I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

The corridors of the hospital seemed endless. The sound of shoe soles hitting the floor was prolonged and amplified. Under the bright daytime incandescent light, the red light of emergency pierced into Chun Leshui's eyes like a knife.

Everyone is outside the door, including Song Hanzhang.

He sat on the bench by the door, with his elbows on his knees, looked down at the floor, and didn't respond to Chun Leshui's arrival.

Chun Leshui glanced at him hastily, and asked Uncle Xu, "What's the situation with Grandpa?"

Uncle Xu's face was heavy, and he was comforting Aunt Xu who was weeping silently. If the emergency lights were not on, the dignified atmosphere would have made one's heart tremble.

Chun Leshui was standing against the wall, his mind was in a mess.

The sky outside the window darkened little by little, and the time was ticking,? But there was no movement at the door of the operating room.

Chun Leshui sometimes stood and sometimes sat, and occasionally walked up and down the corridor anxiously, including Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, who changed their movements several times and looked at the operating room frequently, but Song Hanzhang did not change his posture from beginning to end, like A silent statue is welded to the row of chairs.

Even Uncle Xu couldn't stand his appearance, and held his hand to comfort him: "Hanzhang, the old man will be fine, you..."

boom--

Before Uncle Xu finished speaking, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open by the doctors and nurses. Song Hanzhang raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot and dripping red.

Everyone stood up. Song Shiqing on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly, his face was covered with an oxygen mask, and the doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed him past them without stopping at all, and directly pushed him into the heart surgery room. ICU.

The ICU admits all critically ill patients in various critical situations. In order to prevent cross-infection, family members of patients are not allowed to visit.

Even if this hospital belongs to the Song family, even if it is Song Shiqing on the hospital bed or Song Hanzhang standing outside the ward is the owner of the Song family, there is no exception in this case, the four of them were stopped outside the door, and the doctors and nurses The staff closed the door very simply.

"Although he was rescued, the old man is not out of danger." Dr. Chen paused, and said seriously, "...Xu Qing, young master...you have to be prepared."

Aunt Xu was startled and took half a step back in a panic.

"Aunt Xu!" Chun Leshui quickly supported her.

Aunt Xu didn't speak, but her whole body was shaking.

Song Hanzhang didn't say a word the whole time, standing by the door like a wall, trying to look in through the narrow glass on the door, and look at the grandfather on the bed.

But he couldn't see anything, and the curtain behind the door was brutally closed by the doctors and nurses the moment the door was closed.

This corridor seems to be isolated from the outside world, neither the sound outside nor the sound inside the room can be heard. Only Chun Leshui is constantly comforting Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, making the atmosphere less suffocating.

"As long as grandpa can survive 24 hours, he will be fine," Chun Leshui said, "Grandpa must be fine."

[Grandpa can't be in trouble. 】

【He still wants to visit me in the hospital. 】

Chun Leshui's tone was so firm that he seemed to be able to predict the future, but Song Hanzhang didn't respond to it at all.

But under his comfort, Aunt Xu calmed down a bit: "Yes, don't look back, the old man woke up and we fell ill instead. We haven't eaten for a long time. I'll go back and make some delicious food for you."

In fact, eating in the hospital cafeteria is very convenient, but everyone knows that she just wants to do something to stop her from thinking about it. Although she has no appetite, no one stops her.

It didn't take long for her to come back with the thermos: "Just make something, let's put it on a pad first."

Aunt Xu stuffed the bowls and chopsticks into the hands of Chun Leshui and Xu Qing, and handed them to Song Hanzhang who was standing by the door: "Young master, can you have something?"

The night outside the window was as thick as ink that could not be melted. It had been more than ten hours since he received the news, and Song Hanzhang hadn't said a word the whole time, let alone a drop of water.

He glanced at Aunt Xu, but didn't move.

Aunt Xu knew she couldn't persuade him, so she sat back with tears in her eyes, and none of the three people holding the chopsticks moved.

No one can afford this situation.

