Chapter 404: Good uncle

Chapter 404 Good Uncle
"Fool," Song Qingwan was originally smiling, but when she heard her innocent voice of milk and milk, her eyes couldn't help but wet:
"Even if the auntie has a lot of good luck, I am afraid it will not be better this time..."
Although Song Qingwan wanted to lie to her and coax her, the little girl had to accept the facts sooner or later.
The little girl is very stubborn, and the little milk has a deep cry:
"If aunt, you have a lot of luck and won't be good, then what about a lot of luck? Lili has a lot of luck! Lili can give them all to aunt, aunt, don’t die, OK? Dad and they don’t want you to die. If you die, we will be sad, sad, sad! We will die sad!"
The little girl said three "sads" in one breath, which shows that she was really sad this time.
She never thought that her aunt would die.
Song Qingwan stopped speaking, but looked at her with nostalgia and sadness.
The little girl doesn't understand what stomach cancer is.
All she knows is that her aunt is out of luck, she needs a lot of good luck.
As long as the aunt's luck is good, she will not be selected by the little fairy in the sky, and she will not die.
But she has no luck.
Just now when the aunt was sleeping, she had already given her all the good luck to her aunt.
But my aunt is still not getting better.
The little girl sniffed and thought for a long time, suddenly as if thinking of something.
Her eyes brightened, she quickly stretched her white and tender fingers to Song Qingwan's face, and said with a happy face and extra seriousness.
"Auntie and auntie! You bite me! You bite me quickly! There is a lot of luck in people's blood! If you drink it, you won't get sick or die!"
Song Qingwan was amused by her. She thought that the little girl had read Journey to the West too much recently, and thought she was Tang Seng, and after eating her meat, she could live forever.
Seeing that she just laughed and didn't say anything, little Lolita became anxious, and moved her finger a little bit. The little milk urged: "Auntie!"
Song Qingwan looked at her white and tender little fingers, did not hold back, grabbed it, gave a violent kiss, and then laughed: "OK, bite, bite, aunty now!"
Little girl: "..."
The little girl looked aggrieved: "Auntie, you didn't bite!"
"How come!" Song Qingwan looked at her pretendingly in surprise, and then kissed her little finger again, "Look, aunty, didn't you bite!"
"..."
The little girl knew at a glance that her aunt didn't believe her.
She tilted her head for a moment and ran out with her small body.
I looked around in the corridor and finally found my father who was calling on the balcony at the end of the corridor.
As always, Lu Junhan's face had no expression.
Holding the phone in one hand, contacting professional doctors at home and abroad.
Looking out the window with indifferent and cold eyes, the whole person is filled with a breath of alienation and abstinence that no one should come near.
The little girl doesn't care if she interrupts her father's work.
She trot over, and directly raised her head, and said to her father in a milky voice:
"Dad! Will you bite me? It's better to bite me badly!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Junhan moved his phone a little, glanced at her faintly, sneered, and said coldly:
"I bit you, then you go to your grandfather to file a complaint, and then your grandfather makes another phone call and sends me to the police station? You think so!"
"No father!"
The little girl pouted her mouth, "Li Li promises not to tell Grandpa!"
"I will!" Lu Junhan glanced at her, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "If you come to disturb my work again, I will file a lawsuit with your grandpa and let him send you to the police station!"
"..."
The little girl bulged her little fat face, stomped her father's foot severely, snorted badly, and then turned and ran to find Lu Anran.
Lu Anran is in another VIP ward right now.
A female dummy model was lying on the hospital bed.
And Lu Anran was seriously following two male doctors to learn nursing.
Song Qingwan had just finished the operation and had a knife on her body. For the next few days, she could not take a bath.
The two male doctors are using the dummy to teach Lu Anran how to move Song Qingwan, how to wipe her body, or massage the muscles that have become stiff after lying down for a long time, so that she will not encounter Song Qingwan’s operation. wound.
Lu Anran listened very carefully.
When the little girl entered, Lu Anran was sitting on her knees on the bed. Under the guidance of the doctor, she gently wiped the dummy's arm with a handkerchief. His movements were very detailed and very careful.
Although hospitals generally have specialized nursing labor unions to do this, Lu Anran still wants to do as much as possible for Song Qingwan to make up for the shortcomings of the past three years.
Moreover, Song Qingwan's days are not many.
She also wanted to do her best in the only time.
Lu Anran's posture is much busier than his father who just stood on the balcony to answer the phone.
The little girl looked at the door for a long time, and after thinking about it, she still felt that she should not disturb her aunt.
So she turned around and ran to find grandpa again.
Lu Qidong didn't know where he was.
There are three floors in the hospital. The little girl went up and down, looking inside and out, but she couldn't find the figure of grandpa.
If it weren't for the doctors and nurses passing by, the little girl would still want to go into the morgue to find her grandfather.
However, although Grandpa did not find it, she was at the entrance of the hospital and met Yu Zheng, who was leaning against the smooth-lined sports car, bowed her head and smoked in silence.
Yu Zheng is still the slim and deep suit he saw in the morning, but at this time the tie was torn off impatiently and hung loosely around his neck.
The suit jacket is even more casually open, and he himself has no image lazily leaning against the body, originally ascetic and serious clothes, he just wears out a bit of unruly casualness.
Compared with the indifferent and calm man in the morning, the wolf-like Yu Zheng is undoubtedly more real now.
And Zhang Yuan waited hard not far away.
Looking at the posture, President Yu might have to wait until nine o'clock in the evening.
"Good uncle!"
The little girl saw him, her dark eyes lit up.
Obviously, she still remembers the good uncle who helped her aunt this morning.
So she stepped on her short legs and ran out of the hospital, with eyes open, looking up at him, and said in a milky voice:
"Good uncle, why are you here? Are you sick too?"
Yu Zheng lowered his head slightly, took a heavy puff of cigarette, glanced at her deeply, and said nothing.
He has always had no liking for children and found it extremely troublesome, so he didn't intend to bother about it.
But suddenly, the gloomy sight fell on her delicate white face.
(End of this chapter)