Pick up a president's bun

Ten days later, bone marrow transplantation.

An Cheng accompanied Da Zhuang to wait outside the diversion room.

After a while, Pei Weize appeared, followed by a woman dressed in extremely elegant and noble clothes, wearing a set of expensive and chic gemstone necklaces, earrings, brooches and so on.

Pei Weize walked up to Da Zhuang, said with a smile on his face, "Da Zhuang, let me introduce you, this is my wife, from now on our family..."

"Who is your family?" Without saying a word, Da Zhuang took An Cheng's arm and walked to the stairwell, and said angrily in the narrow space: "He dragged his wife to me to see what she was doing. ? Do you want me to call mom? You bastard."

An Cheng guessed that Pei Weize might still want to recognize Da Zhuang, so he introduced his family to Da Zhuang so that Da Zhuang could integrate into their family in the future.

It's just that, with such urgency, it's a bit eager for quick success, and it's inevitable that Da Zhuang's sad things will not be poked.

An Cheng knew that when people were in a bad mood, the more he tried to persuade him, the more he tried to push him, so he might as well say something else to divert Da Zhuang's attention, so he chatted about the business of the villa.

Although Da Zhuang felt extremely upset, he couldn't ignore what his wife said, so he replied a few words sullenly.

Until his palm was scratched a few times by An Cheng's slender fingers.

Da Zhuang raised his eyes and met An Cheng's gentle smiling face: "Are you nervous? I heard that the donor will feel some pain in bone marrow transplantation."

Da Zhuang thought, what is there to be nervous about?I just came here once as a big uncle.In short, let's end this matter today, and don't bring it up again in the future.

However, facing An Cheng's concerned eyes and warm smile, Da Zhuang suddenly wanted to act like a baby.

My mother is dead, and the so-called father...is like this again, selfish and selfish, completely ignoring my son!

I really don't know if it was a brain twitch that I wanted to find my biological father back.

Fortunately, I have a wife who loves me.

"Nervous. I'm very nervous, so I need to hug." Da Zhuang raised his arms and hugged An Cheng's waist like a rascal.

The tall nose sticks to An Cheng's warm neck, greedily absorbing his warmth, his kindness.

Not enough, not enough, not enough, Da Zhuang hugged An Cheng tightly, and couldn't help but kiss An Cheng's lips.

An Cheng was startled, and instinctively wanted to push him away.

Although it is a stairwell, there will always be people who are greedy and can't wait for the elevator to leave. In case someone sees two big men huddling together in the stairwell...

However, the tip of the warm tongue quickly licked An Cheng's mouth, entangled endlessly, but this kind of emotion made An Cheng's heart jump suddenly.

An Cheng didn't want to push him away, but had no choice but to push him away, reminding him, "This is a hospital."

Fortunately, Da Zhuang let go of it kindly, smiled at An Cheng, and said, "I'll be home in a while. Make it up when I get home." What to make up is self-evident.

His thumb brushed against the lips that An Cheng had kissed just now, and his eyes were filled with dark fire, which made An Cheng's ears turn red and his heart pounding.

Da Zhuang has learned badly now. Sure enough, society is a big dye vat. Such a simple Da Zhuang has now learned to discharge electricity with his eyes, and the action of wiping his mouth just now is quite seductive!

Must have followed the film to school.

Got it.

However, no matter how enlightened, no matter how seductive, this son is born, why is my heart beating so small?

An Cheng cast aside that he was seduced by sex, pretended not to understand, and said, "Yes, you need food supplements. Although bone marrow donation has no major impact on the human body, it still loses so many red blood cells, so it needs to be supplemented." repair."

Da Zhuang regained his seriousness. He took An Cheng's hand and said, "Go out, it's almost time. Let's go home after we're done in a while, and don't mention this matter again."

An Cheng nodded and said, "Okay. Just pretend that nothing happened."

Pei Weize watched Da Zhuang come out, directly ignoring the clasped hands of the two men.

The fact that his son is gay has always been difficult for Pei Weize to accept.

It's just that I can't object.

The son would not recognize him as his father, so how could he listen to him?