In the end, it was Chun Leshui who moved the chopsticks first, and he stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth: "I've been hungry for a long time."

"Aunt Xu, Uncle Xu, eat something too." While chewing, he put vegetables into their bowls, looking so relaxed that Song Shiqing had already heard that he had been transferred from the ICU during the critical period, "I can take care of grandpa when I'm full. Didn’t grandpa’s body look great before the operation, he’s definitely fine.”

The most taboo thing now is to let everyone fall into negative emotions. Aunt Xu nodded quickly when she heard this: "Yes, yes, Le Shui is right."

In order to coax Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, Chun Le Shui endured nausea and ate twice the usual amount.

He put down the bowl and looked at Song Hanzhang's back.

He felt that he should be considerate of Song Hanzhang, but he couldn't help but get angry.

[When will Song Hanzhang grow up? 】

Song Hanzhang turned to look at him.

Chun Leshui grabbed his wrist: "Come with me."

Song Hanzhang let him drag him and was dragged into the fire exit.

[You look like the sky is falling, what do you want Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu to do? 】

[Grandpa is in this situation, as the sole heir of the Song family, you should become the elders' reliance! 】

[When will you grow up, Song Hanzhang, don't say grandpa is fine, even if grandpa is really, are you still waiting for Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu to comfort you? ! 】

Chun Leshui originally wanted to say this, but Song Hanzhang's extremely negative emotions had seriously affected Aunt Xu, Uncle Xu, and even Chun Leshui himself.

He understands that Song Hanzhang is nervous and worried, but is Song Hanzhang the only one who is afraid of the four people present?

He doesn't eat or drink like this and doesn't say a word. Uncle Xu and the others worry about him besides grandpa. Isn't this adding a psychological burden to the elders?

But when he saw Song Hanzhang's red eyes, Chun Leshui's words of reproach were blocked in his throat.

The central air conditioner was empty in the hospital, but Song Hanzhang's hands were like ice cubes, and even trembling slightly.

This is the expression of fear to the extreme but trying to endure.

Song Hanzhang was afraid of losing his grandfather, afraid that his grandfather would lie on the hospital bed like his mother and would never be able to open his eyes, and was afraid of being left alone.

He was so embarrassed that he could only grit his teeth and endure all the fears clamoring to destroy him, he was silent and said nothing but he was already on the verge of collapse.

Chun Leshui sighed.

【never mind. 】

[I know grandpa will be fine, but he doesn't know. 】

He pushed Song Hanzhang down on the edge of the steps and sat down: "You rest here, and I'll bring you food. Grandpa will be in the ICU for 24 hours, and he may not be able to be transferred out of the ICU immediately after he is transferred. He won't come out." Have you been skipping meals?"

Song Hanzhang stared at him blankly.

The moment Chun Leshui turned around and caught him, most of the time he was the one who looked down on Chun Leshui, and when it was Chun Leshui's turn to stand and look down on him, Chun Leshui felt that he looked a little pitiful at the moment.

Song Hanzhang tugged at the corner of his clothes, he really wanted to ask Chun Leshui: You are so sure that grandpa is fine, is it true?

But his throat seemed to be sealed with wax, and he opened his mouth without making any sound.

In the end he let go of Chun Leshui.

He even got up from the ground, and there were chaotic footsteps outside the escape door and the voice of the doctor directing the first aid, which was mixed with Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu's crying "Old man."

The two hurriedly pushed the door out, Song Hanzhang followed after a few steps and suddenly found that there was no one around Chun Leshui.

He turned around in astonishment, only to find that Chun Leshui had stopped at some point, standing far away with one hand propped against the wall, his face as white as paper.

It seemed that he could fall down with just a push, which made him a little flustered, and he couldn't help but think of Chun Leshui's face after falling into the water.

Song Hanzhang subconsciously thought about it, just as he raised his feet, Sailor Chunle waved to him with his back facing away, telling him to follow quickly.

At that moment, Song Hanzhang felt that his ears were so quiet that he could even hear the sound of air flowing. Behind him was the "Old Man" who moved the air in slow motion, and in front of him was Chun Leshui's silently moving lips telling him to "go quickly."

