Chapter 44: Brother and dad, who do you want 14

"Writing homework." Song Mingxuan rubbed his shoulder and sighed. "Dad hasn't written homework for many years. Now writing about his shoulders will be sour, alas, it's really old."
"Neither old nor old, Dad is the handsomest." Su Jinzhi hurried up and gave Song Mingxuan a hammer.
Song Mingxuan's lips were hanging high, but he didn't write for a while and then he sighed again: "Oh, these questions are too difficult, my father's head hurts a bit"
"No pain, no pain, I rub my dad." Su Jinzhi quickly changed the field again, gritted his teeth and rubbed the sun for Song Mingxuan .
If he didn't show him the textbooks and test papers, he could ask Song Mingxuan to help him with his homework.
"Okay baby, you're going to poke your father blind." Song Mingxuan took Su Jinzhi's hand, pulled the person into his arms and kissed him for a while before letting go. "The cake is in the cabinet, you can get it yourself."
Even if he had a little conscience, Su Jinzhi rubbed his wrists and took a few strawberries to the kitchen to get strawberry cake, but when he came out, he saw Hui Ma leading Lu Yuqi and Yan Mao in.
It was rare to have Yan Jiao on his face, and he rushed over at the first sight: "Song Jinzhi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Su Jinzhi answered with the cake, and asked him if he wanted to eat the cake.
Yan Yan stared at him with a stunned expression: "When are you still in the mood to eat cake ?!"
The high school senior's winter and summer vacation has always been short and there are many homework assignments. He hasn't finished all. After listening to Yan Yan's words, Su Jinzhi was also anxious, and asked him carefully: "There should be 10 days to start the school, did I remember the school start time wrong?"
Yan Yan: ""
Lu Yuqi secretly abducted Yan Yan and spoke with some hesitation: "Jinzhi, we have all heard"
One of Su Jin's faces shouted: "What have you heard?"
"Is that you are not your dad's biological child!" Yan Huo shouted in a loud voice.
"Jinzhi, did your classmates come to play with you?" Song Mingxuan heard Yan Yan's voice and waved at them on the sofa.
"Yes father, Yan Ye and Lu Yuqi came to play with me." Su Jinzhi walked over with the cake, Yan Ye and Lu Yuqi also quickly followed.
Seeing Lu Yuqi and Yan Yan coming over, Song Mingxuan put down his pen and greeted them: "Yan Yan, Lu Yan."
Yan Yan and Lu Yuqi sat down obediently: "Uncle Song is good."
Song Mingxuan touched Su Jinzhi, who was eating cake next to him, and smiled, "How are you, do you want to eat cake? The chef just made it yesterday and it's quite fresh."
Lu Yuqi waved her hand: "Thank you Uncle Song, we are not eating anymore, we came to see Song Jinzhi."
Yan Ye actually wanted something to eat, and he did n’t know where the Song family called the pastry chef. The strawberry cake he made was really delicious. He fascinated after eating here last time, but he bought it at several stores I didn't buy a strawberry cake as delicious as the one I ate at Songzhai.
Song Mingxuan heard Yan Mao's roar just now, probably knowing why they are here. He smiled and said, "Jin Zhineng is really lucky to have two of your good friends who care about him, rest assured, Jin Zhi is still mine. baby."
Su Jinzhi was immediately choked by the cake when he heard Song Mingxuan's words.
Song Mingxuan frowned, hurriedly poured him a glass of water to feed him, and also stroked his spine: "Stop it? Drink some water, why do you eat so urgently? Eat slowly, and no one will grab you. After eating Daddy, let Tom make it for you "
"Aren't you right? Would you like some more water?" Song Mingxuan asked Su Jinzhi when he stopped drinking.
Su Jinzhi shook his head.
Yan Yan and Lu Yuqi saw this and immediately felt that they were really worried, but the next moment Song Mingxuan and Su Jinzhi's dialogue made them even more shocked-
"Okay, you can go to the back garden to play, these dads will do it for you." Song Mingxuan looked at Su Jinzhi helplessly and spoiled.
Su Jinzhi stretched out five fingers: "There are still five essays, don't forget to help me write it!"
Song Mingxuan nodded: "Okay, Dad will write to you tomorrow."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the flowers I plant." Su Jinzhi left Yan Yu and Lu Yuqi with satisfaction.
