of the hall like a walking corpse, into the hallway, through the crowd, to the smoking room in the courtyard. Along the way, he bumped into the shoulders of several people, but he didn't realize it.

The smoking room is smoky, like a fairyland.

There were a few big smoking guns swallowing clouds and spitting fog, with comfortable expressions on their faces, as if they had arrived in the Western Elysium, and they seemed to have been holding back for a long time.

He found a corner in a daze, and his whole body collapsed against the wall as if it were falling apart. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, but he rummaged through his pockets and couldn't find it.

The old smoker buried in the depths of his memory is his past life!

Now this young body is a non-smoker!

"Knock knock" he threw his head back back into the wall twice, "it!"

"I'm going to go, buddy, such a big smoker. Not like this, come on, come on, order one. A young man next to him kindly handed over a cigarette and lit it for him.

I have to say that the smokers are all bright!

"Thank you, thank you. He took the cigarette very awkwardly, put it in his mouth, and smoked half of it in one go, almost choking him to death.

He's a young body now, and he hasn't smoked since he's grown up. There is no familiarity with such things as cigarettes.

Perhaps, it's better to choke to death directly, and die to relieve a thousand sorrows!

The kind young man next to him looked stupid.

Lie down in a groove!

Smoke a cigarette in two breaths!

What level of smoker is this?

The young man who was kind enough to do it to the end took out another cigarette and handed it to him. Alas, who doesn't have a problem, right, especially in a place like a hospital!

Who has no story in his heart, but has just learned restraint.

Feng Wuling sat on the ground with a limp in his body, his mind was a mess, he didn't have any main thoughts, and he didn't know what to do next.

He is also a very emotional person, and will cry because of the slightest touch. will also be sad and sad because of a little sadness.

So, like a puddle of mud, he curled up in a corner.

Life is a train to the grave, there will be many stops on the way, it is difficult for someone to accompany you from beginning to end, when the person who accompanies you wants to get off the train, even if you are reluctant, you should be grateful, and then wave goodbye.

The fat man saw him leave in a hurry, not knowing what was happening. I called him to ask, but no one answered. So, I called him intermittently, but he still didn't answer.

Until the evening, Feng Wuling's mobile phone was turned off when the battery ran out. Just like his spirit now, he has lost contact with the outside world.

He sat paralyzed in the smoking room for a long time, and finally remembered that the old dean and Aunt Zhang were still guarding the intensive care unit. So, he stood up tremblingly, raised his feet and walked outside.

Oh, by the way, I have to call home so that my parents don't have to worry. I took out my mobile phone, but I didn't know when it was out of power and turned off.

It was already dark outside, and when I passed the commissary, I bought two packs of cigarettes and a lighter. By the way, I called my dad from a pay phone and told him that he would go out for a few days and let him not worry.

Then, he returned to the place full of sad people again, and asked the old dean and Aunt Zhang to go back to rest, and they guarded it here.