Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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"Did your mother accept your relationship in the previous life?" Fang Zhiming asked.

Fang Cheng took a sip of water, "I didn't dare to tell her that she was sick at that time, and her mood changed from good to bad."

"If this child can't be kept... your mother will be very sad, can you take a break with He Yan?"

"How slow?"

Fang Zhiming: "For the time being, don't go to him for the time being, and be honest at home for a while."

Fang Cheng was silent, then shook his head, "I can't live without him."

"You child," Fang Zhiming frowned, "No matter how much you are reborn, you are still a child. Who can't do without someone..." His eyes stayed on the red light in the operating room for a long time , "As stubborn as your mother."

long silence.

Until the sound of "stepping" footsteps came, He Yan appeared at the end of the corridor.

Fang Cheng got up and wanted to run towards him, but he felt a piercing gaze behind him, his raised feet stopped abruptly, and fell on the spot.

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and waved like He Yan, "Here."

He Yan also saw Uncle Fang who was sitting behind him with a bad look on his face.

He walked quickly to Fang Cheng, first squeezed the other's hand to comfort him while covering his body, then nodded to Fang Zhiming, and said hello politely: "Hello, Uncle."

Fang Zhiming looked at the two slender young men, glanced at the back of Fang Cheng's head and He Yan's face, and then hummed, "What are you doing here?"

He Yan: "Chengcheng said that something happened to Auntie, so he asked me to come over and see if I can help."

Fang Zhiming said angrily: "You can only do a disservice by coming, so hurry up and leave."

Fang Cheng didn't turn his head, his lips slowly pursed into a bloodless arc.

He Yan followed the good example: "Okay, then I'll go first. Chengcheng, send me off."

Fang Zhiming didn't make a sound, and Fang Cheng walked out with He Yang with his head down like a little chick.

As soon as he left the emergency building, in the green belt that blocked his view, he plunged into He Yan's arms, wiped away the warmth from his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "He Yan..."

"Auntie will be fine." He Yan stroked his soft hair, felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and comforted him with a more steady voice: "Modern medicine is very advanced, I checked, and six months is relatively safe During the stable period, if you get to the doctor in time, you will be fine."

Fang Cheng gave him the weight of his entire body, squinted his eyes, his eyes fell on the withered yellow bushes without much focus, and slowly closed his eyes dully.

He Yan's slow and deep voice was full of forbearance: "If you want to separate temporarily..."

"I don't want to." Fang Cheng didn't move, but interrupted him very quickly, "There is no option to separate from you."

"...Okay. Let's talk about it after Auntie wakes up."

He Yan stayed downstairs with him for 10 to [-] minutes. The weather at the end of January froze the hands and feet of the two of them, as if they had fallen on a large piece of ice.

"Go in and have a look."

Fang Cheng couldn't let go of his hand, his dim eyes seemed to be the night sky covered by a large cloud of clouds, "Can you go with me?"

"Auntie won't want to see me." He Yan rubbed his hands warm and put them on his red ears from the cold, "I'll go to the opposite side to buy you something to eat, and I'll ask you to come down and get it later."

Fang Cheng also knew that He Yang could not appear in front of his parents at this time, but he just didn't want to be separated from him, as long as he couldn't see He Yang, his heart would be like a helium balloon that had been taken off his hands, aimlessly The wind blows away.

Feeling his uneasiness, He Yan found out their mobile phones and made a voice call, "Can we keep talking? I promise we will always be there."

Fang Cheng watched the call duration jumping on the phone screen, and returned to the emergency building step by step.

Outside the operating room, Fang Zhiming was still waiting anxiously.

He couldn't sit still, circling back and forth, looking at the red light above from time to time, hoping that it would turn green at any time.

"It's been almost an hour, why haven't you come out yet?"

Fang Cheng stood silently by the wall, lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

After more than ten minutes, the red light suddenly changed, and the door of the operating room opened immediately. A doctor wearing a mask came out and said to the father and son who hurried forward: "Don't worry, mother and child are safe. Go through the hospitalization procedures first, later Someone will come over and talk to you about the precautions."

"Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!" Fang Zhiming looked moved, his eyes were red, and he stuffed his documents and bank cards into Fang Cheng from his bag, "You go to the formalities, I will wait for your mother."

Fang Cheng glanced at the closed door again, and obediently went through the formalities.

As soon as Zhao Jinghua opened her eyes, she saw her husband holding her hand by the bed, his lips trembling with excitement, "Old, wife... wife! How do you feel? Is there any pain?"

She shook her head, her voice was extremely weak, "Where's Cheng Cheng?"

Fang Cheng waited at the door, and only stepped into the ward when he heard Fang Zhiming's voice.

Zhao Jinghua looked at him, and the two stared at each other wordlessly.

In his hand, he held some food from He Yan and put it on the bedside, "The doctor said that you need to make up for it."

Zhao Jinghua's anesthetic was not over yet, so she closed her eyes, opened them again, and pushed Fang Zhiming out softly, "I want to talk to Cheng Cheng alone."

Although Fang Zhiming was reluctant, he didn't dare not to listen to her words. He left the ward sullenly, and bumped his head into a warm fleshy wall.

When he looked up, he saw He Yanke politely say, "Uncle."

Fang Zhiming was slightly surprised: "Why are you here?"

"..."

"Okay, just don't go in."

In the ward, the mother and son looked at each other for a long time, Fang Cheng looked away with some guilt, and then heard a weak voice: "I saw it."

Fang Cheng didn't understand for a moment: "What?"

"The previous life you said."

"..."

Zhao Jinghua breathed very shallowly, but a little shortly, "After the explosion, I fell ill, you were admitted to university, and took care of me while working part-time... I saw you drawing comics in the middle of the night, and crowded the subway to go to the store before dawn. When it got darker, I went to tutoring again, and went back to the dormitory to continue drawing manga..."

Speaking of this, she chuckled, "I paid the tuition for nothing, and I didn't attend a few classes."

Fang Cheng didn't expect that what she saw was his own perspective, wouldn't that be...

"But the job I found in the end has nothing to do with your major, so it's no wonder you insist on learning." Zhao Jinghua was a little tired, and closed her eyes, "Yangyang... Chengcheng, I didn't expect the children educated by our family to choose Being taken care of..."

Her voice was soft and shallow, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, which made Fang Cheng a little embarrassed.

"If I knew that you sold your body in exchange for the treatment conditions, I would never agree."

"So what if you don't agree." Fang Cheng said, "I will still sign an agreement with him."