After waiting for half the night, Mrs. Su still showed no signs of waking up.

"Take her to sleep, I'll stay here myself for a while." Ling Lianchong turned her face sideways and motioned for Xu Jiangtian to take Liu Xuanxuan out.

The man looked at his wife in his arms, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she still stiffened up, and she had to stay by the old man's side with him.

She had already exhausted herself from suffering a night of sin, Xu Jiangtian squeezed her hand distressedly: "Okay, then you can watch for a while, I will settle her and come back immediately."

Xu Jiangtian picked up Liu Xuanxuan, and his voice was low and warm: "Xuanxuan, I'll take you to sleep."

"Don't."

"Yes. You don't want it, so does the baby." He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead against her cheek, "Don't worry me, huh?"

Liu Xuanxuan was powerless to refute, and the head buried in his arms was lightly touched.

There was a knock on the door, and two men walked out.

As soon as they left, there were only two people left in the room, Ling Lian and Old Lady Su. The ticking sound of the monitor was particularly loud and harsh in the empty and silent hospital room.

Ling Lian fixed her gaze on the old man's shriveled and skeletal face.

Although she has been tortured by the disease, through the old man's bones, you can vaguely see the demeanor she had when she was healthy - the high eyebrow bones are peaceful, and the cheekbones are not particularly prominent, and she should have looked quite graceful at the beginning.

With such a grandmother, I don't know what my biological mother will become?

In a trance, the old man's brows suddenly wrinkled, his paper-thin eyelids moved a few times, and his cloudy gaze moved slowly, slowly, and finally fixed on her: "Ah Yue?"

Ah Yue? Who is Ah Yue?

"Ah Yue? When did you come back?" The old man's hoarse voice was like cotton wool torn by the wind, fluttering and weak, "Ah Yue, my mother misses you so much!"

Tears blurred the old man's eyes.

Ling Lian understood a little from the old man's words, and immediately explained, "Grandmother, I am Ling Lian, your granddaughter, I am not Ah Yue."

"Isn't it? No, you're Ah Yue...... Ah Yue, you are so ruthless! Mom is sick, and you still hate Mom and refuse to recognize Mom, right?"

The old man's shriveled and thin hand tightly grasped Ling Lian's arm, and the hand that was so thin that only the dry bones were cold and hard, making Ling Lian extremely uncomfortable.

She desperately broke free: "I, I'm really not Ah Yue, I'm Ling Lian...... Grandmother!"

"Ah Yue!"

"Mr. Xu...... Brother!"

It was obvious that he was a patient who was already on the verge of dying, but his strength was amazing, Ling Lian really couldn't break free, so she had to shout loudly outside, "Brother, grandmother is awake!"

Xu Jiangtian had already heard the movement and pushed the door in.

Ling Lian saw the tall figure of the man standing at the door, and while squeezing the old man's hand in embarrassment, she recounted to Xu Jiangtian what had just happened: "Grandmother woke up and recognized me as ...... Mom."

Xu Jiangtian nodded, signaling her to relax and not to have any more physical tugging and confrontation with the old lady, and walked to the old man's bedside, trying to wake up the old man: "Grandmother, it's me, I'm Xiaotian."

"Xiaotian?" Old Lady Su opened her empty eyes and looked at his face. She carefully recognized with the last consciousness she had, "Yes, it's Xiaotian! Little heaven, do you see...... Do you see your mother?"

Xu Jiangtian closed his eyes in pain: the old man was not an ordinary fool, but a hepatic coma caused by tumor liver metastasis, which was delirium. The presence of such symptoms is often a sign that the patient's life is coming to an end.

He calmed down a moment before his voice sounded less trembling: "Grandmother, she's not a mother, she's a little bit, the sister you asked me to find."