Orphan Road King [Esports]

It takes three hours to drive back to Ningbo from Shanghai without traffic jams.

Lao Su advised You Song to hurry up and take a rest for these three hours, because such a big incident happened at home, and he would definitely not be able to sleep when he got home.

You Song knew that what he said was reasonable, but he really didn't feel sleepy at all.

He tried to call his father, but he still couldn't get through. It must have happened suddenly, and he never thought of releasing his rebellious young son from the blacklist.

As for the fuck...

He flipped through the five-minute-plus call record last month, as well as the few subsequent calls he failed to get through, and finally pressed down and tried to make a call with the intention of giving it a try.

As a result, to his surprise, what came from the handset was not the "the number you dialed is in progress, please dial later" which he had just heard, but the beep sound during a normal call.

You Song held up his phone, unable to believe his ears for a moment.

The next moment, the beep ended and the phone was picked up.

"Hello." Undoubtedly, it was his father.

You Song: "...how is Mom?"

His father said in a weary voice, "You know."

"What's the matter?" He asked again, "I'll be there in about three hours. What time is the operation tomorrow?"

"What else can I do? I'm hanging on the water and waiting for the operation." His father paused for a moment after saying this, "It's useless for you to come back, so why bother."

You Song didn't want to quarrel with his father at this time, so he didn't say much, he only said that he would go directly to the hospital when he arrived, and let his father take a break by the way to refresh himself.

Although his father stabbed him, he didn't want to teach him a lesson at this moment, and responded indiscriminately.

After the answer, the father and son fell into silence, not knowing what else to say.

This is not uncommon in You Song's growth process, or to be more accurate, their father and son have always been relatively silent.

It's just that no matter how hard I could find something to say in the past, I wouldn't suffer as much as I do now.

You Song leaned on the back of the chair, took a deep breath, and finally broke the silence on his own initiative, saying that you also pay attention to your body, and I will talk about the rest when I come back.

There was a short hum from the receiver, followed by a click, which turned into a busy tone.

After hanging up the phone, You Song realized that Wu Quan had sent him a WeChat message when he just got in the car.

Wu Quan told him to go home and watch his mother. On the team side, everyone understood and was willing to give him a longer vacation, even if he missed the last two regular season games.

You Song replied thank you, and after sending it out, he remembered what everyone was doing before leaving, and apologized solemnly, and asked Wu Quan to convey it to everyone.

Wu Quan said it's all right, no one blames you, you just concentrate on visiting your mother these two days.

[WuQuan: Just after the operation, the announcement of the second team's top laner has been sent out, and tomorrow you can use that kid to sign up for the big list]

[Praise: Good]

The conversation between the master and the apprentice has reached this point, and there is no further.

But You Song still couldn't sleep for a while as Lao Su advised. He sat there and couldn't help opening the search every few minutes to see what patients or family members who had seen the same tumor said.

Seeing that the result is not good, he will subconsciously turn it off again, and then silently say no, his mother will never do this.

After going back and forth like this for three hours, he finally arrived in Ningbo.

Old Su sent him to the gate of the hospital and said: "The team asked me to sleep in Ningbo for one night before going back. I should find a hotel nearby to sleep in later, or I will open one for you too?"

You Song shook his head and said no.

"My house is nearby, and I can go home and sleep at any time." After speaking, he caught a glimpse of the figure at the entrance of the hospital and almost froze, "Dad..."

It was past two o'clock in the morning, and the entrance of the hospital was very deserted. There was only one person standing there, waiting for something, and it couldn't be more conspicuous.

Old Su also saw it: "That's your dad? OK, then I can rest assured."

You Song hurriedly thanked him, got out of the car quickly, and ran towards the figure.

That was indeed his father, and he did not admit his mistake.

"Is it the staff of your team who sent you back?" His father saw him get off the bus, waited for him to approach, and asked.

"Yeah." He nodded, and then found that his father still had a cigarette in his hand, so he couldn't help but say, "Stop smoking, it's not good for your health."

His mother said this before, but his father, as a 40-year-old smoker, would frown every time he heard it.

You Song thought it would be the same this time, but he didn't think that the next moment, his father extinguished the cigarette, threw it into the trash can beside him, and said, "I didn't smoke a few, just wanted to refresh myself."

"...You don't have to come out to pick me up." He lowered his eyes and said.

"I can't sleep anyway." After throwing the cigarette, his father looked at him for a while, as if examining his team uniform.

If it was at any other time, You Song would not be afraid at all, and would not pay attention to this kind of scrutiny at all.

But tonight is so special, he didn't want to have any conflicts with his family, so he took the initiative to explain: "I was in a hurry when I left, and I didn't have time to change my clothes."

"Yeah." The tired voice paused, "Let's go, take a look at your mother, then go home, take a shower and sleep for a while."

You Song wants to say that it is okay not to go home, he can stay in the hospital all the time, anyway, he is used to staying up late.

But his father only glanced at him and guessed what he wanted to say. Before he could speak, he said again: "You are not a doctor, and staying in the hospital can't make your mother have an early operation. You can sleep when you should."

"..."

"And the smell of sweat, can you bear it?"

You Song was startled.

He didn't even realize that his clothes were soaked in sweat, but when his father said this, he seemed to reconnect his five senses on the spot, felt the sticky feeling of wet clothes sticking to his body, and also smelled the smell that made him feel sick. I don't like the smell.

So just now his dad stared at his clothes, not because he was wearing a CNG team uniform, but because the T-shirt was soaked through, thinking that he must be unbearable as a clean freak?

He stood there blankly, his eyes suddenly sore.

His father frowned, and said reproachfully, "What are you doing in a daze, go and see your mother first."

After all, he strode in.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, hummed with a choked throat, then quickly followed and walked into the gate of the inpatient department.