The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

Since she can remember, she has struggled with this terrible reality. Twenty or thirty years have passed, and now, she can finally face the "vicious spirit" from childhood to adulthood...

His kidneys are in good condition, his life is happy and happy, but his only hope is about to go out——if the son of the "leader" dies, he will be finished.

She didn't even feel sympathy, but a faint pleasure in her heart.

Really, it is pleasure.

She knew that, in fact, it was immoral. As a doctor, one should not gloat over terminally ill patients for any reason or purpose—but doctors are not saints.At this moment, the famous Fang Likun also became gloomy - not gloating at Ming Ming - but gloating at Da Zhuang.

She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't restrain the evil thoughts inherent in human beings.She had been waiting for this moment, in fact, for a long time.She longed for this moment when her mother was chased by Xiao Sanwei; she longed for this moment when she was kicked on the head by a big boot; Cursing loudly for the injustice of the heavens for the second time—asking the heavens, why didn’t this moment come sooner?

So, this day has really come.

However, it was not as happy as expected.

Years ago, she thought she would buy firecrackers to set off, sing loudly, and thank God.

But at this moment, he felt faintly sad—it wasn't entirely the fault of that brat—it was Fang Dazhuang, the irresponsible father who made that brat become like this.

Excessive pampering has turned into excessive doting, which is why it brings great disaster.If he hadn't chased after the girl obviously, hadn't fallen down, and hadn't been cut by a stone...at least, he could live for a long time.

But the complications had already broken out, and Immortal Da Luo couldn't do anything about it.

Seeing his daughter's silence for a long time, Fang Dazhuang's heart was agitated and he was almost desperate, but he was still cheeky and cautious: "Daughter, do you know the best doctor in this field?"

She finally spoke, slowly: "This disease has reached the late stage..."

"Daughter, please think of a way. You can do it. You saved Mr. Qu from such a serious illness... Please..."

She was still calm: "My father has a brain problem, which is different from Mingming's."

My father—Fang Dazhuang looked at her, but felt that the phrase "my father" was so natural and smooth, and he didn't even feel that there was anything wrong——

However, he has no mood or energy to struggle with this title at all—he is helpless and pitiful, like a gambler who spends his last bit of capital, hoping to win a big deal that he knows is impossible transport.

However, terminal illness is the bane of all gamblers.

If luck could win, there would be no need for doctors in the world.Even Fang Likun has no choice.

She was still indifferent: "In this world, even the most powerful doctor can't bring back the real terminal illness. If the doctor is really that powerful, cancer and the like will not be daunting to everyone. Perhaps, one day, new special effects will be developed. medicine, and truly overcome the incurable disease in one fell swoop, but it is not enough today, no one has made such a major contribution today..."