As soon as Qin Shanhai walked out of the doctor's office, he saw Chang Su, and he reflexively hid the diagnostic report in his hand behind him-

Ten minutes later, the two sat on a bench on the hospital lawn.

End-stage heart failure.

Chang Su returned the diagnosis and treatment report to Qin Shanhai, and Qin Shanhai put the diagnosis and treatment report away unhurriedly.

The two sat silently, and Chang Su said for a long time: "Mr. Big, this disease is not incurable, you can do a heart transplant, most people can continue to live for more than ten years after the operation, and some people can even live to thirty years." ”

Without a heart transplant, the survival time is less than a year.

Compared with a short year, more than ten years or even thirty years is too tempting.

Only when facing death at close range can a person know how greedy he is for life and afraid of death.

"Chang Su, I'm not waiting for death, I'm actively cooperating with the doctor's treatment, I also want to live a few more years, and the longer I live, the better......"

Qin Shanhai's voice was a little vicissitudes, tears rose in his eyes, his son was willing to talk to him, and he talked more and more with him, as well as his Meng Yao, if he lived, he could go to see Meng Yao again, although he would not be with Meng Yao again, but it would be good to be able to go and see her again, even if it was a little more.

"But it's not easy to find a heart donor who is willing to donate and can be successfully matched."

So he was waiting, waiting for that destined heart, not knowing if what he was waiting for would be hope or death.

"Chang Su, can you help me keep it secret? Don't tell Ozu. ”

Qin Shanhai turned his head to look at Chang Su, with begging in his eyes, it was a father's helpless love, Chang Su was too heavy, he wanted to cry, but as a man who stood up to the sky, he couldn't cry to a patient.

"Okay." Chang Su agreed to Qin Shanhai with a smile.

On the way back to the ward with Qin Shanhai, Chang Su thought in his heart that he would next remind Mr. Xiao in various ways that he could not make Mr. Big angry anymore, and a person with a bad heart could not be angry, because he might die at any time.

Chang Su knew that although Mr. Little was at odds with Mr. Big everywhere on the surface, but in Mr. Xiao's heart, he loved Mr. Big very much, and Mr. Little was a person who valued family affection so much, otherwise he would not have such a deep attachment to his biological mother who had not raised him for a day.

Walking outside the ward, Qin Shanhai turned around and gave Chang Su a cheering smile, signaling that he wanted to laugh.

Chang Su pulled the corners of his mouth and pulled out an ugly smile.

He really can't act, acting is really too difficult.

For some reason, at this moment, Chang Su suddenly thought of Xiao Zhan, thought of the person who looked exactly like himself, and thought of his profession as an actor, and inexplicably had respect for him.

The two pushed open the door of the ward with a smirk on their faces, and were immediately stunned.

There was no Qin Xiaojin on the hospital bed, and there was no Qin Xiaojin in the entire ward.

What about people?

Qin Shanhai and Chang Su looked at each other.

……

……

Bai He stopped typing with an "ah", and a key fell out on the keyboard.

It was a letter "J".

Bai He picked up the key, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

This is the computer that Qin Xiaojin gave her, and the quality of the keyboard is so bad?

It's still a "J" that is broken.

"J", Tsu, Ozu.

Bai He pressed his heart, and there was an ominous premonition there.

Bai He picked up his mobile phone to call Qin Xiaojin, the international call was quickly connected, Qin Shanhai picked up Qin Xiaojin's mobile phone on the hospital bed, looked at the two words Bai He and a string of numbers on the mobile phone screen, he didn't answer, but looked at Chang Su and asked, "I didn't bring my mobile phone, where will Xiaozu go?" ”