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Once upon a time, his father went on the operating table and was never able to get down.

This time, I was going to take advantage of the little time I had left to do what I wanted to do instead of struggling to the death in the hospital.

Lu Qingli covered her mouth with one hand and started to cry softly. So it turned out that she already knew of her illness, and every day, she would tremble in fear when facing death alone. She carefully guarded her secrets but did not let any of them discover her abnormality.

If that day, when Fu Huiya went to live in the hospital, they did not bring Fu Huiya out of the hospital, but carefully examined him and listened to the doctor's advice, wouldn't all of this have happened so quickly?

Lu Qinghuan fiercely bit her wrist as tears of regret continuously rolled down the corners of her eyes.

If she had been nice to her earlier, would it have been different?

"After hearing the news of the argument between Qingli and him, I actually failed to meet my expectations and fainted.

The feeling of suffocation made me feel terrified, afraid that if I closed my eyes, the darkness before me would be the end of my life.

The hospital room was surrounded by cold white walls, and the sounds of the equipment running terrified me. I kept thinking back to the time when my father had been hospitalized.

What awaited him was death. Death awaits me.

I was afraid to stay in such a cold and lifeless place. My life will be shortened by the irresistible fear in my heart.

So I have to come back. "

"Qinghuan is about to leave. I wanted desperately to keep her, but I couldn't.

I knew I couldn't wait for Qinghuan's child to be born. I heard my life slipping away.

If that day comes, I hope the process is quick and painless.

To be able to stay alive for so long, yet to be able to remain alive without realizing it. This kind of situation, even thinking about it, is unbearable for me.

Human greed is a terrible thing. Originally, he only wanted to live a good life with his two daughters before his life ended.

To have a wonderful memory to remember.

At this very moment, he actually hoped that the Hell's Paradise really existed. Even in the cold of hell, I can rely on this beauty to warm myself.

If you are lucky enough to go to heaven, then use all your strength to protect the people you care about … Including him. "

This is Fu Huiya's last diary.

Lu Qinghuan closed her diary and could not help but cry out loud. As long as she was a little more attentive, she would definitely be able to early notice that everything about Fu Huiya was different.

But what did she do? He was greedy for food and fun, he was greedy for sleep. He had a tiny life in his stomach, yet he still looked like a small child.

Fu Huiya's frown and smile were still fresh in her mind.

Fu Huiya supported herself with her walking stick, and busied herself around the kitchen, smiling ecstatically.

But when she thought back to it now, Lu Qinghuan actually remembered the way she was frowning, and a pained look appeared on her face.

The funny thing was, she still remembered her own ridiculous reaction. She thought Fu Huiya was injured in her leg and revealed a painful expression.

Not at all. Fu Huiya was heartbroken.

When Jian Yang pushed open the door and entered, he was crying loudly while holding onto that pile of stuff.

Jian Yang was shocked, he immediately ran over and squatted down, grabbed Qinghuan's arm and asked: "What's wrong? Huanhuan? What's wrong with you? Is it a stomachache? "

Jian Yang pulled Qinghuan's arm, and roughly looked up and down Qinghuan's body, but did not find any traces of blood or injuries.

Qinghuan shook her head, her face full of tears. Her hands wrapped around Jian Yang's neck as she sobbed and repeated Jian Yang's name, "Jian Yang, Jian Yang!"

Jian Yang hugged Lu Qinghuan, patted her back, and comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry. Tell me what happened. "

Lu Qinghuan lied on Jian Yang's shoulder, crying as she poked at Jian Yang with the thing in his hand.

Jian Yang held Lu Qinghuan with one hand and held her in his arms as he flipped through the photos, medical records and Fu Huiya's diary.

When Lu Qinghuan stopped crying, Jian Yang had just finished browsing through most of the things.

Jian Yang was a little shocked, he laid unconscious on the sickbed, completely unconscious. And her attitude towards death turned out to be like this.

She said that she was afraid of death, but she said that she hoped that she could get a quick release.

To say that she was unperturbed, the words in the diary were filled with the yearning and reluctance to part from her loved ones.

Jian Yang lightly patted Qinghuan's back, and carefully asked: "What thoughts do you have?

Qinghuan pursed her lips, gently pushing Jian Yang away and sat on the carpet. She extended her legs out and leaned her body against the side of the bed.

After pondering for a long while, Lu Qinghuan finally spoke up: "I don't want my mother to leave just like this. "I haven't been with her properly yet …"

Jian Yang said softly. "Before I came back, I went to find a doctor. It's not like what Big Sister Qingli said, our mother is still alive and can still wake up."

Qinghuan frowned, the corners of her mouth twitched, she looked as though she was about to cry, "What did the doctor say?"

