Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Linjiang No.1 People's Hospital.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water filled the nasal cavity, and the beating sound of the electrocardiogram "tick-tock-tick" further highlighted the oppression of the air.

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

Turning off the flickering and vibrating screen of the mobile phone at hand, Zang Yue frowned upsetly.

How can he still be in the mood to participate in the competition now, the one lying in the operating room is 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 suffered from brain cancer and was taken to the hospital by neighbors, he couldn't help shaking his hand, which was still holding the mouse.

A good living person, not long ago, he was still calling to complain that he only cared about his e-sports dream every day and forgot to go home to see her more, how could he fall down?
He hurried to the hospital and learned from the doctor that his mother had less than half a year left. For the first time, Zang Yue felt unprecedented regret for his choice of career despite everything.

It was also at that time that Zang Yue went uncharacteristically and proposed to Quan Cheng to prepare a substitute for himself.

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

When the person on the bed woke up, she still had a weak and complaining smile:
"Bad boy, if I'm not sick, you don't know when you will come back to see me..."

Zang Yue's eyes were blurred by the swirling tears, trembling uncontrollably.

Since then, Zang Yue has taken half of his time every week to go to the hospital to accompany his mother.

Although she concealed her illness from her, even if she didn't listen to her physical condition, she knew that she was on the road to exhaustion.

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

It is only when listening to her gentle complaints occasionally that Zang Yue can feel that she is not without fear.

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

Zang Yue has never been an expressive person, looking at his mother on the hospital bed, he felt suffocated.

Obviously she is only in her 40s, and it won't be long before she has enough ability to support her.

Zang Yue did not give up hope, he changed his mother to the best ward, and invited Lin Jiang's most authoritative expert in cancer to treat her.

The team just made a temporary decision not to start in the group stage, giving Zang Yue enough time to maintain the balance of playing professionally while spending more time with his mother.

But just before the announcement of the pre-match final list, Zangyue received another call from the hospital at the base.

Thus, the present scene appeared.

If Zang Yue could choose again, he would give up his status as a professional player in exchange for his mother's health.

All of this is just 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 is my mother doing now?"

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

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

The doctor has already expressed his meaning very tactfully.

But now Zang Yue only heard the doctor say that there is no problem for the time being, and the heart hanging in his throat finally dropped slightly.

Regardless of the doctor's objection, Zang Yue rushed into the operating room.

The nurse is pushing the trundle bed, preparing to transfer the patient to the ward.

Seeing Zang Yue's appearance, they were all taken aback for a moment.

"This family member, when walking around, move less."

Probably because they are used to seeing such scenes, they did not drive them away, but exhorted them in a serious tone.

Zang Yue nodded and slowed down his pace.

On the hospital bed, my mother was wearing an assisted respirator and dripping on her hand.

The expression is serene, as if she is now out of the torment of illness.

When he arrived at the ward, Zang Yue moved gently and carried his mother across to the hospital bed.

After the nurse finished telling him what he needed to pay attention to, the ward finally became quiet again.

Zang Yue could feel the silence and coldness in this ward.

Before coming to this advanced ward, Zang Yue's mother insisted on staying in the general ward.

Zang Yue knew the reason in his heart, it was nothing more than feeling that the high-end ward was too expensive, and more importantly, as long as she turned around, it meant that she had to face the silent air alone when Zang Yue left.

Zang Yue also took this into consideration, 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 with her every day.

As long as he thinks that his mother has to face the torment of illness and endure endless loneliness alone, Zang Yue feels very uncomfortable.

Holding her slightly cold hands, Zang Yue closed his eyes in pain.

……

Mars hotel room.

Quan Cheng heard that the "temporarily no one is answering" that had been prompted on the phone had now changed to "the dialed number has been turned off", and he almost couldn't help jumping up.

"This Zang Yue, what the hell is he doing?"

Cang Yue's personality is relatively clear, so there must be some reason for not answering his phone so blatantly, and now turning off the phone completely.

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

"I think he has sat in this starting position for too long, and now he has nothing to fear!"

Quan Cheng gritted his teeth.

Mao Yu looked at Quan Cheng with a little excitement, and couldn't help but excuse Cang Yue:
"Senior Zang Yue may have encountered some trouble..."

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

Quan Cheng interrupted Maoyu mercilessly.

Mao Yu wanted to retort, but was stopped by Top beside him in time.

"Are you stupid? It's none of your business. You're going to hit the gun..."

Top winked at Maoyu in a low voice.

Maoyu looked worried, and said frankly:
"Senior Tibetan Koshi is not what the manager said, he is not that kind of person..."

Top helped his forehead helplessly.

"I really don't know whether to say you are too kind or too stupid. If Zang Yue really can't come, you will have a chance to show your talents in the final... If I were you, I would be happy before it's too late..."

Mao Yu blinked, obviously not thinking of these things Top said.

Can I appear on the final stage?
Mao Yu finally remembered that his identity was Mars' sniper substitute.

He is also a professional player who needs to prove his ability.