The car jolted a bit.

Speed bumps slowed down the speed of the car, and Wang Chengyou, who sat in the back seat of the car and recalled the name of the disease when he first learned the name, focused his eyes and glanced at the open farm-like scene outside the window. There is still some time left in New York City, and he can still indulge himself in thinking about something.

The window glass reflected his pale and blurred face. He looked like a sick person.

Others don't know, how he doesn't, his weakness and sickness are his deliberate presentation, his mischievous revenge. Since they all thought he was ill, and looked nervous as if he were facing a great enemy, he cheered them in.

He unloaded his spirit, and the decadence and weakness immediately climbed up the face. He was lying on the bed with empty eyes, his arms lying on the sickbed weakly, and his family called him, but he couldn't hear it. When Leng Buding saw himself in the mirror, even he felt that he was really sick.

Is he really sick?

Doctors have said that there is no clear relationship between retrograde and structural heart disease. A sudden retrograde episode after intense physical exertion or excessive mental stress, as long as it does not last long and the heart rate does not exceed 200 beats per minute, there will be no serious hemodynamic disorder, that is, it is not a big deal.

I remember that Naughty also told such a joke, saying that there was a bodybuilding coach in his club, and he felt pain in his chest for about 3 seconds, and went to the doctor, and the doctor looked at the coach seriously and said: It's okay to hurt occasionally, and it hurts a little.

His one-way road is retrograde, which is caused by too much worry and too much nervousness.

Tracing back to the source, the 3-day grounding is the culprit.

At the beginning, he was grounded for 3 days, although Wang Chen did a little ruthlessly, he had nothing to say; But when he was admitted to the hospital, no one was allowed to see him, and he was not allowed to see anyone, which made him uncomfortable. He hated their high-sounding restrictions on his freedom, and hated them for wrapping him up in layers in the name of love without consultation. What is the difference between not living freely and not living!

To express his frustration that they had put him in a vacuum, he didn't even like to eat.

Mom cried and asked him what he was going to do. Dad looked at him with a black face.

What is he going to do? What will make him happy? Don't they know? So, why bother asking so pretendically? He turned his face sideways, facing the other side without his parents.

"Why don't you ask one of his classmates to accompany him?"

The door was not closed, and my mother timidly asked my father. He pricked up his ears at once, and eavesdropped motionlessly, and the spirit in his eyes returned.

"Well," Dad dragged out, "then call the Wind of the Lord." ”

He collapsed on the bed again, his eyes rolling up at the ceiling.

"This ......" Even her mother Mi Zhi doesn't think Wang Zhifeng is a good candidate.

"Who's that called?!" Obviously, this sentence is not a question, but a reprimand. In fact, it should be interpreted like this: Do you want us to bow our heads and admit defeat and call that girl over?

"Or ...... Stars? The kid who messaged me? ”

Dad didn't say anything more, thinking that he was acquiescing.

Wang Chengyou pursed his lips. Well, better than nothing.

He spent a day and a half in the People's Hospital, and the night before his flight to the United States, he saw the stars. Xingchen sat in front of his hospital bed like a good child, with his hands together on his knees, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Ahem," he said slowly, "I'm sick, but it's not serious, it's just urgent." There are special circumstances in the past two days, and my mobile phone has been temporarily turned off......" He said all short sentences, for fear that the sentences would be too long and the stars would not be able to remember. Where did he tell the stars, it was obvious that he told Mo Yan through the stars.

He didn't have to say it and couldn't say it, but he trusted that the stars would bring the words for him.

"Have you been going to your relatives' house a lot lately?" This is a recent topic that he can openly talk about. Those who know his family background envy him for having a capable father, however, this is the sadness that he has a strong father.

Xingchen blinked, as if he hadn't seen enough of him.

"Huh? Awkward? She recently had an interview at kindergarten. ”

It was only 10 minutes to meet Xingchen, and the good boy Xingchen heard Mi Zhi say that the time was almost up, so he immediately stood up and waved goodbye to "Brother Youyou" in a proper manner.

Wang Chengyou smiled and waved goodbye to him. After the stars left, he ate his first meal in 2 days. 2 bowls of porridge and a piece of tofu. Michel smiled happily. However, what Wang Chengyou didn't see was that Wang Chen's face was even darker.

Early the next morning, he followed his family on a passenger plane to the United States. There are not enough tickets left in first class, only three. He, his father and mother's life secretary, driver and bodyguard, family doctor and Wang Zhifeng, etc., sat in business class.

After 15 hours of direct flight, he slept for a few moments, half-asleep, and said "don't worry" and "I don't matter" in a dream. Mi Zhi, who was on the other side, came over and held his hand: "Mom, don't worry, You'er will definitely get better." Wang Chen, who was in the back seat, looked at it, lay down again, and "hummed" casually.

Wang Chen wanted to say, I don't know who this "don't worry" is addressed to.

"Don't worry" between half asleep and half awake...... It was indeed told to Mo Yan in the dream. In the dream, Mo Yan cried so fiercely that she was out of breath and grabbed his hand tightly, as if she was worried that he would disappear. He comforted her: Don't worry, I don't care, in this world, 100% healthy people are not even 1%, everyone is an apple bitten by God, just don't worry about life, don't worry!

Mo Yan stopped crying, and he opened his eyes to look at her carefully. Looking at it, I saw that my mother was leaning over and grabbing his hand in response to his dreams. He smiled at his mother, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Lying down to eat, sleep and sleep, 15 hours is not difficult.

After getting off the plane, the local temperature of 28 degrees and the warm greeter made him feel a lot brighter. He wanted to cheer up, but when he saw his father Wang Chen's black face...... Forget it, he's still sick.

Another speed bump.

The buildings outside the car windows are dense, the streets are narrower, the cars are increasing, and the New York city is here.

Soon after, the two cars separated, and Wang Chengyou was taken to the Paklein Hotel, which he had booked before departure.

The secretary and the family doctor went with the father. Mi Zhi, Wang Zhifeng, Wang Chengyou and the driver and bodyguard they brought all the way. Relatives still have to go to work, take them to the hotel and leave.

Mi Zhi checked in with the bodyguard, and Wang Chengyou and Wang Zhifeng sat on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel, sitting and waiting.

Tilting his head, his head resting on the palm of his hand, and his arm on the armrest of the sofa, Wang Chengyou was closing his eyes to recuperate, and suddenly heard Wang Zhifeng speak: "Hidden? Is it a family genetic disease? ”