Dear Mr. Shi

The hospital is quiet, with only one patient on the VIP floor.

Shi Yuhan gently pushed open the door of the ward. There were two sheets in the large ward, but Shi Annuo was weary and huddled on the sofa beside her. She was covered with a blanket and looked very tired, as if she had just fallen asleep.

Han Qianqian sat on the side of the bed, clutching the patient's hand tightly on the bed.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, she turned her head subconsciously.

Seeing that it was when someone came to protect her from the cold, she immediately flattened her mouth and cried silently: "Brother."

Shi Yuhan stepped lightly and walked to the hospital bed, and he saw Hangeul who was sleeping on the hospital bed.

In less than a month, goodbye he was actually ashamed, slack and thin under his skin, his pale and thin wrist was pierced with a needle tube, and his green veins protruded, relying on the nutrient needle to maintain a weak breath of life.

What happened in the middle, and why is it so?

When Anno was not asleep, he slowly opened his eyes when he noticed someone coming in the room.

When I saw it, I had to stand up immediately: "Brother!"

Shi Yuhan put a hand on his shoulder, pressed him down and sat down again: "I haven't slept all night, you will continue to lie down for a while."

Shi Annuo shook his head, but couldn't sleep anymore.

He stood up and looked at Han Qianqian and said, "You have watched all night, so let's go back and sleep for a while. It would be nice to have my brother and me here."

Han Qianqian shook her head, then turned to stare at her father's Hangeul.

"Then I'm going to buy some breakfast, wait a while," Shi Annuo knew that it was useless to say anything, and could only compromise.

Shi Annuo's gentle footsteps drifted away, Shi Yuhan turned his eyes to Han Qianqian, as if asking her what was going on.

Han Qianqian bit her lip, but cried silently, looking at her father who didn't reflect on the bed.

She seemed to be brewing something, and she seemed to be straightening out the whole thing, and then told Shi Yuhan in a clear and organized manner.

After only a while, Shi Annuo came back, holding a glass of milk, a plate of sandwiches, and a bowl of hot porridge.

"I don't know what you want to eat. Zhongshi Xishi bought a copy. Take a look at what you want to eat." Shi Annuo said, putting breakfast on the bedside table aside.

Han Qianqian was tasteless and didn't want to eat anything, so she shook her head.

"If you don't eat, you are starving, who will take care of Dad," Shi Annuo said worriedly.

After thinking about it, Han Qianqian felt that this was reasonable, so she decided to eat a little casually.

Han Wen, who was lying in the hospital bed, woke up suddenly when he was picking up the milk.

"Dad," Han Qianqian yelled in surprise, put down the cup in her hand, leaned over the bedside and looked at her father with concern.

Hangeul's sluggish gaze moved slowly, and finally settled on Shi Yuhan.

At this moment, it seemed like a person who was in trouble, seeing a god, his eyes flashed, he seemed to want to say something to Shi Yuhan, his lips were trembling for a long time, but he only struggled to spit out ambiguous: "Uh uh uh ~ ~ uh uh Uh uh..."

Uh, after a while, he panted heavily, panting and crying fjtb came out, gurgling down his cheeks, soaking the pillow.

Immediately, Han Qianqian's tears also fell madly: "Dad, don't talk, don't talk anymore."

She wiped the eyes on Hangeul's cheeks carefully with a towel, and whispered softly as if coaxing a child: "Dad, the Emperor is here, he has already come, don't be anxious, you can say something slowly."