Along the way, Lu Yuqi's face was dull, and Yan Yan was stunned.
Last time I came to Song Zhai, Song Jinzhi and his Xiufu loved to say that his dad would help him with his homework. He did n’t believe it, but today his face was swollen. Yan Xing cried and held Su Jinzhi's hand in tears: "Song Jinzhi, you Why is Dad so good to you? "Song Jinzhi wasn't born by Uncle Song. He was interrupted by several hangers.
Su Jinzhi answered honestly, "Because of love."
Yan Yan's expression seemed to be out of the soul.
No. 1 asked Su Jinzhi: "Do you want to lose face?"
"I am very handsome today," Su Jinzhi said.
Number one said: "I must be in the next world"
Su Jinzhi raised his ears and waited for No. 1's next words, but No. 1 didn't say a word.
Lu Yuqi walked around the flower room for a small half circle, and was full of wonder, and said to Su Jinzhi, "Song Jinzhi, did you plant these flowers?"
"No," Su Jinzhi replied. There are a lot of valuable flowers in this flower room. It is difficult to grow and maintain. How can he grow alive, "I planted the sunflower in the outer circle."
"Do you still need to plant sunflowers? You just scatter seeds, sunflowers will be everywhere in the next year." Yan Yan disdain.
"It's not that easy." Su Jinzhi picked up a small flowerpot with a sunflower sprout that had just sprouted. "If you don't take good care of it, it will still be easy to die."
"Anyway, I think it's good to feed." Yan snorted.
Lu Yuqi asked Su Jinzhi: "Why do you grow sunflowers?"
"Because" Su Jinzhi had a mouth and just wanted to answer this question, but the sudden pain in the center of the abdomen made his next words suddenly turn into pain.
He slowly fell to his knees while covering his stomach, his eyes turned black, his throat suddenly overflowed with sourness, but he was soon covered by the scent coming out. Su Jin held one hand on the ground and the other hand. Pressing on the convulsive stomach, he watched with his own eyes a small piece of land gradually reddened by the blood he vomited, and finally fell into darkness.
When he woke up again, his eyes were white as snowflakes.
At the extreme point, all were white walls, white floor tiles, white sheets, and a doctor wearing a white coat. Su Jin almost thought that he was not dead yet, and he was still the one staying in Xigang for treatment.
The doctors whispered around him, and soon Su Jinzhi felt that he had been pushed into the operating room. The dazzling shadowless lamp made his eyes a little uncomfortable. The anesthetic injected from the spine gradually made all the pain he could feel disappear , A tube in his mouth, slowly peeping into his body. Su Jinzhi moved his hand. His left hand was cold, but his right hand was warm. Just as someone had held his hand tightly before, he kept these temperatures.
Can I open my eyes again?
Su Jinzhi tried his best to keep himself awake, but his consciousness gradually became chaotic.
"It was discovered too late, the cancer has metastasized."
"Chemotherapy can only delay the development of tumors, and the effect of treatment needs to be observed again."
Su Jinzhi seemed to hear someone talking beside him. Except for a few voices he didn't know, the rest were Song Mingxuan's. He asked those people over and over again, is there any other way to treat it? How effective is the treatment? Is the process painful?
Time and time again, tirelessly, his voice became more and more hoarse and tired, making him a little distressed.
"Dad?" Su Jinzhi blinked and murmured softly after incorporating several rays of light.
After speaking, Su Jinzhi found that his own voice was so weak, as small as a cry of a milk cat, but soon his right hand was held, and one hand gently pulled away the hair from his forehead and asked "Jinzhi? Are you awake?"
Su Jin's chest quickly twitched twice. He felt that he was weak now, and it was difficult to breathe.
Seeing this, Song Mingxuan asked him, "Are you still in pain?"
Su Jinzhi shook his head, trying to sit up, but was pressed back by Song Mingxuan: "Lie down."
"Dad, what's wrong with me?" Su Jinzhi clasped his hands instead.
Song Mingxuan's eyes had a faint bluish black, and Hu Hu did not shave, and his hair, which was always neatly groomed, was a bit messy and looked very embarrassed. But with a smile on his face, he pretended that nothing had happened: "Nothing, I'm sick."