He seemed to be standing at a crossroads, and whoever he chose would lose the other.

The next moment, all the voices became clear, and he turned around and ran after the grandfather on the hospital bed.

The three of them chased all the way to the emergency room, the heavy door closed instantly, and the red light on the wall came on again.

Song Hanzhang leaned his head against the wall, staring at the dazzling incandescent lamp above his head, he thought to himself, when Chun Leshui came down, he must ask about his physical condition.

After they walked away, Chun Leshui endured the dizziness and went into the bathroom, locked the compartment door with shaking hands, couldn't help it anymore, spit out all the food that was forced into it not long ago, and spit it into the back mouth It's all rust.

About half an hour later, he returned to the rescue room.

The moment he heard footsteps, Song Hanzhang turned his head and looked over.

The small half of Chun Leshui's face was hidden in the collar of the sweater, only a pair of slightly red and wet eyes were exposed, with clusters of upper and lower eyelashes, as if she had cried.

Song Hanzhang stared at him for a long time before opening his mouth, his voice seemed to be slashed with a knife, and he said hoarsely, "What did you do just now?"

After disappearing for so long, and Song Hanzhang saw that he was sick, Chun Leshui really couldn't find an excuse: "Go and vomit."

He glanced at Aunt Xu, and raised his hand to sweep at Song Hanzhang: "Don't tell Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, I'm a little anemic due to too much pressure about the dance drama, and I couldn't help but vomited all the mouthfuls I ate just now."

Song Hanzhang tried to hear something from his heart, but there was nothing.

"Just anemia?" he asked.

Chun Leshui nodded: "En."

[It's just anemia. 】

If he wants to deceive everyone, he must first deceive himself. Chun Leshui has rehearsed this perfect set of reasons countless times in his heart, and he almost believes it himself.

The short conversation ended here, no one spoke again, and everyone's eyes stopped on the closed door of the operating room.

In less than an hour, the operating light went out, and everyone stood up involuntarily, waiting with bated breath for Song Shiqing's bed to come out of it.

And when the door slowly opened, only Dr. Chen, who had not taken off his surgical gown and was covered in blood, appeared in everyone's sight.

From Song Shiqing being sent to the emergency room for rescue due to sudden complications, to being sent to the intensive care unit for monitoring, and then to being rescued again due to cardiac arrest, the whole process did not exceed [-] hours.

During this process, Song Hanzhang only met Song Shiqing twice on the way from the emergency room to the ICU.

And while the old man was still in a coma the whole time, he didn't open his eyes to look at Song Hanzhang, didn't reach out to touch him, and didn't call Song Hanzhang's name, or call him a brat.

It seems that when an important person leaves, even God will feel sad for you. It rained all night on the first night of the old man's funeral, and it didn't stop until the next day.

The spring rain is pattering, the air is full of mist, and the originally warm weather has also fallen, which is colder than the real winter.

Chun Leshui also didn't sleep all night. He stood by the window and watched the rain all night, and also watched Song Hanzhang loosen the soil for grandpa's flowers all night in the yard.

He had never done this before, at least Chun Leshui hadn't seen it.

Everyone thought that Song Hanzhang was the one who collapsed first. After all, he had been in an infinitely tense state since the first aid, but apart from his flustered and fearful appearance at that time, after his grandfather really left, he was uncharacteristically calmly.

He was the one who lifted Aunt Xu who was almost fainting from crying, and sent Uncle Xu home.

He was also the one who handled Song Shiqing's body.

No one knows how he helped Song Shiqing scrub his body, what kind of mood he put on a set of clean and tidy clothes, and then sent him to the funeral parlor, and what kind of mood he used to put Song Shiqing's ashes in it. The jar was brought back.

Chun Leshui only remembered his calm and scarlet eyes, but Song Hanzhang didn't shed a single tear during the whole process.

Probably, when a person is in pain to a certain extent, the body will start a self-protection mechanism, and the pain will stop.

