You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 348 I Still Need You
"Sorry, he is very weak now, I can only give you a few minutes."

As soon as Romien's voice fell, Devon struggled to explain: "It's not what you think, I was robbed, those three little bastards came out of nowhere, punched and kicked me, and took my body All things, I was supposed to go to your wedding yesterday, I got my tuxedo and toast ready, but I was lying in the hospital"

His son, Michael Devin, seemed to be unbearable, his eyes glowed with anger, it was mist, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears: "You have never appeared on any important occasion in my life, and now you Think I will believe your nonsense? You were robbed? Dor.Mo saved you? No, you just gambled until you had no money to pay off your debts, and you were beaten up by your creditors!"

"No, no, that's not it!" Devin retorted bitterly, "I didn't gamble, I didn't have any debts, I was robbed!"

Michael roared: "When will you understand? There is no medicine for regret in the world!"

"Michael, enough is enough, okay?" It seems unrealistic for the wife to try to appease the husband's anger. He is still full of anger. This is an erupting volcano.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry."

The old man who was nearly seventy years old was unable to express his apology in other ways. He shook his head and said in pain.

"You always say you're sorry!" His apology fueled Michael's anger like oily water, "You just say you're sorry!"

Romijn stepped forward to stand in front of Michael: "You make your wife very sad, you shouldn't do this!"

Michael yelled, "She's not my wife now, that's the point! She should have been my wife, because he didn't show up! He did this to me on the biggest day of my life, he always does, he's a goddamn bastard!"

"No, I am not"

Michael is out of control: "That's my wedding!!!"

A number of medical staff stepped forward to pull Michael away and took him out of the intensive care unit. The situation was out of control.

"You rotten old fellow, why don't you die?"

Human beings who have lost their minds can say anything, even in front of their parents.

Devon wanted to get up and explain clearly to his son, but he had no extra strength to get up from the bed. Romien comforted him: "Okay, you need to rest, lie down, Henry."

"I was really robbed!" he said bitterly.

Mo Mengchen witnessed the whole process from outside.

Then, he turned around and went back to the office to rest.

It happens a lot in hospitals, and people have the most violent outbursts when they are most vulnerable.

Some of these emotions will move you to tears, others will bring tears to your eyes, always extreme, always.

But what kind of anger is it that makes his son yell, "Why don't you die" in a voice that everyone can hear?
An hour later, the staff who went out brought back Devon's tuxedo and the toast in it.

"This will prove that Henry is not lying," Romijn said.

"So what? Anger is not accumulated in a day." Mo Mengchen seemed indifferent to the whole matter, "Do you think his anger is only because of this incident?"

"But they are father and son, not enemies. Blood dissolves in water." Romien didn't believe that there would really be a father and son who wished each other to die. "How much resentment can there be?"

At noon, Mo Mengchen decided to stay in the hospital, although he could only wander around and could do nothing else.

Even so, he enjoys his job very much.

Wandering in the hospital is better than suffering from a cold at home.

Another advantage of staying in the hospital is that you don't have to be Ephraim's guinea pig, let Adrian try that X-factor-like chocolate cake, and hope he can give his sister a good review.

Evening
Mo Mengchen got up and wanted to have dinner when he saw the tuxedo on the table.

And the letter paper with the toast written on it.

It's impolite to peek at other people's things, but he was curious, what kind of toast would an old man who had lived such a failed life write?

This toast was less than a hundred words long, and all Mo Mengchen saw was regret.

He seemed full of regret.

Mo Mengchen thought of his grandfather, Mo Yuanhang. Of course he was not as failed as Dai Wen, but his relationship with his family was also very bad. His meanness and sternness put pressure on everyone who got along with him. .

Until the last moment, the impression Mo Yuanhang left on his family's wife and children was still severe.

When he got old, when his life came to the end, he finally turned into a gentle and kind old man, but only Mo Mengchen——Mo Mengchen from another time and space witnessed this change.

Until the end, he failed to make a change in front of his family.

How much should his regret be?
Mo Mengchen stood up, picked up his tuxedo and walked out.

