Fang Xiaowan's self-confidence made Jiang Chuan a little frightened: "This... Will it be sudden for Lily and Avon? Are you sure you won't surprise them?"

Fang Xiaowan hurriedly explained: "I won't let you meet their mother and daughter right away." After you drive the car into the parking lot of the hospital, wait in the car first, let me explain the actual situation to Avon, and take the opportunity to convince her to accept you. ”

Jiang Chuan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll completely obey your arrangement." ”

Fang Xiaowan glanced at him again: "You haven't eaten yet, do you want to eat something now?"

Jiang Chuan shook his head: "As long as Lily is willing to recognize me as a father, then it doesn't matter if I don't eat for a day." ”

Fang Xiaowan smiled indifferently: "You don't have to be like this. It took me quite a bit of time to do the thought work of Avon and Lily. You can go back to the restaurant while you wait. ”

"Thank you. I'm really not in the mood to eat at the moment, though. ”

Fang Xiaowan had no choice but to give up: "Okay then." Please drive immediately. ”

Jiang Chuan started the car, made a 'road U-turn', and drove the car into the back door of the hospital.

As soon as the doorman saw Fang Xiaowan sitting in the car, he let him go without interrogating anything.

Fang Xiaowan took the opportunity to ask at this time: "What do you call it?"

"My name is Egawa. Didn't Avon mention it to you?"

"Oh, she may have mentioned it. But I didn't remember. ”

Jiang Chuan nodded gloomily: "I may not be remembered." ”

Fang Xiaowan smiled: "I can remember it now." ”

Fang Xiaowan waited for Jiang Chuan to park the car in the parking lot in the compound, then pushed the door and got out of the car, and said loudly to him: "If Mr. Jiang is hungry, you can go out to eat first." ”

Jiang Chuan's resolute tone: "As long as you can recognize my daughter." It doesn't matter if I'm hungry until dark. I owe her so much, and I can bear this little suffering. ”

Fang Xiaowan couldn't help but take a long breath, feeling that this dignified man was definitely not the man described by Duan Yafang before. Maybe that's Lily's blessing.

As soon as she saw that it was time to go to work, she first went up to the second floor to arrange the work of the third ward.

After she explained her work to her colleagues, she thought of the old man, because her energy had been involved in other things outside, she was a little snub to the old man, and she rarely even ate with him, especially today's lunch. So, before she left the third ward, because she was upset, she walked to the old man's single ward-

Besides, the old man's condition has been deteriorating recently...

Since he was suffering from lung cancer, there were no nerves in that area, so he did not feel pain, but what was more uncomfortable was that he had difficulty breathing. And for an ordinary person, holding one's breath is probably more sinful than physical pain. Because of the long-term lack of oxygen in his blood, his skin has turned copper.

The old man was a man with a strong personality, and even though he had difficulty breathing, he rarely took oxygen, because this would affect his writing.

At this time, he was busy in front of his laptop while gasping. It's just that he didn't write a novel this time, but wrote an essay prose poem-

I almost suffocated

How I longed to breathe normally

But I often don't feel the air around me

It's like living in a vacuum

Now I know better than anyone else how precious air is

As the saying goes, people live on food

But a person can go without meals for a long time

Not drinking water for a long time

But he couldn't stand it for a few minutes without breathing air

We can't live without air

Air determines the quality of our lives

But the meaning of life is not how many times we breathe

It's how many moments we hold our breath

When you are calm is whether you feel a sense of freshness when you breathe

And sometimes I lose my mind

Because I'm going to breathe

It's just that every breath you breathe in the air is like a drop in the bucket

God

Please give me plenty of air

It allows me to finish a work more comfortably

For me at the moment

Writing is just as important as breathing

Because writing is more of a reflection of the value of my life

I can stop breathing

But I can't let my hard work be undone halfway

life

It's not measured by how many times we breathe

It's about how many times we hold our breath

When the old man's prose poems were written here, those deep eyes were already moistened.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the room door being pushed open, and quickly closed his laptop, while also suppressing his gasp.

Fang Xiaowan saw the old man close the laptop again, and couldn't help but open his mouth and ask: "Uncle Feng, you are really selfish enough, what is inconvenient for me to see?"

The old man smiled reluctantly: "I'm not satisfied with what I wrote, so naturally I don't want to be ugly." ”

"Alas, I'm not an outsider, how can I laugh at you?"

"Xiaowan, although I regard you as my daughter, I also have to keep my privacy. ”

"Your privacy?haha, although you are over seventy years old, you are very forward-thinking. ”

"For a person who is engaged in literary creation, if he can't keep pace with the times ideologically, can he still write popular works?"