Because no one will pick him up from the ground, no one will caress him when he has insomnia and nightmares, no one will wipe the tears from his face, and no one will tell him that I will always be here behind you.

Song Hanzhang was drenched all over, but he didn't seem to notice it. After putting away the small nail rake with mud, he raised his head and looked upstairs.

He knew that Chun Leshui had been standing by the window, just as Chun Leshui knew that he hadn't slept all night.

It has been a few days since grandpa passed away, and they have not spoken to each other. Song Hanzhang is busy dealing with the funeral, and Chun Leshui, after being stunned by Song Shiqing's death for a day, quickly adjusts his mood and returns to the theater.

Of course he is also sad, but he has no time to indulge himself to be sad now.

Chun Leshui changed into black clothes and trousers, opened the door, and met Song Hanzhang who was also dressed in black.

When people attend funerals, they always choose black. In addition to expressing condolences to the deceased, they also seem to wear the sad mood on their bodies.

Song Hanzhang should have taken a shower, or simply dried his rain-drenched hair.

Uncle Xu also quickly adjusted his mood after Song Shiqing left. The only one who did not get out of it was Aunt Xu. She often shed tears when she was halfway through cooking, and she often cried because of the suddenly vacant seat at the table. Even when she came out of the room at this time, there were obviously tears on her face.

The old man has lived in this not particularly luxurious villa for decades, and there are traces of his existence in every part of the house.

The four of them stood in the living room relatively speechless, and in the end Uncle Xu said let's go first.

Everyone walked out, and Song Hanzhang was the last one. He didn't move, staring at the family portrait that had just been hung on the wall.

When Chun Leshui turned his head, he happened to turn around, and the two looked at each other without speaking.

One after another black cars drove into the cemetery, a black umbrella was propped up in the air, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, dripping along the umbrella beads and blasting into the gaps in the floor tiles.

The people under the umbrella are all black except for their exposed faces and hands.

There are only three colors in the entire cemetery, the emerald green of the trees that welcome the spring, the dull gray of the tombstone representing death and the low sky, and the silent color worn by the living to mourn the dead. black.

Then these colors converged into the white that has no future in front of the grandfather's tombstone.

Bunches of white chrysanthemums were wet by the rain, shaking tremblingly.

Everyone who came to express their condolences would say condolences to Song Hanzhang, and then quietly discuss a few sentences when they left, saying that Song Hanzhang didn't seem very sad, and why he didn't even shed a tear during the whole process.

Jian Wen didn't know what to say, so she could only pat Song Hanzhang on the arm.

Song Hanzhang turned around to comfort him and said don't worry.

After sending away all the people who came to the funeral, Song Hanzhang finally calmed down. He asked Uncle Xu and the others to go back first. He wanted to accompany his grandfather.

It was still raining, and the water was soaked like a lawn, and it was a little soft to step on.

Chun Leshui thought that he had accepted the fact that his grandfather passed away, but when the living person turned into a cold tombstone, he felt heartache belatedly.

He didn't understand, obviously in Jiang Shou's memory, his grandfather had visited him before his death.

Why didn't he survive the dangerous period after surgery.

Chun Leshui stopped on the lawn and did not move forward.

The fine water smudged the air into a layer of mist, outlining a hazy figure.

Right in front of Chun Leshui's line of sight, there was someone squatting in front of Grandpa's tombstone, it was Song Hanzhang.

Song Hanzhang held an umbrella, but he didn't cover himself, but was above the tombstone.

He didn't talk to his grandfather either, just kept silent, squatting on one knee, pulling his sleeves to wipe the water stains on the stele.

Chun Leshui watched it silently for a moment, then stepped forward slowly.

The rain above his head suddenly disappeared, Song Hanzhang raised his head in a daze, and then turned his gaze to Chun Leshui along the umbrella top that suddenly appeared.

Chun Leshui knelt down beside him and put the umbrella between them.

Like Song Hanzhang, he wiped the rain on the monument with his sleeve.

There was silence all around, only the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.

