Chen An's voice was very low, and some words turned around in his mouth several times, but he couldn't open his mouth, "He ......"

"Why are you acting like a today?"

Mo Nanjue turned around to turn on the light, Chen An grabbed his hand, "You sit down, I'll tell you." ”

The man frowned, Chen An pressed him on the sofa, he took a breath, "My grandfather was invited to Mo's house some time ago, Mo Wenbin is still paralyzed in bed, and the situation is getting worse and worse, it is estimated that it won't last long......"

Mo Nanjue sneered, "What does it matter to me if he is paralyzed in bed or on the ground?"

"At the beginning, when you were born, the Mo family invited my grandfather to go," the Chen family is an extremely famous medical family, and it is even more famous in the Americas, Chen An choked in his throat, "My grandfather came back and told me that one of the two boys born was born with congenital muscle atrophy. ”

A haze gathered in the corners of Mo Nanjue's eyes, and he vaguely realized what he was going to say, "So?"

"But my grandfather told me that it was the second lady's child who suffered from this disease, that is, Lin Meijie's son," Chen An raised his head, and his doubts were even more serious, "So it stands to reason that Mo Beiyan should be the one who has this disease, but ......"

Chen An didn't continue.

Lord Monan stood up suddenly, he reached out to turn on the light, and his eyes fell on the paper in his hand.

The man's eyes stabbed.

Chen An also stood up, his eyes moistened, "But why you?"

Mo Nanjue's gaze was fixed on the A4 paper, and every time he looked at a word, he was more desperate, the black light in the man's eyes faded little by little, and when he raised his head, a strong sadness overflowed out of his eyes.

Chen An raised his hand and landed on his shoulder, "Lord ......"

Mo Nanjue clenched the A4 paper in his hand, he squinted his eyes, his gaze became unreal, and the sudden fact made him want to laugh a little.

It's ridiculous.

He wanted to say, isn't it just a life, before it was changed, it was gone, and if it was alive, it was a drunken gold fan, and when it died, it was just a handful of dust.

He really didn't care.

But now it's different.

Mo Nanjue slowly closed his eyes, felt his arm tremble, and his right hand seemed to have been removed from half of a nerve, soft.

It turns out that I don't have the strength because of this.

Mo Nanjue couldn't imagine at all, if he left, what would Tong Ran do?

She is clumsy, so willful, she cries her nose at every turn, likes to mess around when she is angry, and she doesn't eat well, and she knows that she sticks to him every day and argues non-stop.

If he really left like this, who would cover her? If the child is born, if she is angry, who will comfort her? Who will vent to her?

He didn't feel comfortable handing her over to anyone, and apart from him, Mo Nanjue couldn't think of anyone else who would treat her like life.

How can he rest assured?

Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, and his shallow bangs hit his forehead, covering all the sorrow in the man's eyes.

Chen An's five fingers tightened, looking at him like this, his eyes were red, and he forcibly looked away, "Listen to me......"

"How long can I live. ”

Chen An was stunned, "Lord ......"

"Sue me," Mo Nanjue raised his head, his pupils hazy, "How long?"

"Originally, it should be okay for the time being, but...... As a result of the devilskiss injection, the nerves in your body are stimulated, and the proximal muscles of your right hand gradually begin to atrophy," Chen paused, his voice lowered, "If nothing else, it will start with the right hand, then the left hand, then the legs, and then ......."