Sometimes he gets confused.

In this world, he has no relatives, and he hasn't even fully integrated into the role of Mo Mengchen. He just keeps finding things for himself to do.

There is a special family area in the intensive care unit. Today, there are only Michael and Isa in the family area.

They have been staying here, not in the mood to eat.

"Michael, he's your father," Isa said.

Michael's mood stabilized a lot: "Yes, my father bankrupted my family when I was very young."

"My mother and I can only live in the shelter, crowded with a bunch of homeless people." Michael said.

The wife shook her head and said in disbelief, "You never told me about this."

"Let's go and finish our wedding," Michael said.

Yisha didn't know how to answer, she turned her eyes and saw Mo Mengchen.

Michael also looked back.

If it was any other time, they would be very excited when they saw Mo Mengchen himself, but at this moment, let alone Mo Mengchen, even if Michael Jackson appeared in front of them, they would not have any reaction.

"Is something wrong?" Michael asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It sounds like you do have a very bad father."

"I also had a very bad grandfather." Mo Mengchen said, "He always had a stern face. We haven't spoken to each other for many years, but then he got better and passed away."

"Mo, I've watched your games and listened to your songs. You may be an excellent doctor, but I don't think you are qualified to tell me these principles of life." Michael said calmly.

"Do not."

Mo Mengchen held up the tuxedo, "I just want to hand over your father's things to you."

Michael took the bag and could tell it was a piece of clothing even though it had a hazy appearance.

Michael took out the clothes inside, a brand new black tuxedo.

"He was going to our wedding," Isha said.

"This is your father's toast, I'm sorry, I read it." Mo Mengchen handed the letter to Michael, "He seems to have a lot of regrets, and the only one who doesn't make him regret is you."

Mo Mengchen turned around and said no more, many childhood scenes suddenly flashed in his mind.

Not his childhood, but Mo Mengchen's childhood.

Those things flew by like pieces of paper.

How to learn how to play basketball, how to represent the Melbourne youth team to win the championship, and how Mo Yuanhang objected, all emerged clearly.

"Do I need to find myself?"

Mo Mengchen found a noodle restaurant outside.

This was the first time he found a noodle restaurant casually, without bringing any sterilized tableware.

Because Mo Mengchen didn't have this habit in the past.

After dinner, Mo Mengchen went to Sievers' office to watch TV.

Everyone is busy, but he, the best doctor in the hospital, is so bored to watch some talk shows that even the most boring people would not watch.

Romien walked in hastily: "Doctor Mo, Henry Devon is bleeding heavily, has trouble breathing, and needs surgery!"

"He is your patient." Mo Mengchen stared at the TV intently.

Romijn turned around and quickly ran to the operating room.

After a few minutes, Sievers came in angrily, saying that he had seen Javi Tevdhanla again in the hospital.

"Why is he always in the hospital?" Sievers raged. "How does he get sick every day?"

Mo Mengchen looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, so he switched to the EPSN sports channel, he wanted to watch tonight's game in front of the TV.

"This shows that he really loves you, you can consider accepting his love." Mo Mengchen joked.

"Go to hell with him!" Severus suddenly turned into a grumpy elder sister.

However, Sievers did look more and more beautiful. She had long wine-red hair. With her already gorgeous face and long hair over her shoulders, she looked like a queen. No wonder Yawei Chaosi evening thought.

At nine o'clock, the game starts on time.

Without Mo Mengchen, the Pistons will focus on eagle offense tonight, which means that Hill will get a lot of points. Coupled with the indirect rebound strategy, if the teammates work hard, it is very possible to score a large triple-double with 40 points.

However, halfway through the first quarter, Alan Houston got a ruthless elbow from Malone, and his blood spattered the field.

This blow disrupted the arrangement of the pistons, and everyone except Hill seemed to be taken aback.

On the offensive end, Ratliff couldn't cover the Jazz's insider Ostertag, nor could he defend Malone's offense. If you win, it's not enough to watch.