Song Hanzhang stared at Chun Leshui for a moment, and turned his eyes away when he met Shangchun Leshui's reddish eye sockets.

Chun Leshui's fingertips turned red from the cold, he stopped and stroked the surface of the stele.

[It's so cold. 】

Song Hanzhang choked for breath, and even paused his hands.

After that, there was no sound from Chun Leshui, neither inside nor outside.

It wasn't until the tombstone was completely wiped dry that Song Hanzhang left his umbrella and was about to tell Chun Leshui to leave, only to find that Chun Leshui hadn't made a sound for so long because he was busy crying.

It was just crying silently, nothing but the tears constantly rolling out of the eyes.

In the past, when he was wronged by Song Hanzhang, his eyes would always be red first, and the tears would not fall out of his eyes, with a look of forbearance.

It was the same in front of grandpa, and when Song Shiqing asked, he seemed to be unable to hold back, and said yes while crying.

Half of those tears were fake.

But at this time his tears were really sad.

During this time, Chun Leshui seems to be particularly fond of all kinds of high-necked sweaters, which not only keep warm, but also make his face extraordinarily small.

And today's black sweater also made his skin extra white, so white that it looked like a fragile item.

Probably because Song Hanzhang stared at him for too long, Chun Leshui casually wiped away the tears on his face: "Song Hanzhang, if you are sad, you can cry too."

Song Hanzhang took the umbrella from his hand without saying a word and stood up, reaching out to pull him.

Chun Leshui squatted for too long, and told him very carefully: "Slow down."

Song Hanzhang had a questioning look in his eyes.

Chun Leshui explained: "You know, I'm a little anemic now."

He put his hand into Song Hanzhang's palm, and the sleeves of both of them were soaked. The moment their cold fingertips touched each other, Song Hanzhang was reminded of the night when he fell into the water.

According to his words, he slowed down and pulled Chun Leshui up.

The two of them shared an umbrella and got into the car. Chun Leshui leaned tiredly on the back of the chair and took a nap with his eyes closed.

He was drowsy, and was suddenly awakened by Song Hanzhang. Chun Leshui thought he had arrived, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still on the road. He looked at Song Hanzhang, who only said three words to him.

"do not sleep."

Chun Leshui: "?"

He ignored him, and just closed his eyes when he heard Song Hanzhang calling him: "Chun Leshui."

There was a little panic in the voice that others could hardly detect.

Chun Leshui really wanted to scold him, but he was holding back, because he was not in the mood at the moment, and he had no energy.

He opened his eyelids, Song Hanzhang still said the same three words: "Don't sleep."

"Why?" Chun Leshui asked, if he was not allowed to sleep, there must be a reason for him, right?

But Song Hanzhang didn't say anything, and turned his face out of the window. Before he knew it, Song Hanzhang had been watching him through the reflection on the car window. Once Chun Leshui closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, he felt flustered.

It seems to be back to the night when I fell into the water, and it seems to be back to the day in the hospital.

He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

After returning home, Uncle Xu told Assistant Song Hanzhang to report to him in the study. Song Hanzhang handed the coat to Uncle Xu, and Xu Qing pinched his sleeve: "Why is it wet?"

Looking at the half of Chun Leshui's sleeves, it is also dark in color: "How did you do it?"

While asking, he asked Aunt Xu to make some ginger soup, and wanted to push Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui into the bathroom to take a bath.

"It's okay." Song Hanzhang went straight into the study, "Take care of the work first."

And Chun Leshui also stopped after taking two steps. He looked at the closed study door, and then at Song Shiqing, who was smiling kindly on the family portrait on the eye wall, and stood on the steps and asked Xu Qing: "Uncle Xu, Song Hanzhang is Isn't something wrong?"

Uncle Xu sighed for a long time, followed Chun Leshui into the room.

"Le Shui, tell me the truth, did you and the young master agree to divorce when the old man recovers?"

Chun Leshui was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"Actually, the old man guessed it based on your situation."

"Grandpa, he..."

