Linjiang First People's Hospital.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water fills people's nasal cavities, and a "tick-tock" electrocardiogram beating sound further highlights the oppression of this air.

The red light with the words "under surgery" in front of the door is brightly on, and the young man sitting in the waiting area with his head bowed and a gloomy face is Zang Yue, who has lost contact with Quan Cheng at this time.

extinguished the mobile phone screen that had been flickering and vibrating at hand, and Zangyue frowned in disappointment.

Where is he still in the mood to participate in the competition, lying in the operating room, but his mother.

Just three months ago, when I was training at the base, I received a call from the hospital.

When he was told that his mother had brain cancer and collapsed and was taken to the hospital by a neighbor, his hand, which was still holding the mouse, couldn't help but tremble.

A good big living person, not long ago, I was still calling to complain that I only cared about my e-sports dreams every day, and forgot to go home to see her more, how can I say that I fell down?

Rushing to the hospital and learning from the doctor that his mother had less than half a year left, Zangyue felt unprecedented regret for his choice to embark on a career path despite all odds.

It was also at that time that Zangyue went against the norm and took the initiative to propose to Kwon Sung to prepare a substitute for himself.

The competition is coming, and in the game and family affection, he still can't go against his heart without hesitation.

When the person on the bed woke up, she still smiled in a weak tone:

"Bad boy, if I wasn't sick, you don't know when you would be willing to take the initiative to come back to see me......"

Zang Yue's eyes were blurred by the swirling tears, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Since then, Zangyue has spent half of his time in the hospital every week to spend with his mother.

Although she hid her illness, even if she didn't listen, she knew that she was on the road to run out of oil.

Compared to Zang Yue's pessimism, her mother didn't seem to care very much.

Only occasionally listening to her gentle complaints, Zangyue can feel that she is not without the slightest fear.

"It's a pity I can't see my bad boy bring his girlfriend home......"

Zang Yue has never been a person who is good at expression, and when he looked at his mother on the hospital bed, his heart was suffocated.

Obviously, she is only in her forties, and it won't take long for her to have enough ability to support her.

Zang Yue did not give up hope, he put his mother in the best hospital room, and invited Linjiang's most authoritative expert in cancer to treat her.

The team just made the decision not to start in the group stage on the impromptu basis, giving Zangyue enough time to maintain the balance of playing professionally and spending more time with his mother.

However, on the eve of the announcement of the pre-match finals, Zang Yue received a call from the hospital again at the base.

So, this scene has appeared.

If he could make Zangyue choose again, he would be willing to give up his status as a professional player in exchange for his mother's health.

All this is nothing more than his fantasy.

After a long time, the red light in front of the door finally went out.

Zang Yue immediately stood up and strode over.

"How's my mom doing now?"

Listening to the anxiety in Zang Yue's tone, the doctor with a disposable protective cap on his head sighed lightly.

"The patient's condition has been stabilized for the time being, but the subsequent specific development may not be very ideal."

The doctor was already tactfully expressing his meaning.

Zang Yue only heard what the doctor said now, and the heart hanging in his throat finally fell slightly.

Despite the doctor's objections, Kurayue rushed into the operating room.

A nurse is pushing a bed on wheel, ready to transfer a patient to a ward.

Seeing the appearance of Zang Yue, they were all slightly stunned.

"This family member, when he walks around, he moves quietly."

Probably accustomed to seeing such a scene, they did not drive away, but admonished in a serious tone.

Zangyue nodded, slowing down his pace.

On the hospital bed, his mother was wearing an auxiliary respirator and still had a drip on her hand.

Her expression was serene, as if she had now been freed from the torment of her illness.

When he arrived at the ward, Zangyue moved gently and hugged his mother to the hospital bed.

After the nurse told him what he needed to pay attention to, the room was finally quiet.

Zangyue can feel the silence and coldness in this called the ward.

Before coming to this senior ward, Zangyue's mother insisted on staying in the general ward.

The reason Zangyue knew in her heart that she felt that the cost of the senior ward was too high, and more importantly, as long as she turned around, it meant that she would have to face the silent air alone when Zangyue left.

Zang Yue also took this into account, and after persuading her to turn around, he specially hired a nurse for her.

In addition to taking care of her daily life, the nurse also chats and talks with her every day.

As long as he thought that his mother would have to face the torture of illness alone, and endure endless loneliness and loneliness, Zang Yue's heart was uncomfortable.

Holding her slightly cold hands, she closed her eyes in pain.

……

Mars hotel room.

Quan Cheng almost couldn't help jumping when he heard that the "no one answered for the time being" that had been prompted on the phone had now changed to "the call was turned off".

"What the hell is this Zangyue doing?"

Zang Yue's character Quan Cheng is relatively clear, there must be some reason for not answering his phone so blatantly, and now he has turned off the phone completely.

It's just that the specific reason for this is completely unknown.

"I think he's been sitting in this starting position for too long, and now he has nothing to fear!"

Kwon Cheng gritted his teeth a little.

Mao Yao looked at Quan Cheng's slightly excited emotions on the side, and couldn't help but excuse Zang Yue:

"Zangyue seniors may have encountered some trouble......"

"The sky is falling so that he doesn't have time to connect to a phone?"

Quan Cheng mercilessly interrupted Mao Taro's words.

Mao Taro was about to open his mouth to refute, but was stopped in time by the top beside him.

"Are you stupid, what's the matter with you, you're going to hit the muzzle of the gun......"

TOP whispered a glance at the taro.

Mao Yao's expression was full of worry, and he said straightforwardly:

"Zangyue senior is not what the manager said, he is not that kind of person......

TOP helplessly helped his forehead.

"I really don't know if it's because you're too kind or stupid, if Zangyue really can't come, you'll have a chance to show your skills in the finals...... If I were you, I wouldn't be happy......"

Mao Taro blinked, obviously not thinking of these things that TOP said.

Can I appear on the stage of the finals?

Mao Taro finally remembered that his identity was Mars's sniper substitute.

He's also a pro who needs to prove his abilities.