That being said, in the face of this situation, who can be calm?

No matter how tenacious Han Yuerao is, he is only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, if he is at the best age, he will never be able to see it, then what does it mean?

Han Yue was lying on the hospital bed, although there was his beloved girl next to him and his most quiet family, but there was a black hole in his sight.

It's like ink-soaked cloth, blocking out all light.

Oppressive, suffocating.

He didn't roar, he didn't suffer, and his collapse in the face of such a blow would have no effect.

Gu Zhixia could only clearly feel that the boy's whole person was trembling slightly.

And she couldn't do anything.

Holding his body weakly, Gu Zhixia's eyes were red, and he affirmed: "Ah Cheng...... It's going to be fine, don't think about it. ”

"Let's go to the best doctors, and they'll cure you."

"The doctors have said that it can be cured......

She repeated it over and over again, Han Senyu walked to the window, and when she looked at the vast sky outside and listened to the boy's heavy breathing, she couldn't bear to close her eyes.

Because Han Yue was emotional, and the injury was not completely healed, the doctor had no choice but to give him a tranquilizer.

When Han Mingye arrived, the boy had already fallen asleep again.

Han Yue's skin was already white, and at this time, he was lying on a solid-colored pillow, his black hair was sharp but deep like ink, and his face was pale and almost transparent.

Looking at the fragile boys, the three people present, silent and sad.

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Han Yanmei also rushed back to Anyang the next day.

There was nothing unusual about her in the ward, but when she came out, she cried like a tearful person.

"Who the hell is it? What the hell did you make my grandson look like this? The old man was distressed and worried, almost paralyzed on the ground weakly, and was supported by others, so he could stabilize his body and hide his face and weep: "He is only eighteen!" Eighteen! If this can't be cured, what can we do in the future?"

"Is it necessary to have a cornea, I can give it to him, I can give it to him!"

The old man didn't understand what neurological blindness was, he only knew that he was now eager to suffer for his grandson.

"Mom!" Han Senyu hugged Han Yanmei and explained loudly, "This is neurological, it doesn't require corneas, you are sad, we are sad now, Han Yue can't accept it now"

"You're like this outside, can he feel better when he hears it inside?"

After listening to Han Senyu's words, Han Yanmei gradually stabilized her emotions, she thought of her quiet grandson in the ward, and cried lowly: "No matter what method is used, I must help him cure, we will go abroad, you can contact ...... now"

The old man kept muttering.

The people around him couldn't persuade him, so he could only sigh.

Inside the hospital room.

After Han Yue woke up, he didn't eat anything at all, so he could only rely on glucose to maintain his body's needs.

Gu Zhixia stayed in the hospital inch by inch.

The more difficult it is for Han, the same is true for her.

It's just that after all, he can't empathize with him, and he can't give a little light in his dark world.

She took the porridge, gently grabbed Han Yuedu's arm and said, "Ah Cheng, if you can't eat it, you have to eat a little, you can't afford to spend ...... body."

The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and in order not to make the boy even more sad, when she couldn't hold back her tears, she went to the bathroom and came back after crying.

It's just a hoarse voice.,It's all exposed.。。

Han Yue's dark eyes, his gaze was not fixed, his eyelashes blinked slowly, his chapped lips, and he said weakly: "I'm not hungry"