Chapter 122: Beheading the clone

That's why I can't come and meet myself right now.

Song Yunyun told her that she was fine and asked her to take care of Shuangshuang.

She didn't want her daughter to have a care, so she tried her best to take care of Shuangshuang and let her rest assured here.

Song Yunyun looked at the little baby in the video, the corners of her lips slowly raised, and replied, "My child, of course like me. 】

After hesitating for a moment, she sent a line of words to test, [I heard that my dad is sick, it's quite serious. 】

After a while, Han Xin replied, [It's good to be dead. 】

Song Yunyun stared at the screen and thought about the sincerity of Han Xin's words.

Is it angry talk, or really can't wait for Song Licheng to die.

"Young grandma, let's eat some fruit." Mother Wu handed over the food, interrupting Song Yunyun's thoughts, she put down her phone and took a piece of cantaloupe.

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Hospital.

Remember https://m in a second.

Song Licheng was lying on the bed, his eye sockets were deep, his face was sallow, and he was even more emaciated.

Song Licheng's attending doctor took experts to see Song Licheng's situation, all the examinations were done, and in his case, there was no need for surgery, and he could live a few more days without surgery.

If you have surgery, you will not only have to bear the risk of surgery, but also the results will not be good.

Conservative treatment, prolonging some life, is the best option now.

"This is our expert in this area, and he came to see you personally." The doctor said to Song Licheng.

Song Licheng knew that his illness was serious, but he also wanted to live a few more days, and he was grateful to the experts, "Thank you, do I still have good hope?" ”

He's full of hope!

The expert said, "If you cooperate with the doctor, we will do our best, and it will be fine." ”

Whether it's good or not, first of all, give hope to the patient.

Song Licheng's eyes lit up, "Really? ”

"Really." Affirmative tone from experts.

"You have to relax and don't always think that you are sick." The expert encouraged him, "There are many who are more serious than you, all of them exceed the expected treatment effect, first of all, they have a good mentality." ”

"I see." Song Licheng said.

"I already understand your situation, and I will treat you with Dr. Li in the future, and you must have confidence." Experts say.

Song Licheng nodded vigorously and replied, "I will." ”

"By the way, why did you come to see me?" He asked with some doubts, after all, he had an attending doctor, and now another expert came, and he didn't deliberately go to find it, so how could he take the initiative to treat himself?

"Your daughter went to find me, and your daughter is very filial." Experts say.

Song Licheng's expression was abrupt, and he murmured in a low voice, "Yunyun." ”

His daughter still feels sorry for him and cares about him.

Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to find an expert to see his situation.

"She's also a good doctor." The expert looked at him and said, "You raised a good daughter." ”

Song Licheng has always disapproved of Song Yunyun being a doctor.

At this moment, he was actually a little proud.

With glory!

He used to put his interests first.

Now I finally understand the greatness of the angel in white!

"She's really good."

Song Licheng now wants to see Song Yunyun.

When the doctor was gone, he called his son, "Anyway, call your sister." ”

"I went to look for her, she is ruthless and unrighteous, and she doesn't want to care about your life or death, why do you still want to see her?" Song Ruijie is still angry when he thinks of Song Yunyun's attitude that day.

Song Licheng frowned and said in a heavy tone, "She's your sister." ”

"Sister? I don't think she treats me as a brother at all, I heard that when I was sentenced to prison, she could ask Jiang Yaojing for help, but she didn't help, so it can be seen that she doesn't take me seriously. ”

Song Ruijie was wearing a white T-shirt, a casual jacket, white board shoes, and black slacks, sitting casually on a chair with his head drooping.