"Leshui." Uncle Xu said suddenly, "It may be a bit too much to say, but can you not divorce Hanzhang for the time being?"

Chun Leshui didn't quite understand.

Uncle Xu said: "You don't seem to know that Nanfeng...is the young master and his mother, how did he die..."

Song Nanfeng and Sun Minghong met at the university. Song Nanfeng fell in love with Sun Minghong, who was the president of the student council at the time. Although Sun Minghong always felt that he was born in an ordinary way and was not worthy of Song Nanfeng, who had a golden spoon in his mouth, Song Nanfeng still caught up with him with his indomitable courage and straightforwardness. Sun Minghong.

Song Shiqing disagreed when the two proposed marriage. He also climbed up from the bottom step by step. Naturally, he would not look down on Sun Minghong's family background. On the contrary, he also recognized Sun Minghong's excellence.

But Song Shiqing didn't want to marry his daughter to him, just because they were both men, how could he fail to see how much Sun Minghong's love for Song Nanfeng was true or not, but Song Nanfeng was determined to marry Sun Minghong.After marriage, the two were very affectionate and lived a very happy life. At one time, Song Shiqing thought that he had misjudged him. Especially after Song Hanzhang was born, Sun Minghong had gradually gained Song Shiqing's trust and entrusted him with many things in the company. take care of.

Sun Minghong, who climbed up to this position step by step to cater to Song Nanfeng, is not satisfied with just being an executive in the Song Corporation, he also wants to have the entire Song Corporation in his pocket.

He began to gradually grasp the right to speak at home. After Song Nanfeng gave birth to a child, he didn't want to be a full-time wife at home and wanted to go out to work. Sun Minghong would embarrass himself by doing this. He used sweet words to package his true intentions and let Song Nanfeng stay at home.

In the first step, he made Song Nanfeng lose his social value and could only rely on him.

Song Nanfeng didn't know how to take care of children, so he wanted to find a confinement wife. Sun Minghong showed her a lot of news about confinement sisters abusing children, expressing that he didn't trust others and acted like a baby.

In the second step, he gradually cut off Song Nanfeng's social circle.

Song Nanfeng was Song Shiqing's only daughter. She grew up in an ivory tower and was extremely well protected by Song Shiqing and Xu Qing. But it was because she was so well protected that she easily fell into Sun Minghong's trap.

In order not to hurt Sun Minghong's self-esteem, Sun Minghong said that Song Nanfeng would do what ordinary couples live.

It wasn't until she became friends with Jian's mother that she realized the abnormality in their relationship under Jian's mother's guidance. Song Nanfeng gradually pulled herself out of the swamp Sun Minghong made for her, and she even I haven't filed for divorce yet, I just said that I want to separate first and calm down.

Sun Minghong, who was afraid that all the hard work he had worked on for many years would be defeated, hurt Song Nanfeng by mistake after all kinds of lobbying to no avail.

And all this happened to be seen by Song Hanzhang who came home from school.

Sun Minghong, who had already been cornered, did not expect to be bumped into this scene by his son. He originally planned to pretend to be a burglary accident. At that moment, there was one more person who died because of "robbed" in his mind.

So Song Hanzhang saw with his own eyes that Sun Minghong pulled the knife out of his mother's belly, hid it behind him, and called him over covered in blood.

If Song Shiqing hadn't just finished work early that day and wanted to stop by to see his daughter and grandson, Song Hanzhang might not have survived today.

Chun Leshui was speechless for a long time after listening.

He just wanted to ask the author how much hatred he wanted to set such a childhood shadow on Song Hanzhang.

But it was also Song Shiqing who put down work and stayed with Song Hanzhang for two full years before he gradually emerged from the shadows. Song Shiqing can be said to be Song Hanzhang's spiritual pillar for a long time.

Now that the spiritual support is gone, although Song Hanzhang doesn't seem to have much reaction, it is precisely this that makes Xu Qing even more worried.

