doctor girl

Chapter 859 Can't Remember!
Zhang Memo was waiting on Mrs. Deng while wiping the tears that flowed from her eyes.

"The old lady's memory is getting worse and worse now. Most of the things she remembers now are from the past. On the contrary, she seems to remember less things in recent years."

Han Shuhao's eyes showed surprise, "Did Xiao Ting say what's going on with my mother's illness?"

Zhang Memo nodded slightly, "Ms. Zhang Ting said that what the old lady has is Alzheimer's disease. In the future, the old lady's memory will become worse and worse. Maybe at that time, she will not even be able to remember people." gone."

Han Shuhao knelt on the ground after listening to what Zhang Momo said, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Things have come to such a serious point.

"Shuhao, where is Xiner? Where is she? I haven't seen her for a long time." Mrs. Deng continued to hold Han Shuhao's hand and kept asking her about her dead daughter.

Han Shuhao was stunned for a while, then slowly recovered, looked at Mrs. Deng, and replied softly, "Mother, Xin'er is at home, she hasn't come here, I'll bring her to see you another day, okay?"

"Okay, you must bring her to see me. I'm sick. It seems that my illness is incurable. I don't know when I will go to hell to find her father." Mrs. Deng said slowly I closed my eyes.

After a while, Mrs. Deng, who closed her eyes, slowly fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Zhang Memo stepped forward to help Mrs. Deng cover the quilt.

outside.

Han Shuhao asked Zhang Momo about the current situation of Mrs. Deng.

"You mean, my mother's memory is very confused. Sometimes she remembers the past, and sometimes she remembers the present."

"Yes, the old lady is like this now, uncle, when you get along with the old lady in the future, try to follow her words and don't provoke her." Zhang Momo begged Han Shuhao solemnly.

Han Shuhao glanced inside, "I know, isn't this a big deal? Even if you don't tell me, I won't provoke my mother."

Come out from Mrs. Deng's side.

Han Shuhao met Zhang Ting who was drinking tea in the hall.

"Have you finished watching Mrs. Deng?" Zhang Ting looked at Han Shuhao who walked in and asked.

"I just chatted with my mother for a while, and she fell asleep, Xiao Ting, you know, my mother just asked me where my heart is, she, she doesn't remember about Xin'er." Han Shuhao rubbed With a face on his own, his voice sounded very unbelievable.

Zhang Ting sighed and poured him a cup of tea as he sat down.

"Let's have a sip of tea first, after driving for so long, moisten your throat." Zhang Ting put the tea next to his right hand.

Han Shuhao glanced at it, but didn't move.

How could he be in the mood to drink tea now?

"The old lady suffers from Alzheimer's disease. Her disease is only mild now, and it will become more and more serious in the future. Even in the future, she will forget about defecation and defecation." Zhang Ting said helplessly about the cruel ending.

Han Shuhao looked up at Zhang Ting, "Could it be that even you can't cure my mother's illness?"

"Do you think I don't want to? If I have a way, I will do my best to heal Mrs. Deng. However, Mrs. Deng's disease is incurable now, and we can only use Drugs are used to slowly slow down the acceleration of Mrs. Deng's disease."

Han Shuhao hugged his head and said with a painful face, "I owe my mother and my heart too much, I am sorry for their mother and daughter."

Zhang Ting, who was sitting on the side, looked at Han Shuhao who was holding his head tightly in pain, and sighed forcefully, "If you really feel that you owe Mrs. Deng and the others, you can help them take care of Xiaobao. It's Xiao Bao who is worried."

"I will, I will." Han Shuhao continued to hold his head, talking to himself alone.

In the following days, Han Shuhao began to live in Hao's house for a long time to accompany Mrs. Deng's remaining days.

Looking at Mrs. Deng who had a happy smile on her face because of the company of her family, Zhang Ting felt a little comforted.

Another half a month passed in a flash.

These days, apart from visiting various profitable workshops, Zhang Ting spends most of his time at home with his family.

Especially the three of them jumping.In the past half month, Dong'er and Bei'er's walking posture has become more and more stable, and the two little guys have also spoken a lot more fluently.

"Where is my godson? Where is he? Hurry up and let me hug him." Outside the gate of Hao's house, Mo Zixuan's voice like a bandit drifted into Hao's house.

Soon, under the leadership of his servants, Mo Zixuan entered Hao's house.

Finally, on the floor in the hall, he saw his godson whom he had missed for a long time.

"Godson, I'm your godfather, do you remember godfather?" Mo Zixuan strode towards Bei'er who was walking on the ground and hugged him.

Having not seen this godfather for such a long time, Bei'er has long since forgotten about him.

Now seeing a strange uncle hugging him and not letting him go, the little guy cried immediately, calling Zhang Ting while crying.

"Cool, cool." While crying, Bei'er looked for Zhang Ting.

Mo Zixuan, who was holding Bei'er, listened to Bei'er's cry, and was stunned for a while.

Immediately after realizing that this godson didn't recognize him anymore, Mo Zixuan stared at the crying Bei'er with a dejected expression on his face, "Bei'er, look at me, I'm your godfather, I've fed you before Where are you eating?"

Bei'er couldn't remember that the man in front of her was the man who hugged her and fed her back then.

To him, the man who stepped forward was a stranger, someone he was afraid of.

"Cool, cool." Bei'er stretched out her fat arms and shouted at Zhang Ting desperately.

Zhang Ting looked at Mo Zixuan helplessly, and snatched Bei'er who was in his arms.

"Okay, Mo Zixuan, you are such an old man, why are you still angry with Bei'er, Bei'er is still a child, and he just likes to memorize things, you haven't seen him for so long No wonder he can remember you."

Mo Zixuan stared at Zhang Ting with dissatisfaction, "Zhang Ting, why doesn't Bei'er remember me as a godfather? It's useless for me, a godfather, to come here to see him full of joy. This brat is fine. Don't even remember me."

Zhang Ting handed Bei'er, who was sobbing in his arms, to the servants who took care of him.

Then Zhang Ting came to comfort Mo Zixuan who was about to explode, "Calm down, calm down, drink some tea first, it's useless if you get angry, why did it take you so long to come here, Bei If he remembers you, then he is really a genius."

(End of this chapter)