Before they arrived, Bertrand had taught Edmund a lesson.
He knows his body well, but he doesn't want to tell people or worry about them.
He didn't have much time.
In the past two years, he has also been active in memory therapy.
But he also knew that it was impossible to cure.
He has no regrets now.
When I knew it, I was eager to find Lu Xingzhi.
It was also lucky for him to meet her on his first visit to China and attend that banquet.
He just wanted to take advantage of a few years to teach Lu Xingzhi what he had learned all his life.
"Teacher, you are sick, how can you not tell me?" Lu Xingzhi said with some pique: "I am your student. You want to deny it now, don't you?"
"Why is the little angel angry! The little angel should always be happy. " Said Bertrand with a smile.
"Teacher..." Deer star know angry and shy called a, said: "you don't say anything now, first have a good rest."
"Good, good. I'll listen to the little angel."
Watching him rest, Lu Xingzhi went out.
Then he asked Edmund, "Edmund, what's wrong with the teacher? Is it serious? "
Lu Xingzhi wanted to hear the negative answer, but he was doomed to be disappointed.
"Uncle, he doesn't have much time. The doctor said that the best result is not more than three years." Edmund was heavy when he said this.
Lu Xingzhi couldn't believe what he heard.
The best results won't be more than three years. What do you mean?
What does it mean?
Lu Xing knows that he has already guessed, but he can't believe it, even less willing to believe it.
Edmund's face turned pale when he saw Lu Xing, and he didn't know whether it was cruel to say that at this time.
"Deer, uncle's disease, he has always known. In the beginning, even I kept it from me. I was told later. The first time he went to China, he came to see you. "
If Edmund was not guilty, his relationship with his uncle was better than that of his own father.
"Did you know that at that time? Then why did he come here for so long. What else did the teacher tell you? " Lu Xing's teacher only hopes to be good.
"There are many. You don't have to worry. Uncle will be OK." Edmund knew that his explanation and consolation were pale enough.
"Well. There may be a miracle Lu Xingzhi said with great hope.
"Little cicada, I told you about uncle's illness. Don't spread it out. " Said Edmund, with serious eyes.
After spending another two hours with Bertrand in the hospital, Huo Jinchen and Lu Xingzhi left the hospital.
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on the way back, Lu Xingzhi never spoke.
It was not until she got home that she put down some of her tight strings.
But, it is crying even more.
How could this happen?
Why is the teacher ill?
Lu Xingzhi is also very angry with himself. He usually cares too little about the teacher.
"Know, don't cry." Huo Jinchen picked up a paper towel and wiped away tears for Lu Xingzhi.
But Lu Xingzhi's tears seemed to be off-line beads, falling down desperately.
Finally, I broke down to cry, and then I sobbed slowly.
"Well! You cry! Sleep when you are tired of crying. " Huo Jinchen knew that comforting Lu Xingzhi was not enough.