Forget it, the current matter is still more important, and it is better to keep an eye on the long-term.

Regardless of Da Zhuang's ignorance, Pei Weize walked up to him, handed him the asset transfer letter and notarial certificate in his hand, and said, "Da Zhuang, this... I know you don't care about money, but this is my I don’t know if I can make up for one ten-thousandth of the pain you and Ziyun have suffered. Please accept it. Other than that, I don’t know how to make up and repay..."

Da Zhuang seemed to be selectively deaf. He just shook An Cheng's hand tightly and said in a low voice, "It's almost time. I'll go in."

Da Zhuang let go of An Cheng's hand and strode forward, but deliberately bumped Pei Weize with his shoulder, knocking down the document he was holding in his outstretched hand.

Paperwork representing $100 billion was scattered about.

The big and strong shoes stomped on it mercilessly, strode past without any hesitation, and headed towards the diversion room.

Pei Weize stared blankly at Da Zhuang's back.

An Cheng observed his expression, and felt that this man still had a bit of father-son affection for Da Zhuang, but that little was far from enough.

At the very least, he owes a sincere apology, not to Da Zhuang, but to the poor woman who died in solitude.

Just as Da Zhuang minded, he should at least go to Da Zhuang Niang's spiritual seat, give her an explanation, and tell her what happened after that, so that he finally betrayed her.Instead of just saying "I'm sorry" vaguely, and then throwing a lot of money to call it a day.

Not to mention that Da Zhuang couldn't accept it, even An Cheng couldn't stand it.

About two hours later, Da Zhuang came out, and the one who received the bone marrow had to stay in the warehouse for at least two weeks, plus the time for chemotherapy before the transplant, the total had to be in a completely sterile warehouse. Stay within 20 days.

Whether these 20 days of hard work will be successful is hard to say.The doctor hinted vaguely: only 20.00% of siblings can be successfully matched, and there are even fewer brothers of different siblings. Although the brothers are HLA-matched, they are most prone to graft-versus-host disease of varying severity. It is still unclear whether the transplant will be successful in the end.

Of course, this is not what Da Zhuang should care about, he pulled An Cheng's arm who was waiting outside, and said briefly: "Let's go!"

Pei Weize hurried over and said, "Da Zhuang, wait a minute..."

Mrs. Pei also trotted behind, thanking you one after another: "Da Zhuang? Thank you so much, if Xiaoxin is saved, thanks to you..."

Da Zhuang turned a deaf ear to it, he just pulled An Cheng and left, his steps were as fast as if he was pulling An Cheng to run.

After a while, they got rid of those two people, and when they got out of the parking lot, Da Zhuang said tiredly: "You can drive today, I will take a rest."

An Cheng said worriedly: "Don't be in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be good to take a rest in the hospital? It's also good to observe. Didn't the doctor say that even though it won't affect the donor's body too much, you still need to pay attention?"

Da Zhuang said stubbornly, "Go home and rest!"

An Cheng knew that Da Zhuang didn't want to stay with Pei Weize's family for a moment.

Yeah.

An Cheng drove Da Zhuang away from the hospital.

Two weeks later, Pei Weize came to the door again, his eyes were red, and he told Da Zhuang and An Cheng with a haggard look: "The operation failed!"

Da Zhuang roared unbearably: "I have nothing to do with failure! I have done what I should do, and I don't owe you anything!"

Pei Weize looked at Da Zhuang with his red eyes, and said hoarsely, "Yes, you don't owe me, I owe you."

He stared fixedly at his strange son, with a humble and flattering tone in his tone: "Da Zhuang, I have already made a will. Except for the part of the assets I donated to you, the assets I currently have will be saved when I die. In the end, it will all belong to you. Da Zhuang, son, come back to me, okay?"

"No!" Da Zhuang pushed Pei Weize out.

When Pei Weize returned home, he saw that his wife, Mu Yingying, was crying so hard that she could barely make a sound, and her eyes were swollen to the point that she couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't help feeling miserable.

