Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Chenchen was very resistant to being hospitalized. When Song Weiwei said that he would be admitted to the hospital, he stopped pretending to be asleep and sat up.

"I don't want to be hospitalized!"

Song Weiwei looked at him in astonishment, "Chenchen..."

Song Chenchen jumped off her lap and backed up until his back touched the opposite wall before he was forced to stop, "I don't want to be hospitalized!"

Song Weiwei and Song Yuheng looked at each other. Song Yuheng tried to comfort him, but he resisted fiercely, "I don't want to be hospitalized!"

Song Yuheng was worried about irritating him, so he had to stop, and he softened his voice, "Good morning, listen to uncle, we will be hospitalized for treatment, and we will be discharged soon."

"I heard it all. You are going to lock me up in the hospital. I don't want to be hospitalized." Song Chenchen's eyes were red, and she looked at Song Yuheng pleadingly, "Uncle, I will definitely not let myself get hurt in the future, I will protect myself .”

Song Yuheng looked at him distressedly, "Chenchen, there is uncle accompanying you in the hospital, we are not afraid."

Song Chenchen shook his head frantically, "I don't want to be hospitalized, I don't want to be hospitalized!"

He grew up in the hospital since he was a child. When he didn't remember anything, he watched his mother rely on ventilators and tubes to maintain her life. At that time, he didn't know how to be afraid.

Later, he often went in and out of the hospital. Many people were admitted to the hospital crying, and were sent to the cold morgue soon after.

He has bumped into it countless times, and he is also afraid that he will live in it. The cold morgue will be his destination.

Song Chenchen's resistance was too fierce, Song Yuheng tried to appease him all the time, but with little effect.

Song Weiwei's eyes were wet and dry, dry and wet, and the thick spectacle frames were covered with fog. Looking at the resisting Song Chenchen, she felt despair and pain in her heart.

"Chenchen, we will be discharged from the hospital after we defeat the white blood cells, okay?"

Song Chenchen cried heart-rendingly, and he threw himself into Song Weiwei's arms, "Mum, look, I'm healthy, I'm fine, I don't want to be in the hospital, I like the sky outside, I like the air outside, I don't like disinfection The smell of water."

"But Chenchen is ill," Song Weiwei's vision blurred. "If Chenchen doesn't receive treatment, she won't be able to see Mommy in the future, and Mommy won't be able to see you either. Are you willing?"

Song Chenchen kept crying, repeating the phrase "I don't want to be hospitalized".

The mother and son hugged each other and cried into a ball. Song Yuheng stood beside him feeling extremely distressed. He didn't expect that Chenchen, who was always well-behaved and sensible, would have such a big rebound today.

Is he scared too?

The nurse standing next to her couldn't help but her eyes were red. Even though she was used to seeing life and death, she would still feel sad every time she encountered such a thing.

No matter how Song Chenchen resisted, Song Weiwei went through the hospitalization procedures for him and put Chenchen in the ward. Song Yuheng said, "Song Song, you stay here with Chenchen. I'll go back to Langji International to pack and change his clothes."

Song Weiwei looked at Sapo tired Song Chenchen who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, she stood up, "I'll go, I just want to get some clothes for a change."

Song Yuheng looked at her worriedly, "Otherwise, I will ask He Lanzhou to pick you up, I don't feel at ease with your appearance."

"It's okay, brother, I'm okay." Song Weiwei looked at Song Chenchen, picked up her backpack and walked out of the ward.

Song Yuheng was worried and sent her all the way to the gate of the hospital. After watching her get in a taxi, he turned back to the inpatient building and called Song's mother.

The phone was connected quickly, and Song's mother asked: "Yuheng, when will you come back, I have already asked the servant to clean up the room, and the quilt has been taken out to dry for several days, and the warm sunshine smell is what Chenchen likes the most." gone."

Song Yuheng's throat tightened, "Mom, we're not going back."

"Ah," Song's mother was surprised, "didn't you agree to come back? Why didn't you come back? I haven't seen my good grandson for two months, and Song Song, she didn't call us Phone, is this kid still blaming us?"

Song Yuheng clenched his hands into fists against his lips, and coughed lightly, "Song Song can't, she's just busy."

"Oh, I also know, it's just that she doesn't call us all the time, and we are afraid of disturbing her. There is such a relationship between mother and daughter, Yuheng, please be nice to your sister, don't make her feel that she is the only one, we They are still by her side." Mother Song said.

Tears welled up in Song Yuheng's eyes, and he replied in a low voice, "I know, don't worry, Song Song and Chenchen are fine."

"What about Chenchen's illness?" Mother Song hesitated.

Song Yuheng took a deep breath, not wanting Song's mother to hear the strangeness in his voice, "It's under control, don't worry, Beicheng is the capital, and the medical equipment here is advanced, and the medical technology is also top-notch, Chenchen will cure it. "

"Then let's go and see their mothers?"

Song Yuheng quickly said: "No, you don't need to come, Yuan Zhuo will come in a few days, Song Song is busy receiving you, but lost the rest time."

Song's mother was persuaded by him, and after a few more words of advice, she hung up the phone.

Song Yuheng was leaning against the fence of the air corridor, holding the mobile phone in his hand, his fingertips were faintly pale, and his handsome face was full of sadness.

But he couldn't let himself be depressed, so he went to the hematology department to discuss the specific treatment plan with Director Liu and the others.

Song Weiwei returned to the apartment and opened the door. Half-slanted sunlight came in from the window. The room was empty. She walked in with her tired body, fell down on the sofa, and stared at the dust floating in the air.

Her mood was ups and downs today, and at this moment, it seemed that all her vitality had been sucked out, and her eyes were as empty as a rag doll.

After a long time, she got up and went to the children's room to pack her things.

She packed up Chenchen's change of clothes, as well as his favorite quilt, and took a few books he usually liked to read and put them in the luggage bag.

She took everything she thought she could bring with her in the room. Being busy could save her from anxiety, but as long as she stopped, despair would eat away at her heart.

She walked into the living room, looked at the easel by the French windows, thought that Chenchen would sit here obediently and draw pictures, and wondered when he would be able to use the easel again, she couldn't help feeling sad.

She covered her eyes, squatted down slowly, and broke down crying bitterly.

The weakness of adults is only a moment. After crying bitterly, they still have to stand up and move on, with endless life and footsteps.

Song Weiwei went out with her packed things, her phone vibrated, she looked down at the caller ID, a flash of hatred flashed in her eyes.

She hung up the phone harshly.

Two seconds later, the call came again. She took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and fired like a machine gun, "I'm very busy now, so I don't have time to play with you. If you have something to say, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Li Baihan: "..."

After a while, he finally said, "What's the matter with your voice, are you crying?"