After the divorce from the scumbag his father, he had a puppy

After answering the phone, Zhang Muku sat for 2 minutes, then went to wash his face to calm down, then packed his things and went to ask for leave.

The director is very talkative, and the senior management also know Zhang Mu's identity, and they are very tolerant of his request for leave, and they don't even ask more questions.

Zhang Mu seldom asks for leave, and finally enjoys the privilege, but he is also full of bitterness and worry.

He left the company and was just about to call Xiao Jian, but Xiao Jian's call just happened to come.

When Zhang Mu connected, Xiao Jian asked with concern: "You asked for leave? Did something happen?"

His gentle tone instantly calmed Zhang Mu's anxiety.

"Yeah." Zhang Mu didn't need to pretend to be calm to him, and exposed all the panic and helplessness, "My mother just called and said that my dad found a tumor in his stomach, and he was just hospitalized, and he still has to wait. The biopsy confirmed whether it was benign or malignant. Brother Xiao, I’m so scared, what if my dad really finds out that it’s malignant? I just advised my mother to calm down and don’t think bad things, but I can’t control myself.”

Xiao Jian was shocked, and paused for a few seconds before asking worriedly: "Are you going back to your hometown? Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need, I'll go by myself, I really want you to accompany me." Zhang Mu said bitterly, "But my dad hasn't accepted me yet, and I'm afraid that I'll irritate him, which will be bad for his condition."

Xiao Jian didn't think much about it, and agreed: "Well, yes, mood is very important at this time, don't worry too much, pay more attention to your body, and wait for the pathological results to come out, it may not be what you think, you know ?"

He then comforted Zhang Mu a lot, giving Zhang Mu a shot in the arm, saying that the condition has not yet been confirmed, and there is still a high chance that it is benign. Besides, even if it is not benign, medicine is very advanced now, and the chance of a cure is very high. It's very high, so Zhang Mu doesn't have to worry too much. The most important thing now is to let his father maintain a good attitude and actively cooperate with the treatment.

After hearing this, Zhang Mu felt much more relaxed, and finally he was not as nervous and irritable as before.

"I booked a ticket for you. You wait at the airport. I'll ask Uncle Chen to pack your clothes and send them to you." Xiao Jian arranged it very securely, and then said, "Send me a message when you get off the plane. When something happens, or when the biopsy results come out, you must tell me immediately, and you can’t hide it from me. I will always be with you to face it together. If you need me, I will also come to you as quickly as possible. Those around you, you know?"

"Well, I see." Zhang Mu's uneasy heart gradually calmed down, and he said with emotion: "Thank you, Brother Xiao."

"You're welcome." Xiao Jian felt distressed: "I can't accompany you, you have to protect yourself, don't worry about Peipei, I will take good care of him."

Zhang Mu nodded and said hello, he felt relieved when he heard Xiao Jian's voice, and was a little reluctant to hang up the phone.

When we got to the airport, we reluctantly hung up.

When he arrived at the airport, he went to print the boarding pass first. After a short wait, the luggage was delivered, and then he went directly to the security check to prepare to board the plane.

The plane took more than two hours to fly, and this period was very torturous. Zhang Mu was seated by the window, and when he looked out of the window, he would always think of those past events in his mind from time to time.

More than two hours later, the plane landed, and the chill outside could be faintly felt.

Zhang Mu walked out of the cabin and stood on his homeland, full of nostalgia.

After leaving the airport, Zhang Mu took a taxi and went straight to the city hospital, and sent a message to his mother in the car, saying that he would arrive at the hospital soon.

Han Qin directly sent a voice message, saying eagerly that his father wanted to be discharged from the hospital, saying that he was dying, and asked Zhang Mu to come over quickly, but she couldn't stop him.

Zhang Mu was anxious after hearing this, and hurriedly asked the driver to hurry up. After hearing those words, the driver basically knew the situation when he saw that he was going to the hospital, so he quickly speeded up.

When he arrived at the hospital, Zhang Mu got out of the car and went straight to the inpatient department. When he found the ward, his father insisted on leaving, and he was at loggerheads with his mother. Other patients and nurses were trying to persuade him.

Zhang Mu saw that his parents' eyes were red.

"Dad, Mom." Zhang Mu shouted.

Han Qin was relieved to see Zhang Mu, and his wife had a stubborn temper, she really couldn't stop her.

Zhang Weiqian was very surprised when he saw Zhang Mu, he didn't expect the other party to appear suddenly, he then looked at Han Qin, and understood what was going on.

"Why are you still here?" Zhang Weiqian turned his head and snorted coldly, "I don't care about you."

His tone was cold and angry, but Zhang Mu could see that his father was trying to force himself, and he didn't ignore his father's surprise when he saw him.

Zhang Mu's heart softened suddenly, he was very sorry, he had been angry with his father, no one would give in, but he ignored the concern for each other.

