So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

"An Yi, you can't do this. Yangyang is strong and you have to be strong. Your emotions and mood can easily affect Yangyang. He is different from ordinary children, and his thinking is like an adult."

Pei Yifeng told Lu Anyi half intimidatingly and half factually, Lu Anyi weighed in her heart, indeed, this morning Lu Zhenyang already suspected her illness, and it was because every time he saw that she couldn't help but cry.

It seems that she really has to be as strong as the doctor and Pei Yifeng said. Looking up at the sun directly above, she couldn't keep her eyes open, and the strong sunlight made her eyes moist.

Praying silently in her heart, if there is a miracle, it must happen quickly. She really doesn't know how long she can survive. She looks at the mothers of those sick children with tears all day long.

She felt that they were already strong enough, and if Lu Zhenyang really reached the level of their children, she was afraid that she would have fallen down first. [

Early the next morning, the doctor announced that all the examination results came out, and the condition deteriorated and became acute. This expected result still dealt a heavy blow to Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng.

The hospital looked for contacts everywhere, and tried their best to help Lu Zhenyang find a suitable bone marrow. In addition, Yuan Ling also found contacts outside the city and entrusted them to large hospitals in other places.

Contributing to Lu Zhenyang's joint efforts made Lu Anyi's attitude and views towards Yuan Ling gradually change. One person still cares about another person's life, no matter whether that life has anything to do with her, it can prove her The heart is not so cruel.

Time passed day by day, and for Lu Zhenyang, a day's delay would be more dangerous. Every day in the ward, he cried out that his legs hurt and his whole body hurt. Lu Anyi's tears had been quietly shed behind her back.

One month has passed, everyone who knows people and has a relationship has come to accompany the bone marrow one by one, and the miracle has not happened to the people around him.

Zhang Yang and Liu Xizi would bring Zhang Mofei to the hospital to see Lu Zhenyang every once in a while. Zhang Mofei was like a chatterbox when seeing Lu Zhenyang, always talking endlessly to make him happy.

Zhang Yang and Pei Yifeng sat on the sofa and told Pei Yifeng about the company's situation in recent days. Now the product that Lu's just upgraded is already in production. Pei Yifeng will finish all these tasks in the hospital and let Zhang Yang or Lao Qiu to execute.

It was winter, and the heating was turned on in the ward. Zhang Mofei's short hair was designed according to Liu Xizi's hobby. Her chubby little face was fried red like an apple, pink and tender.

On the hospital bed, Lu Zhenyang lost a lot of weight. He half-lyed and half leaned on the head of the bed, looking at Zhang Mofei's chattering little mouth, frowning as if he was bored, but he didn't speak to stop him.

From time to time, he would crack his lips and smile again. Only Lu Zhenyang's kid could make this full set of expressions. Even his father could at most pretend to be calm and frown, but he would never show boredom at the same time.

For a long time, Zhang Mofei wanted to continue talking about her heroic deeds in the kindergarten, but Lu Zhenyang opened his lips to stop, "Are you tired? If you are tired, let my mother pour you some boiling water for a rest."

Zhang Mofei shook her head and said, "I'm not tired at all, are you tired?"

After she finished speaking, she walked to Lu Zhenyang's bedside, held Lu Zhenyang's little hand with her small hand, and looked at Lu Zhenyang with her big watery eyes blinking, with a hint of distress in her eyes.