Wolves are reborn

One sound of grief and indignation, one sound more bitter than the sound.

Yang Jiancheng's grandfather, Liang Honglie, sat motionless on the chair, as if transformed into a statue.

Shen Xiuyuan turned his head unbearably, with grief in his heart and hazy eyes with tears.

A male doctor came out of the operating room where the operation was being performed, and issued a critical illness notice to the patient's family members with a serious face.

Zhang Yueling felt that the sky was falling apart, and she immediately cried out heart-piercingly.

"My grandson...give me back my grandson...give me back my grandson..."

Liang Honglie's lips trembled violently, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes silently.

Yang Siyuan grabbed Shen Xiuyuan's hand, pulled him to the corner of the corridor, lowered his voice next to his ear, and said anxiously: "Is there any more water? Bring it to Jiancheng quickly. If it's later, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"He should be in a severe coma now, unable to drink water."

Hearing the word "critically ill", Shen Xiuyuan panicked and lost his mind.

Yang Siyuan thought about it for a while, and said, "Why don't you try intravenous injection?"

"I haven't tried it."

Shen Xiuyuan would not dare to act rashly when the life safety of his beloved baby was involved.

Yang Siyuan sighed, and said helplessly: "It's all come to this point, no matter how bad it is, it won't be too bad, so let's take a risk and try."

Yang Siyuan told Liang Honglie that he could get a special drug, but he couldn't guarantee that it would be effective, and asked him if he would like to try it.

Liang Honglie replied without hesitation: "Can you still kill the sword? Use it!"

"The doctor has never seen this kind of medicine, and he will definitely ask you to sign a disclaimer with the hospital." Yang Siyuan reminded.

Liang Honglie was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Let's sign."

After Liang Honglie signed the waiver, Shen Xiuyuan, who had already put on surgical gowns, hats, masks, rubber gloves and other clothes, was led into the operating room by nurses.

Using a syringe, he successively injected 200ml of mountain spring water into the infusion bottle hanging upside down beside the operating table.

Then, he retreated to the corner of the operating room, silently watching Yang Jiancheng who had been disembowelled by the doctor.

If he hadn't taught Yang Jiancheng to understand, forgive, and tolerate, the little guy would definitely not come to the hospital to donate bone marrow, and he would not have been in a car accident.

Why is kindness to others only to cause disaster to oneself?

Could it be that reality is warning him that his beliefs all along are wrong?

Shen Xiuyuan was deeply trapped in the quagmire of self-blame, and his heart was at a loss.

61. Painful price

After the 6-hour operation was over, Yang Jiancheng was pushed out of the operating room and sent directly to the intensive care unit.

The chief surgeon took off the blood-stained rubber gloves, and with the help of the nurse, took off the blood-stained surgical gown, mask and cap, and let out a long sigh of relief while wiping off the sweat.

Because the patient was seriously injured, he was worried that the patient would die on the operating table.

After taking that unknown specific drug, the patient's internal bleeding symptoms were significantly relieved, and the condition was effectively relieved.

He was curious as to what kind of medicine it was.

Seeing that the person who injected the medicine into the infusion bottle just now was standing in the corner with his head bowed, he stepped forward and asked a question.

Shen Xiuyuan straightened his stiff neck, and asked mechanically, "Can he get out of danger?"

"I don't dare to make a conclusion yet, let's observe it for two days." The doctor said, "Your medicine is very effective. What kind of medicine is it? Where is it produced?"

"Our laboratory is developing it, but it has not yet entered the production line."

Shen Xiuyuan was perfunctory, and nodded to the doctor.

"Thank you for doing your best to save him."

"It should." The doctor smiled.

"Can I stay with him? He needs medicine every 6 hours." Shen Xiuyuan asked.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, remembering that the patient's family had signed the disclaimer, so he nodded in agreement.

Shen Xiuyuan stayed in the single-person intensive care unit with his clothes untied, injecting 6ml of mountain spring water into the infusion bottle every 200 hours.

He has no appetite to eat and only drinks mountain spring water.

He gently held Yang Jiancheng's pale, cold hand, and sat on the single sofa beside the hospital bed for two days and two nights.

In the evening, Shen Xiuyuan was leaning on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, when he suddenly felt something moving in the palm of his hand.

He quickly opened his eyes to look at Yang Jiancheng, and found that the other party wearing an oxygen mask was staring sideways at him with blank eyes.

Tears, with a swipe, gushed out like a spring.

Yang Jiancheng stared blankly at Shen Xiuyuan who was crying silently, knowing that he must be seriously injured.

He didn't have the strength to comfort his sweetheart with words, he just weakly groped for the other's trembling hand and interlocked his fingers with it.

Shen Xiuyuan clenched that weak hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it frequently.

He wants to thank God, thank the spring water, thank the air, thank everything...

Yang Jiancheng felt the wet kiss with tears, and a faint smile appeared in his dark eyes.

He would be happier if he kissed not the back of his hand but his lips.