When Song Nanfeng left, he had a high fever for several nights, and every night was a nightmare, all thanks to Song Shiqing who opened his mouth and fed him medicine, taking care of him day and night.

But when Song Shiqing left, he was so calm that even Chun Leshui felt a little weird.

"Nanfeng and the old man died on the hospital bed..." Xu Qing said with some difficulty, obviously he didn't want to face this memory, "I just think, whether it's me or Xu Min, It's better for you, even if there is one person who can accompany him more..."

"But Uncle Xu..." In fact, it doesn't matter to Chun Leshui whether he can get divorced or not now, but at least he can no longer stay in the old house, otherwise, given his current frequent illnesses, he will one day be killed by someone in his family. I bumped into each other.

He has to move out.

But looking at Xu Qing's pleading eyes, Chun Leshui couldn't say anything to refuse: "Can you let me think about it?"

"I know I made things difficult for you. The old man will definitely scold me if he knows." Xu Qing blushed and patted his hands, "Then you go take a shower, and I'll go down first."

Chun Leshui sent him to the door, but he had no intention of taking a bath.

He leaned against the door and sat on the floor.

Things have developed to this point, except for leukemia, all other content is out of the original plot.

[Which step went wrong that led to all this today? 】

[Song Hanzhang and Jiang Ming are the protagonists, and they met each other, but there is no trace of love. 】

[Grandpa, who was supposed to live healthy, also passed away due to surgical complications. 】

[If there is no operation, will he be able to live forever? 】

Song Hanzhang paused in front of the door, staring straight at the pattern on the door.

The door of Chun Leshui's room behind him was closed tightly, but the voices were still clear.

[I remember that it was summer when Jian Shou was admitted to the hospital. At that time, my grandfather had not undergone any surgery, and Song Hanzhang didn't even know about his condition...]

[So if we push forward, it means that after Song Hanzhang knew about his illness, every action he made was affecting the final result. 】

[Including my mission, from...]

Chun Leshui pushed back bit by bit, and finally let him find the problem.

[Since Song Hanzhang wanted to divorce me through Lin Xi, my mission has failed. 】

[Because in the original plot, Song Hanzhang would abuse me until he met Jiang Ming and fell in love with him, and then he would have the idea of ​​divorce for me, and at that time, I was almost—]

Just as Chun Leshui was thinking, there was a loud slamming sound outside the door, which made him tremble.

After Song Hanzhang entered the room, he swept everything on the table to the ground, staring at the table with red eyes, and what Chun Leshui said just now kept appearing in his mind.

It turns out that this world is just a book, and he is a character in the book. Chun Leshui knows all the plots.

That's why Song Hanzhang was able to keep hearing from his heart that his grandfather would be fine when his grandfather was critically ill? !

So he tried so hard to match Song Hanzhang and Jiang Ming because they were the so-called protagonists? !

That's why he tried his best to save himself from the lake, because if he died, Chun Leshui's mission would not be complete? !

Song Hanzhang gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes blurred for a while.

Then he punched and punched the table, and the solid wood desk remained unchanged except for the gradually deepening blood stains.

Therefore, grandpa could have been alive.

It was to make him feel at ease, and it was only under his persuasion that my grandfather agreed to the operation.

So, it was his grandfather who killed him.

Everyone thought that Song Hanzhang accepted Song Shiqing's departure calmly, but the fact is that he had to accept it. When Song Shiqing's safe haven disappeared, Song Hanzhang was not the only one exposed to the strong wind.

Including Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, including Chun Leshui, and even the entire Song family, Song Hanzhang needs to take responsibility.

As Chun Leshui said, he is the head of the family now, he can hide in his arms when grandpa is around, and he has to grow up when grandpa is gone.

So he forced himself to calm down, forced himself to face the fact of Song Shiqing's death, and forced himself to become an indestructible safe haven.

But in fact, Song Hanzhang has already started to suffer from insomnia all night. As long as he closes his eyes, he will think of the corridor from the ICU to the emergency room and Song Shiqing with his eyes closed on the bed, or his mother who is also lying on the hospital bed and can no longer raise her hands. .

