Lu Junhan's tall and straight body stood beside the hospital bed, slightly drooping his eyes.

Mou Guang deeply looks at lying on the bed, even if sleeps appears to have so some kind of gentle man.

The memory seems to wear back to 20 years ago --

"son, my father will have a holiday tomorrow, will you go out to play? It's always stuffy at home. It's bad. Your mother and I can only have another one. "

"Why don't you like kindergarten? They have runny noses? Well This is really a problem. Go straight to primary school. Dad supports you. You are already a five-year-old and can go to primary school. "

"What are you doing beating other people's children for? He's so ugly and fat that he's in your eye? You can't fight directly. You have to play secretly, so no one knows that you did it. Of course, the most important thing is that I don't have to help you clean up the mess in the back. "

Thinking about it, Yingting's eyebrows and eyes are filled with a bit of irritability.

Lu Junhan thin lips tightly pursed, into the pocket took out the cigarette box, just smoked with thin long cigarette out.

After a pause, he took a look at the fragile man on the bed, and finally put it back.

Song Qingwan takes a deep breath. After a while, she has slowly recovered and can accept the fact that her brother has become a vegetable.

If she had never experienced anything at the age of 21, she would have thought her brother was too miserable.

Then regardless of lying in front of the hospital bed, crying for three days and three nights.

Let your emotions out to your heart's content. Cry when you want to cry, and feel sad if you want to be sad.

But now, after more than 20 years of social polishing, her first thought is not to cry to vent her emotions, but to rationally analyze the current situation.

Brother just became a vegetable, not really dead, then there is still a chance.

Although the doctor said that she might never wake up, she would try as long as there was a 0.001% chance.

Crying can never solve the problem.

This is the most useful experience she has gained in the past 20 years.

"Pear, come here," song Qingwan seemed to think of something. She turned her head to the other side and didn't dare to speak. But the lovely girl with eyes everywhere waved and pointed to the person on the bed:

"this is grandfather."

"Grandfather?"

Seeing her aunt calling her, the little girl finally won't have nothing to do, so she quickly trotted over and tilted her head to look at the man on the hospital bed, who was a little like her father. Her face was very serious:

"is it dad's father?"

Lu Junhan took a look at the little girl.

Song Qingwan stopped for a moment and then laughed: "yes! It's your father's father. "

With that, she took the little girl and laughed at Lu Qidong, whose eyes were closed on the bed:

"brother, do you hear me? Your granddaughter called your grandfather. Don't worry, we are all living very well. Really, Lu has become the largest company in Haicheng. We have helped you achieve your goals in those years. What's more, you see, Lu Junhan's stinky boy has a daughter. She is a real daughter, not picked up. She is now three years old. Her name is Luli, pear of pear blossom. It's good to hear... "

As she said this, song Qingwan choked. She raised her head and blinked her eyes, forcing her tears back:

"little girl The little girl is beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful and kind child. If you wake up, you will like her very much and like her very much... "

Speaking of this, song Qingwan suddenly couldn't go on.

She looked up and blinked, wiped her fingers around the corner of her eyes, and took a deep breath:

"it's OK, brother, I didn't cry. Really, I'm 42 years old this year, and I'm not a child anymore. You just become a vegetable, not really dead. What can I cry about. On the contrary, it's you. Does it hurt when you do the operation? It should be very painful. I know that you are always afraid of pain, and your body is more delicate than me. I also said at that time that you are the stink of rich children. It must be your father's habit... "

"But thank you, brother. I have persisted for us for more than 20 years. Over the years, I have worked hard for you..."

Song Qingwan's voice suddenly became very light: "but brother, can you insist on it again? We will find the best doctor for you. Please wake up. We are waiting for you... "

The old man closed his eyes and turned away.

Even Lu Junhan was calm and looked out of the window.

"Aunt, grandfather, what's the matter with him?"

The little girl carefully looked at Song Qingwan, "why is he lying in bed?"

Song Qingwan's eyes were red, her hand touched her small head, and she laughed. Her voice was a little hoarse: "your grandfather, he He was sick, very sick, so he couldn't wake up and had to sleep all the time

"Sick?"

The little girl tilted her head, and her face was very serious: "take medicine when you are ill. You will be OK after taking medicine."

"Your grandfather's illness is not the same," song Qingwan said difficultly, "maybe Maybe I can't take the medicine. "The little girl looked at the bed with worry: "that grandfather is so poor."

Just then, the attending doctor called by the old man came in.

The doctor said hello to the old man. He closed his eyes and didn't look at it. He waved his hand and took a deep breath.

"there is no outsider here. Just talk to him."

The doctor nodded, took out the medical record book directly, and said to song Qingwan and Lu Junhan:

"Mr. Lu's condition before was not very optimistic, and with the growth of age, his physical condition became weaker and weaker. We all thought that he would not be able to survive the last operation yesterday, but fortunately, he was very lucky and survived, but unfortunately, he finally became a doctor Vegetable people. "

Song Qingwan frowned tightly. "Doctor, I don't want to know about the previous things. I just want to know now. Is there any way to make my brother wake up?"

The doctor shook his head and looked at her with pity:

"according to our previous test, the probability of Mr. Lu waking up is very low, and he may never wake up, unless Miracles happen. "

"Miracle?" Song Qingwan closed his eyes, "that is to say, my brother will never wake up?"

"It's not absolute."

Song Qingwan asked, "how do you say that?"

Doctor: "what we diagnose for patients is that they may never wake up, not necessarily. After all, for such a long time in the future, anything may happen."

Song Qingwan was silent for a moment, and said, "you mean, will my brother wake up next? It depends on his own nature?"

The doctor nodded: "in medicine, we have achieved the acme. Next, whether we will wake up depends on his personal luck."

Song Qingwan murmured: "that's over! I feel that my brother's luck in his whole life has been used on the operating table for more than 20 years. What luck is left to wake up? "

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