Mu Yingying threw herself into his arms, and said mournfully, "What should I do? The doctor said that the transplant operation was unsuccessful, but that Xiaoxin's vitality was damaged, and there would be no follow-up treatment. Well, maybe, Soon...maybe three months, half a year at most, maybe one month..."

Bean-sized teardrops poured out from Mu Yingying's eyes that were almost swollen into a line.

The beauty and nobility of the past are gone, but now, she is just a mother who is almost insane because of the illness of her only son.

Pei Weize stroked her hair, and said dejectedly: "Don't cry, it's useless to cry. I have tried all the tricks that should be used. If Xiaoxin still does this, we as parents can only do our best and know our destiny." !"

This means, even if it can't be cured, it's fine, the destiny cannot be violated, no matter how sad you are, there is nothing you can do.

But Mu Yingying refused to accept this fact, she still cried and persisted, and accused Pei Weize of his inaction: "Did you just leave it alone? Did you let go? I know, you just recognized a son, and now you have an heir, so don't worry about it." Ken has a heart for Xiaoxin... err... Do you still remember when Xiaoxin was born..."

Balabala, weeping and talking about a bunch of things about his son's childhood, Pei Weize was full of melancholy, and said in annoyance: "I want to recognize him, but he doesn't recognize me. Didn't you miss that day? He ignored me .Hey, why am I not interested in Xiaoxin? I can't help it..."

The next day, Mu Yingying went to the hospital to see her son.

Xiaoxin was lying on the bed, wearing a light blue cap on his shaved bluish-white scalp, which made his pale and bloodless face whiter and more translucent, almost blending into the white walls of the hospital. The bed melts into the invisible.

Therefore, Mu Yingying would come to change her son's ward with a bouquet of colorful flowers every day.

Flowers represent exuberant vitality, while colors represent the splendor of this world and the future.

In other respects, she could do nothing but encourage her son's willpower to fight the illness in these sections, and work hard to survive.

Xiao Xin stared blankly at the back of her mother fiddling with the vase. Her mother had lost a lot of weight.

Seeing her turn her head again, her beautiful and noble face was abnormally haggard, causing Xiao Xin to cry and said, "Mom, you and Daddy will have another child."

Xiaoxin turned her face away, rubbed her tears on the pillow, choked up and said, "I know, I'm going to die. Mom, don't be too sad."

Mu Yingying looked at her poor son, and the tears she had endured for a long time finally burst.

Mu Yingying hugged her son's body that was so thin that it was almost out of shape, and cried, "No, Xiaoxin, you will not die, you will survive. Mom and Dad are trying to find a way. It's okay, Dad has A lot of money, all of which will be used to treat your illness, and it will definitely be cured! You believe in us!"

Mu Yingying rushed to the doctor's office, slapped a few gold cards on the attending doctor's table, and said hysterically, "No matter how much it costs, I must save my son! Otherwise, I will burn your hospital down!"

The faces of the doctors changed, and someone said: "Mrs. Pei is not in a good mood, take her out for a rest."

Mu Yingying covered her face and cried in the lounge, forgetting everything, her world seemed to be collapsing...

Until... a burst of unhurried footsteps sounded.

A pair of spotless men's leather shoes stayed in front of her.

Mu Yingying cried so hard that she lost all energy at this moment, she didn't even have the energy to look up to see who was coming.

The man's clear voice sounded: "Mrs. Pei, I am a new hematology doctor. My name is Kuang Kangping. I know there is a way that may save your son's life..."

Mu Yingying didn't even raise her head, she just knelt down and said with trembling voice, "Please, Doctor Kuang, help me..."

The person who said such words to her at this time is an angel!is God!It's God!She must worship!

Dr. Kuang supported Mu Yingying and said, "Mrs. Pei, however, this method has a little social and ethical controversy. I don't know if you and your husband can accept it..."

Mu Yingying said firmly: "I can accept anything, even if I am told to die now! As long as I can save my son, he is still so young, so..."

Dr. Kuang said coaxingly in his pleasant voice, "That's not the case. It won't hurt anyone's life. It just needs you, Mr. Pei, and Mr. Tian to be more open-minded."

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