Even when he saw Chun Leshui with a pale face, he would feel his heart stop.

At first he couldn't sleep, so he just sat in the living room and stared at the group photo on the wall all night. Later, he found that this was not enough. He needed to find something to clear his mind, so he went to dig the flower garden, or paralyzed himself with work.

But people's ability to bear is limited. His body has long been overloaded, and he hasn't collapsed yet because he is holding on to hold his breath.

In the end, it often only needs a light straw to crush the camel.

Knowing that he was just a character in a book brought Song Hanzhang's lethality, which was far less than the lethality that he was the culprit who killed his grandfather.

The collapse of the city wall is only an instant thing.

Song Hanzhang had a high fever overnight, and the temperature was close to [-]. No matter whether it was an injection or taking medicine, the temperature showed no signs of subsiding. The infusion could reduce the fever, but as soon as the needle was pulled out, it started to repeat itself.

Uncle Xu, Aunt Xu and Chun Leshui took turns to take care of him, but it was obvious that the physical strength of the two elders could not withstand his repeated tossing.

In order to prevent him from exhausting Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, Chun Leshui could only take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of him and send the parents who had been up for several nights back to their rooms one by one.

Aunt Xu was still worried, she sat on the bed and stood up again: "I'd better stay with you, and I can take another shift with you to rest. Don't tire you out too."

"It's okay." Chun Leshui pushed her down, "You and Uncle Xu just have a good sleep, and come back to replace me tomorrow morning. I'm a young man who can survive. Can you compare with me? Otherwise, the three of us will fall together later." Now, Song Hanzhang has no one to take care of him, so we can only wait for the police to come and collect the body."

"Bah, bah, bah." Aunt Xu slapped him lightly, "It's just unlucky."

But he talked about this, so it was hard for Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu to refuse, after all, the whole family couldn't fall down together.

Chun Leshui went upstairs, looked at Song Hanzhang on the bed and let out a long sigh.

"Let me be a terminally ill patient to take care of you, Song Hanzhang, can you afford it?" Chun Leshui said, approached and wrung out a towel from the basin, and sat beside Song Hanzhang's bed to wipe the sweat off his face.

Fold it and put it on his forehead to physically cool him down.

He took a bedside ear thermometer and dripped it into his ear, 38 degrees.

Song Hanzhang was placed on the back of both hands covered by the quilt, one side was covered with bruised needle holes, and an indwelling needle was attached with medical tape on the other.

Seeing his lips moving slightly, Chun Leshui put her ears close to him.

"Grandpa..."

Chun Leshui raised his upper body, stared at Song Hanzhang for a while, then wet a towel with cold water, pinched his fingertips to help him wipe his palms.

Song Hanzhang had a high and low fever repeatedly for three days, and occasionally he would wake up, but more often he was haunted like this, either by calling him mother, or grandpa, and occasionally Chun Leshui.

Dr. Chen came to see him, he was feverish and semi-conscious, the symptoms were exactly the same as Song Nanfeng's when he died.

It is mainly caused by emotional problems.

After learning about Song Nanfeng, Chun Leshui understood why he unconsciously called grandpa and mother, but he couldn't figure out why Song Hanzhang called him by his name.

Just thinking about it, Song Hanzhang called to his grandfather and grabbed his hand backhand.

Because of the fever, it seemed as if a fire was burning in his palm. Chun Leshui's hand was still air-conditioned just after being taken out of the cold water, but it was warmed up within a moment of being held in his palm.

Chunle pumped the water, but Song Hanzhang's strength was so great that he couldn't get it out at all.

In this posture, he took away the warm towel on Song Hanzhang's forehead with one hand and threw it into the basin. After picking it up, Chun Leshui fell silent, and then threw the towel back.

He turned his head and began to snap Song Hanzhang's fingers one by one.

When he finally freed his hand, there were a few finger marks of Song Hanzhang on the back of his hand, and there were even red bruises.

The reason why Chun Leshui likes to wear high collars now is because he even wears collars on his neck.