Chapter 311

Han Mo quietly withdrew from the ward while the old man was talking to Liu Guangfeng, called Shuya, asked about some examination results, and said about the old man in the hospital.

Shuya hesitated and didn't call Han Mo at that time. She was also afraid that Han Mo would be heard by her alert father when she called in the ward, so she didn't call. She didn't expect that the little nurse would leak her mouth when she gave a drip.

Shuya knows that she can't go to the ward to see her father at this time, so as not to add fuel to the fire, but she is worried, so she asks Han Mo to take good care of her father for her, and then she must persuade him anyway.

Han Mo walked into the ward after the phone call. The old man's drops were tied up again. Liu Guangfeng still talked to the old man with a smile. Nurse Yu and the bed doctor stood behind.

In the next stage of treatment, the medicine will change. Liu Huijuan followed Liu Guangfeng out of the ward to get the newly prescribed medicine.

Only Han Mo and Shu Qiang were left in the ward.

Han Mo knows that what he can do is to take good care of the old man. As for liver transplantation, he really has no position to intervene. He can only respect the choice of the father and daughter. No matter what the final result is, Han Mo will not try his best to do what he can.

Shu Qiang lay in bed, one arm under his head, the other arm tied with drops, looking straight at the ceiling.

The ward is quiet. Compared with the noise just now, it is a little too quiet at the moment.

Han Mo just stood by the bed and wondered if he could persuade the old man. After all, Shuya's liver donation is only part of it. Wouldn't it be better if the old man could continue to live with this part of his liver?

He thought a lot and thought about the most appropriate wording.

Shu Qiang had told himself that he must not be angry again, especially in front of Shuya and Han Mo, but he just lost his temper. In this case, he couldn't control his emotions. He wanted Shuya to come back. He missed her, but not for her liver or the slim hope of survival.

Shu Qiang still kept that posture, didn't look at Han Mo, stared at the ceiling, as if his brain was blank, and seemed to be thinking about a lot of problems.

Suddenly Shu Qiang spoke slowly, "in fact, I don't care as much as you look. I'm more afraid of death than anyone. I actively cooperate with the treatment. I endure the pain. I've done a lot of things that I would never give in to the doctor before. Do you know why? Because I want to live longer, even one day, it's earned. I hope I can accompany my family for a long time, even if it is a very short time. "

"Many cancer patients hope that they can be euthanized in the late stage, because it is too painful, so doctors often say that living is better than dying. As long as living is more important than anything, they think I am the same, and they think I am afraid of myself in the late stage, but they are wrong. If I can live, I won't be afraid of any pain."

Han Mo didn't answer. He just listened carefully. The old man didn't seem to want people to answer. He kept looking at the ceiling and talking to himself.

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything. I just want to live. I haven't been in this world enough. I still have many unfinished wishes. I tell myself countless times every day. I have to bear the pain just to live."

Shu Qiang spoke slowly, but he deeply rooted in Han Mo's heart word by word.

He could not understand the pain of the old man's body. Only those who had experienced the pain would know, but he understood the old man's wish to live.

Han Mo doesn't care. In the past, he didn't care about many indifferent things and things he didn't care about. He didn't care much when he was ill. Since he had a little guy here and Shuya, he suddenly understood that now he lives not only for himself, but for two other people, so he will pay more attention to his body and cherish life, Just hope to accompany the most important people and take a long way in the long journey of life.

Han Mo's thoughts flew away from Shu Qiang and fell into meditation.

Suddenly Shu Qiang's eyes left the ceiling and turned to Han mo.

"Will you live for yourself and put your daughter in danger?"

Han Mo was stunned. He knew the meaning of Shu Qiang's problem. He also knew how to persuade the old man not to worry, but he was silent. Because of some problems, he couldn't lie, "I won't."

After Han Mo answered this question, his heart throbbed faintly.

The atmosphere in the house fell into a brief silence again.

Shu Qiang and Han Mo looked at each other for a moment. He looked back at the ceiling again.

He wants to continue to live for another 20 or 30 years. He can have time to make up for his debt to Shuya from childhood. He can watch Xuanxuan grow up, watch her grow up, get married and have children.

Yes, everyone wants to live, just look at the cost of this life.

Han Mo was silent. He thought of countless words to convince Shu Qiang, but he choked at this moment.

This is no longer a dialogue between a future son-in-law and his father-in-law, but the reading of two fathers.

At this time, you can say many nice words to comfort others.

But all the comforts seemed so weak in front of father's love.

Will you put your daughter in danger for your life?

I can't.

can't.

can't!

Asked many times, Han Mo's answer was the same.

If the role changes, he would rather die by himself than allow Xuanxuan to be hurt at all.

Facing Shu Qiang's equally firm expression, Han Mo's eyes blurred, and a hot air stem was in his throat.

What position does he have to persuade others, something he won't even do himself.

Han Mo prepared countless words to persuade Shu Qiang.

Shu Qiang only used a question, which left Han Mo speechless.

In such a large ward, there are no patients, no elders and younger generations, only two fathers, two fathers who can give everything for their daughter.

Until the evening, Han Mo didn't complete the task everyone expected of him. He didn't say anything to persuade the old man to accept Shuya Ganyuan. He couldn't do it and couldn't say it.

Not because Shuya is his lover, but because in the old man's heart, Shuya's safety is more important than his own life.

Shu Qiang frowned slightly and fell asleep.

Han Mo took out his laptop and was afraid that the sound of keyboard tapping would affect the old man's rest. He sat in the chair in the corridor, his slender fingers clattering on the keyboard.

I don't know how long later, Han Mo turned his sore neck, opened the mailbox and clicked send.

Then he remembered to look at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning.

Soon, the other party replied in a row of small words: received, thank you, brother Han.

Han Mo shuts down and closes the computer.