Chapter 130: The World of Children

The glass window, which was the same as the next room, was carefully opened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The fresh wind blows in along this gap that is not wide or narrow, and it is slightly cool.

Slightly blowing away the nearby air, the bitter and strong lingering smell mixed with medicine and disinfectant, a simple push window, but it emitted some refreshing fresh air.

Bai An withdrew his hand from the window rim and sat back on the edge of the bed, he sat slightly sideways, very lazy, sitting on the back chair with the hospital code printed on it in red paint.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window, and a bunch of shadows under the border lay horizontally, holding his pale figure, his posture loose, with a kind of casualness that had been isolated for most of the year.

The sheets in front of him were not snow-white, with a bitter yellow of soot.

Bai An's eyes looked at the little face on the bed that was half and half nested in the crumpled white quilt, sleeping red.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, and the warmth of the room suddenly became colder.

The little girl closed her eyes, frowned, rubbed her pillow dissatisfiedly, shrunk her body in fear of cold, rolled up into a ball, and exposed only the top of her hairy head.

Bai An's heart softened, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his fingertips swept over the child's curly eyelashes, and touched the top of her head.

The little girl was half awake from this hard scratching, and a pair of slender brown long eyelashes born from a long illness trembled slightly, showing a transparent gold color in the not warm sun.

Such a soft expression makes people spontaneously have an instinct close to the blood, the kind of warm and pitying feelings for the cubs.

Bai An couldn't help but smile.

The child's sleepy eyes were half-opened, and he looked at him with some difficulty, his eyelashes and eyes were still foggy, and when he just woke up, he was physiologically wet.

Bai An smiled even more: "Xiao Yueyue, do you miss your brother?"

The little girl's half-drooping eyelashes trembled and widened!

In her sight, there was someone looking at her just as she was looking at the other.

He sat there, his elbows resting on his thighs, his fingers crossed, supporting his beautifully curved jaw, and he was looking at her quietly with his eyes slightly raised.

The little girl blinked vigorously, and then looked at him fixedly, it was a very stubborn way of staring, and the eyes were very clear and reflected a continuous shadow, as if she had seen something incredible and dreamed of.

Being a little surprised by this extremely surprised and irrepressible aggrieved gaze, Bai An couldn't help but touch the child's head again.

"I'm sorry ......"

Weakness of mind comes from contrast.

Her expression was telling him a real and genuine, incomparably simple longing.

Compared with his habitual neglect under the adult mind, the difference between serious care and non-concern is hugely embarrassing.

The child's world is always much simpler than you think, pure white and clean, the child's eyes are the most impurity-free treasures, clear like a mirror, so that people can just live up to it, and they will clearly see their own evil.

He was ashamed.

"I'm sorry, my brother broke his promise, I didn't come to see you last week......" Looking at the child, Bai An apologized meticulously, his posture was very cautious, and his eyes were very serious.

Then, he pursed his lips with an inquiring smile in his eyes: "Hmm... Then as compensation...... Brother will stay with you all day today, okay?"

Xiao Yueyue stared at him, her eyes wide open.

Because of thinking, the empty inky black pupils showed a stunned cuteness.

Half ringing.

She suddenly smiled, hooked the corners of her mouth, and tried very hard to imitate a smile similar to Bai An.

The little girl stretched out her arm comfortingly, Bai An was stunned in a trance, the corners of her mouth hooked the same arc, and she lowered her head meekly and cooperatively.

Xiao Yueyue smiled, her soft palm, and gently touched his eyes that were close at hand.

……

When Lin Huiyun came to look for Bai An, it was nine o'clock in the morning.

It's not early, it's at the junction of early morning and noon, standing in the first half of the word "morning".

Even if Bai An wakes up later, this time doesn't seem to be intrusive.

And for a high school student who is taking a break from school and staying at home, this time is obviously not too late.

The eldest sister's every move, after flowing in the processing line of society, has also sharpened her capable inertia.

It is like a growing vine, winding and climbing, digging the roots into the crevices and bumps, blending with the branches, and then undergoing the necessary pruning.

Everything is just right.

It's a pity that Bai An is not at home.

said that he went to the hospital, Lin Huiyun was angry in his heart, because this statement and the place of going were all vented at once, and only full of worries remained.

The news of the terminal illness scared her before, in fact, it should be the fragility of life that scared her.

The word "hospital" makes her a little nervous, and it is always associated with loss and death.

The Bai family's nanny's re-examination and visit to patients did not reassure her at all.

People, always lose to know to cherish.

Lin Huiyun always thought that among these little children, only Xiaoyi was really stored in her heart.

However.

It wasn't until I think back now that I realized that during that period of youth, all the clips seemed to have been carefully edited, carefully wiped, carefully placed in the bottom of my heart, and played frame by frame, each of which was marked with soft light.

……

At noon, the patient in the next bed moved out.

The other slot was already vacant.

That's it.

There were only two of them left in the ward.

Bai quietly accompanied the little girl, sometimes telling stories, sometimes sitting, each doing their own thing together, and sat like this until the evening.

The long and warm light of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whole room is plated with a light layer of golden red.

Outside the door, a man in a cheap suit leaned against the wall, the smoke between his fingers burning to the bottom, and the scarlet fire flickered in the ashes, almost burning his skin.

Because of Bai An's orders, Han Zhi had already talked to him...... There is hope for treatment for Xiao Yueyue.

It's a good thing that my daughter has hope for treatment, and the money is still paid by someone else...... Lucky enough.

It's just that Steward Han told him...... Surgery needs to be done as soon as possible.

And this surgery, because it is the first step of treatment, is the top priority, which is directly related to the outcome of treatment.

The success rate of surgery is only 40% and a half.

He needs to decide whether to do this surgery as soon as possible.

…… In fact, compared with Bai An's original success rate of 30%, the figure of forty and a half percent is already too lucky.

But that's his daughter... In case of... This......

The man's hand trembled.

Wisps of smoke drifted through the air, bitter and ethereal.

He listened to the voices in the hospital room, his expression was complicated and happy, almost numb.

Even the air around him seemed to freeze and be heavy.

Suddenly, an exclamation broke the silence in the room.

"Oh! no smoking is allowed in the hospital!" the pretty nurse scolded with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I forgot... This is off!" The man apologized again and again, smiled politely, and snuffed out his cigarette under her gaze.

"I don't know if the smell ......of smoke affects patients? Still smoking in the corridor of the respiratory department!

When the little nurse muttered and complained and walked away, the man took a deep breath, took out the cigarette case that was flattened in his pocket, and threw it into the trash can, just like throwing the hesitant and fearful thoughts that were also crumpled in his head.

Damn!