I'm a good man [quick wear]

"Um."

*

The next day.

The cancer inpatient department of the hospital has a VIP ward on the upper floor, as well as specialized nurses and caregivers.

Ji Yang met Zhang Hao after just over half a month. He had matured a lot and was no longer the careless person he was before. He dyed his hair black and cut it short, and wore a suit and tie.

When he saw Ji Yang, there seemed to be a hint of emotion in his eyes, and then he squeezed out a smile, "Brother Ji, you're here, and you came here specifically."

"Don't be so polite. I know there is no shortage of anything here. It would be interesting to buy some oranges." Ji Yang handed over the bag.

The red bag contained four kilograms of oranges that he bought from the hospital entrance for seven yuan a kilogram.

"Thank you." Zhang Hao took it, his behavior became much more stable, "Come in, my dad is awake."

Ji Yang walked in.

Father Zhang was wearing an oxygen mask. He used to be a prosperous man, but now he was only skin and bones. His consciousness was becoming clear and blurred, and he slept on the bed.

The cold machine was buzzing. Zhang Hao put the orange on the bedside and called him softly, "Dad, Brother Ji is here to see you."

In the past, he fought tooth and nail with Father Zhang, jumping up and down like a monkey, but now he tries his best to be gentle.

Father Zhang tried his best to open his eyes, looked at Ji Yang, and struggled to sit up.

"Lie down." Ji Yang walked over, pulled up a chair and sat aside, "Just lie down."

Father Zhang fell asleep again, his chest rising and falling slightly, and he was breathing heavily.

Zhang Hao looked at the sheet on the bedside and stood up, "Brother Ji, please sit down first while I go to the doctor."

"Go ahead."

He looked hurriedly and walked out again. Father Zhang looked at Ji Yang and spoke.

Ji Yang couldn't hear clearly and sat closer, "What did you say?"

"Look...look...has he grown up a little?" Father Zhang said and half-closed his eyes again, tried his best to open them, and smiled weakly.

His face looked very pleased.

Ji Yang looked at the door, and when he turned back, he nodded twice and raised his voice slightly, "Yes, I should go to the doctor to discuss what medicine to give you and see what medicine is best."

Father Zhang exhaled, smiled, shook his head slightly, and said feebly, "It's useless."

Before Ji Yang could speak, he added, "The doctors... all told me that there is no cure."

"You have to watch him grow up a little, and he will still be a dabbler." Ji Yang looked at him and spoke slowly.

Father Zhang's eyes were a little red, "Take your time, it doesn't matter..."

After saying a few words, he was so tired that he closed his eyes. He moved his hands twice, and then he no longer had any strength.

After a while, Ji Yang walked out again and saw Zhang Hao squatting alone in the corridor. He was sitting on the ground without any image, with his head lowered and smoking. There was already a cigarette butt next to him.

When he noticed Ji Yang coming out, he raised his head, pursed his lips, and took another breath, "Is my dad asleep?"

"Um."

Zhang Hao pressed his tongue against his back molars, then lowered his head and said no more.

"Your dad is sick. If you don't want to take over the company, you have to take over. I think you're pretty good like this." Ji Yang looked at him and said, "You do look like a human being."

Zhang Hao smiled, and his eyes became moist when he smiled. He didn't want to look at Ji Yang anymore and turned his head to the side.

After a while, my shoulders began to shake.

Ji Yang didn't say anything and sat down next to him.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Hao buried his head and began to choke, "Brother Ji, I'm scared."

Father Zhang can't delay for long, he will soon become a child without a father.

Once his parents left, there was no one in front of him, and that was when he began to look death in the eye.

Ji Yang put his hand on his shoulder. He actually didn't know how to comfort him. He patted him twice and said, "Be with your dad."

Zhang Hao looked at the door of the ward and pounded the floor several times with his clenched fists.

That powerlessness eroded him.

*

Father Zhang left three days later.

The disease was very dangerous and left him no room for injury. From onset to death, it only took a few months.

Zhang Hao cried like a child at the funeral, calling "Dad" again and again.

Ji Yang looked at Zhang's father's portrait, then suddenly the phone call he received before rang, and then looked at Zhang Hao.

Grow up slowly, Zhang’s father also paved the way for him.

*

"Come on, come on, Jin Jin, give the clothes to dad and let him help you put them on. Mom will dry the clothes."

"Wear this or this?" Cao Jin took out two sets of clothes, and Xiao Jinjin pointed to the dark blue princess dress on the right.

She gave the clothes to her daughter and called after her, "Husband, help her get dressed, the time is coming."

"The clothes haven't been dried yet."

After saying that, he hurried out again, took out the clothes from the washing machine, and came back with several pieces of clothes.

Ji Yang was still leisurely, but she was so anxious that she quickly took Xiao Jinjin's schoolbag, helped her prepare milk and clothes, and put the needed things into her own bag.

After doing everything, she turned around and saw Ji Yang hadn't changed yet, "What are you doing? We agreed to sign the contract at ten o'clock. If you don't go, it will be too late."

"What's the rush?" He was always tepid.

Cao Jin had no choice but to put the contract in her bag. She was busy with all the big and small things at home, but Ji Yang just muddle along.

An acute person has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, while a chronic person doesn't care about anything.

Cao Jin urged while looking at his watch. After waiting for another ten minutes, Ji Yang finished cleaning up. She had already trotted out and pressed the elevator button.

There was no way, she had a strong sense of time. Ji Yang was pulled by her the whole time and got into the car. He was still in the mood to play games with Xiao Jinjin.

Cao Jin was driving, Ji Yang was sitting in the passenger seat, and Xiao Jinjin was sitting in the child's chair. Both father and daughter could sing along and have fun for a long time.

At this time, Cao Jin would relax from his anxious mood, and the corners of his mouth would rise as he listened to the conversation between the two.