In the second half, Ben Wallace emerged as a sudden force and sent out big caps in consecutive defenses. There was a volleyball cap against Malone that completely boosted the team's momentum.

Big Ben's lively play saw Ratliff benched for the full third quarter.

This match will intensify the competition between the two.

After Hill hit a three-pointer at the buzzer, the two sides tied, and the suspense of the game dragged to the fourth quarter.

Alan Houston retired due to injury, and Barkley didn't feel good. Hill's offense and Wallace's defense alone could not make the Pistons win.

In the end, the Pistons regrettably lost the game due to lack of firepower.

Hill Kong scored 39 points, 15 rebounds and 8 assists.

This idiot probably misses me a lot.

It's a pity that communication is not very convenient now, otherwise Mo Mengchen would really like to call him.

At the end of the game, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the players had to be interviewed, and the coaches had to hold a meeting in the locker room. All these seventy-seven and eight-eighth things were done, and it took at least an hour.

Mo Mengchen turned off the TV and took the elevator down the building.

Remembering that I still left something in the office, I had to go back and get it.

This road inevitably passed through the intensive care unit, and Henry Devon's surgery should have been completed.

He passed the custodial room and met Michael and his wife.

"Doctor Mo, my father."

"You asked the wrong person, he is not my patient." Mo Mengchen was not used to having close contact with the patient's family, so he glanced at Dai Wen in the intensive care unit, "But since the operation was successful, you can be more optimistic, the situation is not that bad Oops."

"You can also go in and see him." Mo Mengchen suggested.

Michael took one look at his father in the intensive care unit, visiting sick relatives. It was such a simple step, but it seemed impossible for him to take this step.

He finally made it out of this step.

Opening the door of the intensive care unit, his fiancee followed behind him, and Michael walked up to his unconscious father.

"Dad."

"I saw your tuxedo," Michael said, not caring whether he could hear it, "it's beautiful."

"I saw this too."

He took Devon's toast out of his pocket.

"You actually wrote the toast?" Michael said with a smile, "You have never liked to speak in front of people, you are not used to being the center of attention, I always think you have public speaking phobia, it seems that you have overcome it .”

"for me."

Michael spread out the folded toast and slowly sat down beside his father.

He looked at the toast, obviously he had read it many times, and had feelings of one kind or another, but those feelings were not as strong as they are now.

The man who wrote the letter was lying in front of him, unconscious.

Is it too late to say something now?
"Michael," he read, "I remember when you were a little kid, you followed me everywhere I went, you never wanted to be by my side, and sometimes you got mad at me for being naughty. Crazy, you can't imagine how naughty you were, but I enjoyed those times."

Mo Mengchen noticed that Devon had some reactions.

He twisted his neck and his eyes seemed to open.

"You are my son and I am proud to be your father."

"But you don't seem to need me anymore, you haven't said for many years that when you grow up, you want to be like me"

"On the contrary, you have become... the person I want to be."

Michael squeezed the toast, and found that his father had already held his hand.

"I still need you!" he cried.

"Did you hear that? I still need you!"

Father and son held hands together, the son was crying, and the warmth in the intensive care room could not be mixed with any kind of emotion, even Michael's fiancee could only watch from the sidelines.

Mo Mengchen wrapped the scarf around his neck and left quietly.

He drove back to Garleton's apartment alone.

The door of room 250.

Mo Mengchen opened the door and found that Ephraim and Adrian were asleep on the sofa, and the second season of "Seinfeld" was playing on the TV.

He first picked up Adrian, took out the 280 key from the cabinet, brought him back to the room, and then returned to 250 to pick up Ephraim.

Ephraim woke up: "I made chocolate cake."

"Is it delicious?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim buried her face in Mo Mengchen's chest: "Adrian said I've never made such a delicious thing."

"Then I must give it a try." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.

Mo Mengchen carried Ephraim back to the room, covered the quilt, went to the kitchen, took out the chocolate cake from the refrigerator, took out the knife and fork, cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

The extreme sweetness almost melted his teeth.

"Damn brat!"

Mo Mengchen could simply imagine how disgusting Adrian's face would be when he woke up tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)