Shen Xiuyuan called Yang Siyuan and Liang Honglie and told them that Yang Jiancheng had woken up.

He asked them to conceal Liang Zhiruo's death for the time being, so as not to make Yang Jiancheng's condition worse.

The three old people agreed unanimously and expressed their full cooperation.

With the nourishment of mountain spring water day and night and the care of relatives, Yang Jiancheng recovered quickly.

Hearing that his mother was recovering, he asked many times to visit him in the ward, but was dissuaded by his relatives for various reasons.

He had no choice but to eat and drink more, work hard to recover, and strive to recover and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, and then go to his mother's bedside to perform his filial piety.

One day, Yang Jiancheng had just walked out of the ward with the help of his grandmother Zhang Yueling, leaning on crutches, when a scrawny woman with disheveled hair rushed forward and knelt down on the ground.

"Jiancheng, I know that your mother died, and you are very sad. But, the person your mother loves the most is my husband. If she is alive in heaven, she will not bear to see my Yuhan die of illness. Please, Hurry up and donate the bone marrow to him, he's dying! He can't hold it anymore!"

Thunderbolts fly in the blue sky, and Venus appears in front of my eyes.

Yang Jiancheng stood dumbfounded for a long time before digesting the sudden bad news.

When he came back to his senses, he found that grandma was pulling the woman's hair, crying, cursing and beating her.

"You loser...I'll kill you...why don't you die...you all deserve to die...go to die..."

Yang Jiancheng hurriedly ordered the helpless bodyguards to pull the two of them away, his chest hurt as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows.

He limped back to the ward, shut the door of his grandmother's grief-stricken and angry cursing, bit his lips tightly, and wept like rain.

He should have thought of it earlier.

The impact came from where Liang Zhiruo was. He was so injured, how could his mother survive?

Mother……

Shen Xiuyuan rushed to the hospital after get off work, and his heart sank when he learned about the accident during the day from the subordinate in charge of guarding.

This couple, what a disaster!

If they hadn't suddenly broken into Jiancheng's peaceful life, how could so many things have happened!

Shen Xiuyuan pushed the door lightly and entered the single ward, seeing Yang Jiancheng lying motionless on the bed, his whole body was covered with heavy sadness, his heart ached.

He washed his hands and face, took off his clothes and went to bed, carefully avoided Yang Jiancheng's injured left leg, and hugged Yang Jiancheng from behind.

"I'm sorry, I kept it from you for so long. We're afraid that if you can't accept it, your condition will worsen. Your grandma and grandpa are old and can't bear the blow anymore. For the sake of the two elders, you have to persevere!"

Yang Jiancheng held Shen Xiuyuan's hand and said hoarsely, "I don't blame you. I just... miss... her..."

"Seeing you lying on the operating table, I suddenly began to doubt myself." Shen Xiuyuan said in a low tone, "Maybe, living a more selfish and willful life will be more comfortable and longer. It is said that good people don't live long, I think , maybe it makes sense. In order for you to live a long life, I will not persuade you to be a good person in the future. Don’t donate the bone marrow, let him die. Your mother has passed away because of her, he should buried for her."

Yang Jiancheng laughed, his tearful eyes shone with happiness.

He slowly turned over, avoiding his injured leg and lying in Shen Xiuyuan's arms, and said softly: "If my mother hears what you say, she will definitely scold you. You don't know, she was so sad when she went to pick me up from school that day. Happy. She is a fool who is dazzled by love. No matter how that man treats him, she wholeheartedly hopes for his well-being. In order for her to rest in heaven, I must donate the bone marrow."

Shen Xiuyuan reached out and gently hugged Yang Jiancheng's back, and comforted him: "Your mother will definitely become an angel, watching and protecting you in heaven."

Yang Jiancheng was originally a materialist, but, in order to keep himself in mind, he was willing to believe that there was a heaven above his head, and that his mother had become a holy angel.

Yang Jiancheng endured the severe pain of the operation without anesthesia and allowed the doctor to collect bone marrow.

He firmly grasped Shen Xiuyuan's hand, bit the towel in his mouth like an enemy, and kept saying in his heart: "Mom, I did this all for you!"

Shen Xiuyuan looked at Yang Jiancheng, whose face was distorted and sweating profusely, with distress, and thought to himself: "If the old couple of the Liang family sees their precious grandson suffering like this, they will definitely hate the couple of the Yang family even more. Maybe Zhang Yueling will still hold him Get Huang Mengqi to beat her up again. Sigh... Liang Zhiruo, you are really an unfilial daughter and an incompetent mother!"

Yang Jiancheng recovered and was discharged from the hospital. He learned the shocking news from his grandfather Liang Honglie that the car accident was not an accident, but a deliberate murder, and Yang Guangyao was the one who bought the murderer.

He gritted his teeth with hatred and strongly demanded that Yang Guangyao be sentenced to death.

Liang Honglie shook his head, lovingly stroking his precious grandson who looked like a kitten with fried fur.

"Grandson, grandpa is getting old,