Chapter 305

Shuya didn't expect the little guy to talk like this. She was stunned and didn't know what to say. She was a little embarrassed, but she wondered why Xuanxuan and grandpa met for the first time, but she didn't feel strange at all. Maybe this is that blood is thicker than water.

Shuya was worried that her father would ignore the child because of her and Han Mo, but the scene in front of her surprised her.

The little guy sat next to Grandpa and didn't have the timidity to meet him for the first time.

The old man sat at the head of the bed. He was so serious and not good at talking, but he was not formal. He always had a gentle smile on his face.

"Grandpa, Xuanxuan didn't bring a brush and paper this time. Will you draw it for you next time?" The little guy wanted to paint a picture for Grandpa, but he changed his mind when he thought that his painting toolbox was still at home.

Shu Qiang can only smile at the little guy now. He is completely captured by soft Meng's granddaughter. He quickly said, "OK, next time Xuanxuan brings a brush and paper, he will draw for Grandpa."

The little guy seemed to think of something and suddenly said, "so, Grandpa, you should get better quickly. When you are sick, the painting won't be beautiful. Last time I was hospitalized, it would have been better in two days. Grandpa should leave the hospital quickly. "

Shu Qiang gently touched the hair behind the child's head and said with a smile, "Grandpa's disease won't get better so soon."

The little guy doesn't know what disease grandpa has, and doesn't understand the difference between grandpa's hospitalization and his own.

"Xuanxuan is so young that she can leave the hospital after being ill for two days. Grandpa is an adult. We should hurry up."

Shu Qiang knew how to explain. The child wouldn't understand, but he suddenly seemed to have hope in his heart and nodded hard, "OK, Grandpa will work hard. For my Xuanxuan, leave the hospital quickly."

The little guy nodded with satisfaction, "Grandpa must work hard."

An old man and a young man sat on the same hospital bed and said the warmest and most common words.

Liu Huijuan and Shu Sheng knew that Xuanxuan had slipped into the ward. At first, they were very worried and wanted to get the child out quickly. Liu Huijuan was so surprised when she just saw the child, but she didn't oppose Shuya and Han Mo together like her wife. Coupled with the missing of her daughter, the little guy was so pink and lovely, so she had no negative emotions.

But Shu Qiang was different. When everyone found that the little guy had entered the ward, they all pinched a sweat. Obviously, it was too late to lead her out right away. In a hurry, Liu Huijuan and Shu Sheng both lay on the door and observed the situation through the glass.

Han Mo was also worried. He was tall. He didn't have to lie on the door. He could see it from the back.

To everyone's surprise, nothing they were worried about happened in the ward. Shu Qiang not only didn't glare at Xuanxuan, but also didn't look shocked. It was like he knew the existence of the little guy long ago.

The little guy is close to Grandpa. If he doesn't know the inside story, he won't see it. In fact, they met for the first time today.

The little guy in the ward raised an innocent face and drove away all the unpleasant emotions that enveloped the whole family these days.

Han Mo has a panoramic view of all this. He is pleased that he took the little guy back to southern Jiangsu at that time.

Just now, the child has been outside. Han Mo can't get away. Now the little guy is in the ward. He doesn't worry. He goes straight to the doctor's office.

Han Mo has always wanted to ask Shu Qiang about his health. Although it is cancer, not all cancers are incurable. If they are found in time, some cancers can be cured, or they can continue to live a normal life for ten or more years.

Han Mo's fame is limited to Beidu area. There are not many people who know him in southern Jiangsu, and there are no scruples about walking in the hospital.

The door of the doctor's office was closed, and there was an attending doctor writing a medical record.

Han Mo gently knocked on the door. The doctor looked up in its direction. At this time, he came to him about his family's condition.

Han Mo briefly introduced his intention, and the doctor took out Shu Qiang's case.

"It was discovered earlier, there was no large-scale spread, and the treatment was relatively timely. However, as we get older, all aspects of the body are not as good as young people, and the treatment effect is very slow. Moreover, in the slow deterioration, we can only treat conservatively at present." The doctor is realistic and probably says = road.

"How can it be completely cured?" Han Mo doesn't understand medicine. He can only ask the simplest question, that is, he hopes Shu Qiang can live a normal life as before.

The doctor shook his head helplessly, "the patients on our floor can't talk about a complete cure."

Han Mo's heart sank.

Once upon a time, cancer was far away from him. It only existed on TV, in the news, and in other people's stories. It suddenly happened around him, and he felt at a loss for the first time.

To live a new life, Han Mo felt that life was not as difficult as before. It seemed that everything was under his control, so he cherished life more and enjoyed life more. He hoped that the people he loved could live better. He once thought that as long as he made a little effort, there would be no problem that could stop him from protecting his family.

It turned out that in the face of life, old age, illness and death, no matter how many lives he lived, he was still so small that he had no ability to fight back.

The doctor saw that Han Mo was silent, and his sad expression was reflected in his words. Although he had experienced too many departures, he could still feel a faint unbearable feeling in his heart every time he faced the patient's family.

"In fact, there is a method, but the cost is very high, and even if the operation is successful, it may not be 100% recovered and may relapse."

Han Mo's eyes widened. The cost is not a problem. As long as it can be cured, how much money is not a problem.

"What method?" Han Mo asked eagerly.

"Liver transplantation."

Han Mo's eyebrows frowned slightly.

The doctor continued, "but now the source needs to wait."

"How long?"

"I don't know the specific time. Some may have to wait four or five years, and some may have a suitable liver source in four or five days. I'm not sure."

"Four or five years?" Han Mo's eyes were stunned.

The doctor gently closed the case, "in fact, the best way is to donate by family members, children, brothers and sisters. First, there is no need to wait. Second, the possibility of rejection will be relatively less and the probability of success will be high."

Han Mo was silent.

"Of course, it is impossible for the operation to have no impact on the donor. Although the liver has the function of regeneration, it is very slow. Whether it can have no impact on life in the future, and now there is no accurate conclusion in medicine." The doctor sighed, "in fact, we generally don't take the initiative to suggest that our families donate. After all, this kind of thing is related to their own lives. Many people are still unwilling and can understand."

Just then the door was suddenly pushed open and a gentle and decisive voice sounded.

"I will."