Pikachu Was Picked Up By Boss Yang And Shocked The Country!

Zhao He is six in his forties this year.

At the age of thirty, he was successful in starting a business.

At the age of thirty-eight, he married a beautiful wife who was more beautiful than himself Arnold.

The two are very much in love.

At the age of forty.

His wife gave birth to a baby girl for him.

Name it Xiaonuan!

The little girl is very cute.

Cheerful, smart, very sensible, lovable!

Zhao He can be regarded as a good old man.

So I love my little girl very much.

Hold it in your hand for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.

A bright jewel in the palm of your hand.

At first glance, Zhao He can be said to have a happy life!

However.

God made a huge joke on him that broke him.

Just two years ago.

The little girl was diagnosed with leukemia.

But God did not let him despair.

Xiaonannan is suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukemia in children.

It can be cured with a bone marrow transplant.

And his bone marrow is a perfect match for the little girl.

As long as the operation is successful.

The little girl can regain her health.

The little girl has a cheerful personality, and the disease has not affected her much. Under the care of her parents and doctors, she has maintained her body well.

The doctor said that the probability of success of the operation is very high.

However, on the day of surgery.

a car accident.

Let this already unfortunate family be even more unfortunate!

Zhao He's wife died on the spot.

The little girl was seriously injured and almost died from blood loss.

He even witnessed his mother die in front of his own eyes.

This blow.

It cast a thick shadow over the little girl's young mind.

From then on, the lively personality disappeared, became taciturn, and even suffered from autism.

The body is also getting worse day by day.

Such psychological and physical conditions obviously make bone marrow transplantation impossible.

It can only be delayed again and again, until now, the psychological and physical condition of the little girl still cannot meet the standards for bone marrow transplantation, and it is even getting worse.

...

Holding the Pokémon transportation box, Dr. Zhao He and Dr. Lin quickly came to the special nursing room on the top floor of the inpatient department.

Gently pushed the door open and looked inside.

I saw a little Stephanie with a pale face, about six years old, sitting alone on the bed with blank eyes, very quiet and lifeless.

The curtains were pulled tightly, no sunlight could penetrate, and it was gloomy and dull, which made the originally spacious convalescent room feel extremely depressing.

This little Stephanie is the little girl.

Looking at little Stephanie sitting lifeless on the bed alone.

Zhao He was originally in a slightly joyful mood because he snapped up the little Pichu, but it fell to the bottom in an instant, and he felt a heartache, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Zhao!"

Doctor Lin on the side, seeing this scene, pursed his lips, and didn't know what to say, so he could only yell softly.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine, let's go in!"

Zhao He came to his senses, quickly wiped away his tears, opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the little girl, she put on a warm smile, but this warm smile was mixed with bitterness that could not be concealed.

The little girl noticed that her father and the doctor were coming, but she didn't respond, and she didn't even turn her head to take a look.

"Little girl, daddy is coming!"

Zhao He walked into the recuperation room with the Pokémon transport box in his arms. He called out to the little girl softly, walked to the window, and slowly opened the closed curtains.

The sunlight suddenly shone in, instantly brightening up the gloomy and depressing room.

The warm sunlight shone on the little girl's lifeless face, which finally aroused a little reaction from the little girl.

The colorless pupils turned slightly.

He glanced at Zhao He standing in front of the window.

Then turn around again.

She glanced at Dr. Lin who was already standing in front of her bed.

Finally turned back to the original direction.

The expression on his face didn't change at all.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

Only then softly opened his mouth and shouted:

"Father, Aunt Lin!"

I heard the little girl's lifeless voice.

A trace of pain flashed across Zhao He's face.

Hastily raised his hand and wiped his face, only then did he wipe away the pain and put on a smile again.

He walked forward quickly, sat on the edge of the bed, took the upper body of the little girl into his arms, and at the same time put the Pokémon transport box in his hand on the bed, and said happily:

"Little girl, see what present Dad brought you?"

The little girl didn't respond, and after four or five seconds, she lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the red and white spherical box in front of her.

But after only looking at it for a second or two, he looked away again and said softly:

"Isn't Mom still coming to see the little girl?"

Hearing these words, Dr. Lin on the side couldn't help but burst into tears, and turned around to wipe it off.

As a woman, even as a doctor, she is used to seeing life and death parting, but she can't watch this scene calmly and listen to such an ordinary sentence.

Zhao He couldn't hold back anymore, his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, hot tears flowed unstoppably, dripping on the forehead of the little girl in his arms, rolling down from her bloodless cheeks.

Since the death of Xiaonannan's mother, every time Zhao He came to visit her, she would ask her this question.

But it was such a simple sentence, but Zhao He couldn't suppress the pain in his heart every time, and he collapsed directly.

A heart seems to be put into a frying pan Normal, frying it over and over again.

He could hardly hold on to this kind of life.

The little girl was leaning in her father's arms, her bloodless little face was still expressionless.

In a pair of originally beautiful eyes, the pupils seem to be blind and have no focal length.

Zhao He's violently heaving chest and rapid heartbeat did not arouse the slightest reaction from her.

Instead, he was studying the hot tears that dripped from Zhao He's face, hit her forehead, and then rolled down her cheeks.

Couldn't help sticking out my little tongue and licking it!

It is bitter, salty, and a little sour, but there is no sweetness.

The entire convalescent room was oppressed, and even the sunshine, which symbolized warmth and brightness, could not dispel it.

It wasn't until a lovely voice sounded that this style of painting was completely broken.

"Pichu~"

Zhao He stopped crying, Dr. Lin turned around again, the little girl was also attracted, and her pupils turned to the direction of the sound.

It came from the red and white spherical box in front of her.

...

Book reading fun on Friday! Recharge 100 and get 500 VIP coupons!

Immediate recharge (activity time: April 29th to May 3rd)