"Dad, I'm your son, and it's only right to take care of you." Zhang Mu went to help his father, and said submissively, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, you must cooperate with the doctor well, it doesn't matter if you're sick, we just need to treat it well. "

Zhang Weiqian avoided Zhang Mulai's hand, "Did your mother tell you? I'm fine, you can go back wherever you should, I don't need you to pity me."

His father's temper is as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine.

Zhang Mu was impatient, angry and helpless: "I didn't pity you. Dad, I was wrong, it was my fault, don't worry about me, let's go back and cooperate with the doctor, okay?"

"Cooperate? Cooperate with what?" Zhang Weiqian said: "I know that stomach tumors are rarely benign, and there are even fewer benign tumors with obvious symptoms. In my case, it is basically stomach cancer. Don't try to lie to me." , since it is stomach cancer, why should I treat it, I would rather live a good life than lie in a hospital bed and wait to die."

Han Qin turned her back and wiped her tears as if she couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Mu's eyes were also red, and he looked at his father, holding back his sourness for a long while and said in an emphatic tone: "Dad, can you stop being so negative? How do you know something that hasn't been determined yet? What's more, it's vicious. So, now that medicine is advanced, we can cure it, what is more important than you living well? Even if it is for my mother, for me and my sister, you should cheer up and treat well, don’t give up, okay? "

Because of his excitement, his tone was very heavy, and he couldn't hide the worry and grief in his heart.

Zhang Weiqian obviously sensed his emotions, his throat was choked up, he couldn't speak for a while, and finally returned to the hospital bed obediently.

After that, Zhang Mu went to his father's attending doctor and inquired about his condition. He learned that the results of the biopsy would not come out until three days later, and he had to wait for the results before researching the treatment plan.

The most torturous thing is waiting for the result. Knowing that the chance of benign is very small, but still hopeful, Zhang Mu and his mother are praying all the time.

Zhang Weiqian was the most tormented. It felt like waiting for the death sentence. He was restless, depressed, and had no appetite.

Zhang Mu tried every means to make his father happy, and his mother tried every means to deliver delicious food, but these were of no avail. Everyone knew very well that no one could really be happy before the sharp knife hanging above the head fell to the ground. Take it easy.

Zhang Weiqian lives in a double ward. Next door is a patient diagnosed with gastric cancer. He is almost 70 years old and has white hair. The elder daughter who came to accompany him and take care of him is very considerate. , he always enlightened Zhang Weiqian.

"It's a good thing for children to have filial piety. Don't screw it up. Treat it well. You haven't been diagnosed yet. There is still hope. This person has a life. He deserves to live. No one can take your life away. If it weren't for me I don’t want to treat my children. But my great-granddaughter is only one year old, and I still want to watch her grow up and live one more day, so let’s live one more day.”

Zhang Mu saw his great-granddaughter. The old man often made videos with her. The little girl would say some simple sentences and always called "Grandpa". They were instantly refreshed.

Zhang Weiqian looked very envious. Others already had great-granddaughters. As for him, he didn't even know where his grandchildren were, let alone if he could have them.

Thinking of this, he saw that Zhang Mu's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

A good child, why did he learn badly?I don't like women, but I want to like men.

When the old man happily hung up the video, Zhang Weiqian thought about it, and couldn't hold back his envy and said: "You are much better than me. You have children and grandchildren around your knees, and you even have great-grandchildren. As for me, I don't even have a grandson, so I have no hope. .”

The old man asked, "Your son is not married yet?"

Zhang Weiqian said, "It's not over."

"That's because the fate has not arrived. Just wait until the fate arrives. Don't worry."

Zhang Weiqian snorted, "It's useless for me to be anxious. Who knows if fate will come. I don't think I can count on him. Fortunately, I gave birth to an extra daughter, and I can hug my grandchildren when the time comes."

When Zhang Mu came back from fetching a pot of boiling water, he just heard what his father said, and he couldn't hide the envy in his tone.

Standing outside the ward, he couldn't help hesitating. Judging by his father's appearance, he really wanted to hold a grandson. It just so happened that his father was depressed recently and he was not very active in cooperating with the treatment. Could it be... Can you take this opportunity to tell him What about Dad Peipei?

Zhang Mu thought and thought, and decided to hide some things and tell others.

He walked into the ward with boiling water and asked with a smile, "Dad, do you want a grandson?"

This is which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Zhang Weiqian immediately said in a bad mood: "Of course I want it, but do I think it will be useful?"

The tone was full of mourning and helplessness.

He might not be able to look forward to Zhang Mu's children in his life.

Zhang Mu put the kettle away, stood in front of the ward in a leisurely manner, nodded seriously: "Well, of course it works. I didn't tell you before, I have a three-year-old son, named Peipei and Zhang Min. Do you want to meet him?"

Zhang Weiqian was shocked, extremely surprised by what Zhang Mu said, suddenly raised his head to look at him, and didn't know what to say at that moment.

He...has a grandson too?

Shouldn't it be a dream?

Without even thinking about it, he directly pinched his arm severely.