Chapter 227: Calculation (3)

"Then, what should I do?" Enron asked, anxious and worried in his tone.
"This way, once the tumor is pressed into the optic nerve, the tumor can only be removed. But at the age of your mother, I am afraid that she will not be able to stand such surgery." Dr. Zhang said frankly: "Of course, it is possible to have a head." The tumor in it will never grow up or shift away from the seat. The situation I said above will naturally not happen."
Enron frowned and looked at him and asked, "What do you mean by cutting?"
Dr. Zhang nodded and said: "Now, when the surgery is the best, your mother's health is good. I don't have to worry about doing this kind of surgery. The success rate of this type of surgery is also very high. Of course, this is craniotomy. Surgery, there must be certain risks. Go back and discuss with your family, whether this surgery is done or not."
Enron frowned, nodded, and asked some questions about the operation, and Lin Yufen's other physical conditions, to be understood, and then turned out of the doctor's office.
Because of Su Shi's relationship, Lin Yufen's ward was directly changed from a normal single room to a luxurious VIP ward. Compared with the general ward, the VIP ward has a good environment, and more importantly, it is quiet, there is no general noise, and it is better for patients to recuperate. However, the place.
When Enron came to Lin Weifen's ward, the door of the ward was hidden. Pushing the door in, the entrance to the entrance, only heard that Gu Hengwen was talking with the mother in the ward. Enron just wanted to open his mouth and saw him from They heard their name in their conversation, and they stopped and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.
"Hengwen, what to do, he came to me, it seems that he already knows Enron's life." In the hospital bed, Lin Yifen's tone was a little flustered, and Gu Hengwen's hand was only squatting.
Gu Hengwen patted her hand and softly comforted her and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine."
"I don't want to let Enron know, but I don't want Enron to have a little involvement with him. I am afraid that Enron will know that I will blame me." Lin Yifen said lowly, his mood was somewhat low.
"He won't take the initiative to find Enron, don't worry." Gu Hengwen patted her hand with relief. "He now has his own family. He will not take the initiative to find Enron, which will threaten his family. He The current identity will not allow you to do this."

Really?
Lin Yifen is still somewhat uncertain. In fact, she knows that he is right. He just wants to get a confirmed answer from his mouth. She is really scared. This is the secret that she has been fighting for twenty years and thirty years!
"Really." Gu Hengwen nodded and said.
Lin Yifen pulled her lips, but she couldn't pull a smile. Although he was so sure, she was still scared. "Heng Wen, you said that if Enron knows, what should I do?"
"Enron will always be my daughter!" Gu Hengwen looked at her tone and certainly did not have any doubts.
Enron clutched the CT bag on her hand. Did she come and not, I heard something that should not be heard. She didn't know what they were talking about, but she could vaguely guess something.
Carrying the bag quietly quits from the ward, the movement is very light, light enough to not make a sound, as she seems to have never been seen.
Sitting down on the bench on the side of the walkway outside the door, the hand still clutched the plastic bag in his hand, and the ear was just the doubtful words of his father.
"Enron is always my daughter!"
Isn't she always his daughter? When did it change?
And the mother’s worry, who knows what? Why should mother worry about what she knows? Is she afraid that she knows that she is not the father's daughter?
Enron was scared by his own thoughts. Some of the reactions were not over, and he said softly to himself: "How, how, maybe, that is ridiculous."
The more I thought, the more I felt scared. I reached out and patted my face, trying to stop myself from thinking about it. I kept comforting myself: "I don’t know who my father’s daughter will be, don’t scare myself, don’t scare yourself. ""
Sitting outside the door for a while, trying to calm down my emotions, I got up and walked toward the ward. I just wanted to open the door. At the same time, the door was opened. Gu Hengwen inside saw her and looked a little scared. "Ran, of course, you, when did you come over?"
Although Gu Hengwen's reaction has further angered her heart, Enron tried to make her expression natural, tearing her lips and smirking: "I just came back from Dr. Zhang and I have already checked the report." I handed the CT film and inspection report on hand to him. "Dad, are you going to go out?"
Gu Hengwen shook his head and explained: "No, no, I just wanted to go to Dr. Zhang and ask the results of the examination. Since I have already taken it, I don't have to go anymore. Right, what does Dr. Zhang say, your mother's body is fine?

Speaking of this, Enron’s face was heavy and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He looked at his father and said,
Dad, let’s talk about it.

Dr. Zhang’s original words were told to his parents. After the family’s discussion, they finally decided to treat them conservatively. After all, the risk of craniotomy is too great. Even if the hospital says that it can be 100% sure, Enron and Gu Hengwen are not worried. After all, it is a knife on the head, no more than others.
Dr. Zhang also expressed his understanding of their choices. Since they chose not to have surgery, there was no need for further hospitalization. The examinations were completed, so Lin Yanfen was asked to leave the hospital that afternoon.
Because I want to celebrate Lin Yifen's vain discharge, Gu Dad went to the farmer's side market to buy food. In the evening, I plan to cook a good meal. Enron helped Lin Yufen into the house, put the things brought back from the hospital, and then turned around, I saw Lin Feifen sitting on the sofa looking at her, looking very thoughtful, very serious expression, serious to turn safely I didn't find out when I looked at her.
Enron turned to her, tempted to call, "Mom?"