Another summer passed, autumn was in full swing, Zhou Fang received a call from Huyan Lina and went to Beijing to see the last face of a dying child.

The smell of disinfectant water, Zhou Fang thought of the scene after Zhou Fan's car accident, but unfortunately she only had herself at that time, and the pain of losing her relatives tortured her to death, no less than Zhou Fan's biological parents who were about to lose their only son.

With gray hair, a vicissitudes of life, and a loveless expression, he sat in the corridor of the ward.

"Anyone like your lover has a mole under his eyes, a mole of tears"

"The child must see you, there is no way to ......"

Zhou Fang patted Zhuo Guoqiang's shoulder, he could understand his mood at this moment, after all, he had also experienced it.

Zhou Fang stood up, straightened his collar, pushed the door and went in.

In front of a hospital bed, a woman with tears streaming down her face covered her mouth and forced herself to cry.

Zhou Fang lay in front of the hospital bed, looking at the skinny young man, who had not seen him for a few months, and his appearance had completely changed, his eyes were sunken, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his lips were chapped and cracked.

"Hey, lad, remember me?"

Zhou Fang said, holding his hand like a chicken paw, cold and cold, just like Zhou Fan's hand, there was no temperature at all.

The patient on the bed nodded, took the hand in the quilt, and slowly took it out, and there was an envelope in his hand.

"For me?"

Zhou Fang waited for him to nod, then opened the envelope, and inside was the will that had been prepared.

A letter, Zhou Fang read it in less than a minute, and the child hoped that he could let Zhou Fan return to his parents, and Zhou Fan was the only child they were about to survive in the world.

But now she doesn't know where she is, how can she get her back?

"Okay, I promise you, you can recuperate with peace of mind, you will definitely see Fanfan, she is very beautiful and lively, riding horses and archery, just like a boy"

"Hmm......"

Hearing Zhou Fang's words, the woman who was crying silently on the side couldn't hold back anymore and ran out of the ward crying.

"Fan Fan is not like you with your parents, I am busy with work, she is also very busy, she is a chef, she cooks good dishes, I never get tired of eating"

Zhou Fang said, his eyes flashing with tears, no worse than the people crying outside, but he was not good at expressing it.

"She got married, I forced me to go, but I was wrong, marriage matters, she should be allowed to make her own decisions, I have become the head of an arranged marriage in feudal society, she must blame me very much, blame me for solving the problem by force, but I have never dared to say it"

Zhou Fang felt that the boy's hand was warmer, and he reached out to probe his snort, and he was already out of breath.

"I'll take care of your parents for her, you can go with peace of mind!"

The people waiting outside threw themselves on their beds, crying loudly, and the cries echoed in the corridors of the wards, which was worrying.

"The deceased is gone, and the festival mourns and changes"

Zhou Fang stood aside and silently paid attention to the child's parents, they were all cultural people, men were veterans, why were they so ruthless and abandoned their newborn children?

In order to treat their children, they sold their houses and cars, sold everything they could, and owed more than one million foreign debts.

Zhou Fang helped to deal with the aftermath and followed them to a house near the military hospital, where Huyan's father's son and daughter-in-law once lived.

"Come in and see, who did we find?"

Zhou Fang pushed the door and went in, only to see a person lying on the bed in the room, still tied to the bed, unable to move.

When he walked in, he covered his mouth and cried.

I thought about it day and night, but I didn't expect her to be here, why was she still tied up?

"Fanfan, my Fanfan"

"Shhhhh

Zhou Fang was dragged out and sat on the bench, his brain was not good.

"This child was found at the foot of the Great Wall, probably because she was sent to the Public Security Bureau because of the beating, she spoke Mongolian, and others couldn't understand it, and finally found Hu Yanlie's son, and brought her back, she is now extremely emotionally unstable, she doesn't know what her name is, and she is running around, beating people, grabbing things, rummaging through garbage cans, and there are scars on her arms, and she may have masochistic tendencies."

"Send it to the hospital for examination! What are you tying her up for? ”

Zhou Fang's thoughts were all on Zhou Fan, who was lying inside, how could he take care of it so much.

"As soon as she let go of her, she ran, she couldn't catch up, she hit and bit when she caught up, and she had children, triplets"

"Triplets!" Zhou Fang stood up from the bench all of a sudden, this was a bolt from the blue.

"The doctor said that the child was too small, she had mental problems, and she could not take medication, so she could only wait for the child to be born before receiving treatment."

Zhou Fang shook his head, not believing what was coming out of their mouths, entered the room, sat on the bed, and shook her awake.

"Ghosts, there are ghosts,...... Lots of ghosts."

"It's me, I'm your uncle, Fanfan, I'm your uncle"

Zhou Fan on the bed, struggling, a sense of fear surrounding her, staring at Zhou Fang with dementia.

"Go, go, you're all ghosts"

It seems that what they said is true, she has a mental problem, and it is still very serious.

"I took her back to Shanghai for treatment, she can't go on like this, she's still young, there's still a long way to go in the future, she can't go like this"

Zhuo Guoqiang has lost three children, and this child will never be taken away, impossible.

"No, our children can't go back with you, even if they die, they can't let you take it back."

The woman who was quietly watching Zhou Fan also nodded and said, "There are big hospitals in Beijing, so you don't need to go to Shanghai."

"Call 120, let someone come to the hospital, pick her up and take her to the hospital, the child is gone, it is important to treat her"

Zhou Fang had already taken out his mobile phone, making a call, looking at Zhou Fan who was tied up distressed, losing a lot of weight, his eyes were empty and blank, only his stomach was big.

120 ambulance, people got down, carrying a stretcher, and several people struggled to fix Zhou Fan on the stretcher and carried him into the ambulance.

She really fought and made trouble, and bit and pinched people, Zhou Fang's arms and hands were bitten by her row after row of tooth marks, and blood came out.

After a tranquilizer was injected into her arm, she stopped after a while, and after a series of examinations, the obstetrics and gynecology department gave a notice that the child was less than a month old and needed to be signed for premature birth.

Zhou Fang was calm, owed a word in the family column, and watched her being pushed into the operating room.

Shixuan received a call from Zhou Fang, asked for leave from the hospital, and flew to Beijing, and Shilang and Naika also rushed over from Tibet.

Zhou Fang looked at the sky outside, I don't know whether it is happy or sad, triplets, some of them are busy now.

Three children, two boys and one girl, Zhou Fang didn't see a glance, and was carried into the incubator by the neonatologist through the surgical channel, and one monitor was inserted into his body.

Zhou couldn't take care of it, so he could only stand at the door of the operating room, waiting for Zhou Fan to be pushed out.

The children are taken care of by professionals, and they can't help themselves, only the people in the operating room, who may be able to help a little.

More than an hour later, Zhou Fan was pushed out, but the doctor informed them that they would be pushed to the psychiatric department for further examination, and injected her with a large amount of sleeping drugs.

It's just been a few hours since we met, the child was born, and she was pushed into the psychiatric department, but it's okay, at least she is alive, and the disease can be cured, so she is not afraid.

There are cutting-edge technology, there are professionals, mental illness, not terminal cancer, can be controlled.

Although the children are small, they have tenacious vitality, all of them are sound on all fours, and there are no conjoined bodies or six fingers, which is so exciting.