Fang Xiaowan nodded seriously: "Well, I believe you will be able to write a classic work." ”

The old man smiled indifferently: "I know that I can't write a masterpiece as long-standing as "Dream of Red Mansions", but the book I wrote is first left for myself to see, as long as it is the most classic in my mind, it will be enough." ”

Fang Xiaowan couldn't help but say emotionally: "Well, you have said too much truth. For a person, his or her happiness is not necessarily how much success he or she has achieved in terms of material success, nor necessarily how much honor he or she has achieved in terms of fame. Because happiness depends on a good state of mind, only when the mind rises to a transcendent artistic conception can it be considered true success. ”

The old man also nodded: "Yes, for those who have a high level of cultivation and attainments in their personal artistic conception, the so-called fame and fortune are all passing clouds, and their own mentality can determine their joys, sorrows, and sorrows." ”

"Well, the mind is a window to the world, and what kind of mind there is, what kind of world and life there is. ”

The old man endured the boredom and talked to her for a few words, and finally the rapid wheezing could not be controlled.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaowan immediately came over to support the old man's arm: "Uncle Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"I... It's a little breathless..."

"Huh, then lie on the bed and get oxygen!"

The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I can't lie down at all now." ”

"Then sit and get oxygen. ”

Fang Xiaowan personally helped the old man plug in the oxygen tube, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief until his breathing was calmer.

The old man did not relieve much of it, but he did not want to show his pain in front of her, so he said, "I am much better, my daughter go out and get busy." ”

Even if it was the old man's cover-up, Fang Xiaowan still found that the old man's condition was not good, and immediately took out a pulse oximeter to measure blood oxygen from his pocket, and inserted the index finger of one of the old man's hands into it...

Fang Xiaowan looked at the number displayed by the pulse oximeter, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh, even if you are currently taking oxygen, the blood oxygen is not more than eighty, which is more than ten indices lower than the blood oxygen of normal people." ”

The old man looked disappreciative: "It doesn't matter, I'm already used to the hypoxic state." ”

Fang Xiaowan said hurriedly: "How can you always not take care of your body like this? If you continue like this, all organs in your body will fail due to long-term lack of oxygen..."

The old man was a little choked up when he heard her voice, so he hurriedly said: "Then I will listen to my daughter, just stay in bed and breathe oxygen." ”

Fang Xiaowan's mood was only a little settled, and she persuaded again: "Since you listen to me, stop writing for the time being, and take oxygen with peace of mind." I'll make an appointment with the CT room tomorrow and I'll have a chest X-ray for you for a follow-up. ”

The old man hurriedly shook his head: "Don't do CT scans." My illness is already like this, why waste money?"

Fang Xiaowan smiled faintly: "You are also a person who is not bad for money, your body is the most precious at present, why do you feel sorry for those things outside your body?"

The old man still stubbornly said: "Then I won't do CT either." Don't you know that you have to take one radiation to do a CT?"

Fang Xiaowan actually knew that the CT scan was only to understand the deterioration of his condition, and it did not help much for treatment, so she had to rely on him.

She comforted the old man a few more words, and then reluctantly said goodbye and left the ward.

When she pushed the door out, she found that the nurse Wang Yi was standing outside the door waiting for her again.

Her eyes changed: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Wang Yi smiled at her, and raised his arm to point to the door next door: "Old Li Tou hurriedly held his breath again, let me invite you to come over." ”

Fang Xiaowan was very unimpressed by Wang Yi's laughter, and said secretly in her heart, she really saw that the patients he took care of were not her relatives, since they were uncomfortable, he was still in the mood to laugh?

Although she was also concerned about Old Man Li, she really couldn't spare much time because she still had important things to do, so she said coldly to Wang Yi: "I have urgent things to go out now." Go to the doctor's office and find Dr. Geng. I entrusted her with this. ”

"This... Can't you just look at him?"

Wang Yi was really reluctant to let her go in the face of beauty, so he used the excuse to block her way and continue to pester her.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaowan was even more disgusted: "Please get out of the way! It's the same with Doctor Geng going to see him." ”

Wang Yi faced her with a tough tone, and no longer had the courage to stop her, so he had to dodge away stupidly.

Fang Xiaowan almost brushed her sleeves away-

Wang Yi couldn't help licking his lower lip at Fang Xiaowan's graceful back, and at the same time stomped his feet in annoyance.

After Fang Xiaowan left, the old man approached the bedside table with an oxygen tube, and opened the laptop on it to continue to write his feelings.

Doodoo···

It was at this time that his phone suddenly rang, which he was completely unexpected. Although he still has some relatives and friends, for him, an elderly man who is terminally ill, how can there be relatives and friends to care about him at this time? He has not answered the phone for a long time. Today this call came too suddenly.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately picked up his mobile phone from the pillow to see that it was actually a strange call.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, maybe this was a phone scam or an advertising call, right?

However, despite his suspicions, he answered the phone: "Hey?"

A man's voice immediately came from the mobile phone: "Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Feng Dingwen?"

When the old man heard the voice of a stranger, he immediately snorted in his nostrils: "It's me!"