"Brain death, brain wave disappearance, do you know what this means?" Clinical death criteria. In first aid, doctors can treat this condition as death and give up treatment. "

Qinghuan's tears fell once again with a "pata pata" sound. Jian Yang reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, "It's already been almost twenty days. She stayed in bed like that, unconscious for 20 days. Our mother must have felt terrible, but if there was even a glimmer of hope, we should have insisted on treating her. But, is what we're doing now really what our mother wants? If she was conscious and knew all of this, would she be in great pain? "

Qinghuan did not reply, and calmly wiped away her tears. Jian Yang went over and sat beside Qinghuan, and held Qinghuan's hand.

Qinghuan should know more about Fu Huiya than him.

After all, he was Qinghuan's biological mother, and he could only point it out to the limit.

After an unknown period of time, Xiu Er came upstairs and called out to the two of them to eat, but she saw them sitting side by side on the warm ground in front of her bed in Fu Huiya's room.

Fortunately, the floor was comfortably warm. Although the heating was slightly weaker, it was still considered warm. Lu Qinghuan sat on the carpet, not feeling cold at all.

A few thin pieces of A4 paper were placed in front of Lu Qingli. The words were written by her mother Fu Wenhui, but she could not believe what was written on it.

Lu Jinghao looked at Qinghuan who had a haggard expression, then looked at the startled Lu Qingli, and let out a long sigh. Then, he said, "Since this is her decision, as her children, you all can just respect her. Now that we have come to the end of our lives, why should we go through all this suffering? "

Lu Jinghao's gaze wandered over to the apparatus on Fu Wenhui's body. In his dazed state, he could not understand why such a lively life force would need to be maintained by these cold machines.

"Dad, but …" Qinghuan was about to cry, but she suddenly choked and lost his voice. Qingli was worried that her body would not be able to take it, so she used her eyes to signal Jian Yang to bring her out.

The sickroom was eerily quiet. Lu Qingli looked at Fu Wenhui's gloomy face, and tears unconsciously rose up in his eyes. For days, she had been exhausted by her mother, but even so, she did not want to lose her mother. How long had it been since they'd met, and how long had it been since they'd met?

Lu Qingli was afraid, because she knew that if she were to let go of him easily this time, then her farewell to Fu Wenhui would be forever separated.

"Are you that cruel?" Lu Qingli said leisurely. Mu Wenshu was worried that she would start an argument with Lu Jinghao, so he gently held her hand. But her palm was so cold, like a child without hope, hopeless in the cold wind.

"You should also go out to meditate." Lu Jinghao saw that Lu Qingli had lost control of her emotions and turned her head to the side, refusing to argue with her.

Mu Wenshu couldn't bear to see the atmosphere become so awkward, so he carried her by his waist and brought her out of the ward.

"Can we go for a walk in the garden downstairs?" Mu Wenshu carefully tried to probe Lu Qingli's intentions.

"Yes." Lu Qingli nodded, she truly hoped that the thoughts circling in her mind could stop and allow her to enjoy a moment of tranquility, but the complicated feelings, the unwillingness to part, were all entwined with her, causing her eyes to continuously shine with tears.

He knew that Lu Qingli was like a piece of fragile glass that could break into pieces at any time. He could not bear to see her like this, and he was even more unwilling to let things get out of hand.

"Are you hungry? I'll go buy it for you." Holding Lu Qingli's hand, Mu Wenshu asked gently.

"Wenshu, I have truly thought about it. No matter how much Mother's will says, I cannot give up. Although the probability of a miracle happening is not high, if we don't try, how will we know if it will improve? " Lu Qingli squeezed Mu Wenshu's arm tightly, as if she was trying to convince him to believe, but it was more so as a form of encouragement.

How could Mu Wenshu cruelly cut off her thoughts? Hence, he nodded with a smile.

"Mom is so selfish, leaving behind a will and wanting to abandon us …" Lu Qingli, who could not continue speaking, raised her hand to cover her face. Sparkling tears flowed from the gaps of her fingers, reflecting the golden sunlight, causing Mu Wenshu's heart to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, let's go for a walk."

"I'm fine now …" Lu Qingli wiped away her tears, "I want to go up and accompany mother."

"Alright." Since she could not beat Lu Qingli, Mu Wenshu accompanied her to the ward.

Just as she arrived at the door of the ward, Lu Qingli saw the doctor and nurse frantically removing Fu Wenhui's ventilator and injection tube.

"What are you guys doing!" Lu Qingli's eyes widened, she rushed forward quickly and flashed to the doctor's side and grabbed his arm, "Who told you to do that!?"

"This …" The doctors and nurses looked troubled, all of them looked at Lu Jinghao who was sitting at the side.

Lu Qingli suddenly turned around, "You told them to do this?!"