Three days later, Zheng Peipei had almost recovered.

A family of four happily sat in a single room in the VIP ward of the hospital.

"Xiaoya, you haven't delayed writing these days." Zheng Peipei asked, holding the baby.

"Mom, don't you still have a manuscript?" Zhao Ya said with a smile.

"You are the pillar of our family now...... Zheng Peipei said, the baby suddenly cried, and she stopped talking and began to feed.

"Hehe, Xiaoya is our family's cash cow." Zhao Guanguan quipped on the side.

"Dad, did you say that about your daughter?" Zhao Ya glanced at her father slightly, and then said to her mother: "Mom, that Aunt Li has something at home, and she can't come over in the past two days, so let's find another one." ”

"No need, with your dad at home, it doesn't matter if you don't have a confinement lady." Zheng Peipei shook her head, "That sister-in-law Li Yue is doing things well, and the food she cooks is also delicious, just wait for her to come." ”

"Okay." Zhao Ya nodded, although she also had a good impression of this Aunt Li, but in the most critical days of her mother's birth, she couldn't take leave, how to say that this was also an unprofessional behavior.

At this moment, Li Xianghong looked at his skinny son lying on the hospital bed, and his heart was dripping blood.

She and her husband have been working hard to train their son, and when they watched their son enter the university, he suddenly got blood cancer.

She almost broke down at the time, but fortunately she heard that it was possible to cure the disease.

She and her husband worked even harder, and they also took on a lot of foreign debts, and finally let their son get relatively good treatment and his condition stabilized.

Just when she thought that her son would slowly get better, a few days ago, a doctor issued a critical illness notice, telling her that her son had no more days to live.

This is undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue, and my son does not have a few days to live.

"Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine." Feng Jiacheng said weakly while lying on the bed.

"Yes...... Everything will be fine. Li Xianghong's eyes were red and he threw himself in front of his son's hospital bed.

This sentence is her comforting words for her son, who is now terminally ill, and uses this sentence to comfort her, so that how can she not be heartbroken.

"Mom, people always have to die, I've seen it, I'm content to have a mother like you." Feng Ka-shing obviously didn't know how to comfort his mother, although no one told him the extent of his illness, he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, his body was slowly collapsing, and he knew that his time was running out.

Death is not terrible, but the most terrifying thing is knowing that you are going to die, but you can't do anything about it.

This made Feng Jiacheng really want to jump directly from the upstairs, and he didn't have to spend a huge amount of medical expenses every day, lying on the hospital bed and waiting to die.

"Chengcheng, you won't die, Mom won't let you die." Li Xianghong seemed to be crazy, rushed out of the ward, and ran directly to the infirmary.

Seeing the attending physician, Li Xianghong glared and asked, "Doctor Chen, are you sure there is no way to do my son's illness?" ”

"You are Feng Jiacheng's family, I have already told you about this, his symptoms can only have a chance with the most advanced treatment equipment and drugs, but you can't afford it, we have done our best to treat it with relatively low medical costs, but unfortunately the hope of surviving this disease is too small." After Dr. Chen, who was slightly fat, finished speaking, he sighed slightly, as if he regretted that a life was about to die.

"But you said that this treatment was very sure, we sold the house, and it cost almost a million, and now you tell us that the treatment is not good?"

"Please don't mess around, okay? We just do our best to treat, even if you take the most expensive medicine, it only improves your chances of recovery, or a few more years of life. A female nurse next to her spoke, staring at Li Xianghong with unkind eyes, as if vigilant to prevent her from suddenly going crazy.

"Good...... I know, I know......" Li Xianghong suddenly seemed to be ten years old, and left the infirmary tremblingly.

Touching out the phone, Li Xianghong smiled bitterly and dialed Zheng Peipei's mobile phone, this employer has a good family, but unfortunately she can't go again.

I heard that they just gave birth to a son, bless them, as for the work of the confinement sister-in-law, she can't do it anymore, so she will accompany her son during this time.

"Hello, is it Aunt Li?" Zhao Ya's voice came from inside.

"It's Xiaoya, it's me, something happened to my family, I'm afraid I can't take care of your mother anymore, I'm sorry......" Li Xianghong felt a sense of grievance in his heart, and couldn't help crying, and then he couldn't cry on the phone.

"Aunt Li, where are you?"

When she heard Zhao Ya's voice just now, she inexplicably felt a sense of confiding, and this kind of confiding became a catharsis of crying, but she was an adult after all, and it was nothing to cry on the phone with a little girl.

So she quickly stopped crying and said, "Xiaoya, I will give you the things that need to be refunded and lost money in the contract, and I will contact you later......"

After speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak.

Wiping the tears on her face, Li Xianghong showed a reluctant smile, she wanted to give her son more happiness in the last few days of his life.

Back in the ward, looking at his half-asleep son, Li Xianghong said: "Chengcheng, we are no longer hospitalized, let's go out, I'll take you to see the sunset......"

At this moment, Zhao Ya quietly felt the grief-stricken cry on the phone just now.

What kind of thing could be that makes a strong and sunny woman so sad.

Zhao Ya vaguely guessed that maybe only her most beloved loved loved one had an accident.

And the last absolute tone, the way of hanging up the phone directly, made Zhao Ya feel that Li Xianghong had no hope of life.

Zhao Ya pondered for a while and dialed the phone number of the confinement center.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Ya learned about the situation of Li Xianghong's family, a son with blood cancer, working hard, exhausted his family wealth and still not cured, and he may have been critically ill in recent days.

"This matter ......" Zhao Ya took out her treasured rainbow dream and didn't hesitate too much, if she didn't know about it, forget it, and if it was someone who wasn't familiar with it at all, she didn't have to pay attention to it.

She still admires Aunt Li, the nanny, so Zhao Ya doesn't plan to let such a good person lose hope, lose her son, and live in pain forever.

"The value of the rainbow dream is to give people hope, maybe this rainbow dream is the most valuable." Zhao Ya smiled slightly and went straight to the Rongcheng Cancer Rehabilitation Research Medical Center.

When Zhao Ya came to the door of the hospital, she saw Aunt Li pushing a wheelchair with a smile on her face, and on the wheelchair sat a young man wearing a hospital gown, thin as a material.

The man has a weak appearance, and anyone can see that his time is running out.

"Aunt Li!" Zhao Ya said hello and walked over with a smile.

"Xiaoya......" Li Xianghong was stunned for a moment when she saw Zhao Ya, and then smiled reluctantly.

"I just found out that Brother Feng is sick, so I'll come and see him." Zhao Yayan smiled and said to the two: "In fact, what cancer needs most is a sunny mood, and a good attitude is the best way to defeat the disease." ”