"Sick?" Su Jinzhi asked again, "What is it?"
"Stomach bleeding." Song Mingxuan looked the same, saying these three words lightly.
Gastric bleeding needs chemotherapy?
Su Jinzhi remembered the words he heard in the middle of asleep and half awake, and felt that he must be more than just stomach bleeding.
"Dad, I'm hungry." Su Jinzhi didn't know how long he had been lying down. He was now empty and hungry, so he wanted to ask Song Mingxuan to ask No. 1 what happened to him.
"You can't eat now." Song Mingxuan touched his head, leaned over his forehead, kissed and kissed, and stayed at the corner of his lips for a long time, his voice hoarse and low, as if suppressing something, " Dad asks someone to hang you a nutrient solution. "
After speaking, he got up and left, and Su Jinzhi didn't miss the corners of his reddish eyes, and the nearly full of pain and sorrow in the dark gray pupils. The heart is faintly tingling, just like the feeling of a heart attack in the first world, but Su Jinzhi knows clearly that there is no problem with his heart in this world.
Su Jinzhi asked No. 1: "No. 1, what disease did I get?"
Number one said: "Certainly ill."
Su Jinzhi's heart sank abruptly, thinking of what the doctors said, and he asked, "Stomach cancer?"
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"Ok."
Su Jinzhi closed her eyes sternly and asked No. 1: "Why stomach cancer? I'm obviously doing my job seriously."
No. 1 said, "It was originally stomach cancer or a common stomach disease, but you fell in love with Song Mingxuan."
"That's not love, I don't love him at all!" Su Jinzhi opened his eyes again.
"But you want to be with him," Number One said. "Love is 60, and you have passed."
"What's that?" Su Jinzhi murmured with a grin. "At best, I like it, but I don't love him."
Number one said: "Data is not deceiving, and whether your feelings for him are love, you should know this better than me."
Su Jinzhi was silent for a while, and said, "How long can I live?"
"You will never die, whether or not you complete the task."
Su Jinzhi pointed to his stomach: "I got terminal illness, really won't die?"
"You want to die?" No. 1 asked him, "I have a drink here."
"No no no!" Su Jinzhi quickly interrupted it, "I don't want to die."
He whispered, "You won't die. You say it early, startle me."
"Hehe." No. 1 sneered.
Knowing that he would not die, Su Jinzhi's mood instantly cleared, and he felt as light as a bird and could even get out of bed to dance, he sat up on the pillows and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window with a smile.
Song Mingxuan led the nurse in and saw him sitting immediately and rushed over to press people down again: "How did you get up? Lie down!"
Su Jinzhi explained, "Dad, I'm fine."
Song Mingxuan said, "You have to lie down and you are not allowed to get up."
Su Jinzhi had to lie down again and had the nurse pinch his sleeve and put a needle on the back of the hand. Song Mingxuan was busy adjusting the height of the pillow and quilt. After the nurse left, he also slowed down the speed of hanging water, fearing that Su Jinzhi's heart could not stand Stay, after finishing these, he was not assured, and asked Su Jin's hand to be cold? Then he didn't wait for his answer and went outside to find a bottle and filled it with hot water and pressed it on the infusion tube.
Su Jinyi hates infusions. He hates the icy liquid invading his body little by little, the feeling of taking away all the temperature and life. But this time, the fluid flowing from the blood vessels in the back of his hand to his heart was not so cold.
He looked at Song Mingxuan sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes were a little sore: "Daddy, aren't you tired?"
Song Mingxuan said, "Dad is not tired, are you still uncomfortable?"
Su Jinzhi shook his head: "But you have dark circles."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Then you close your eyes and sleep for a while, Dad sleeps with you."
I slept until the next day.
Song Yingchu and Jin Ruyue both rushed back from the tourist places and went to the hospital to see Su Jinzhi, but Su Jinzhi had not yet awoken.
Song Mingxuan shaved the dregs, and even took time to make a skin care to make himself look better.
While Song Yingchu looked at the suit and leather shoes, Song Mingxuan, who looked gaily, couldn't say a word as if he was choked tightly.
"Ying Chu and Ru Yue are back." Seeing the two of them entering the ward, Song Mingxuan put down the left hand of the boy he had been holding tightly, and stuffed it into the quilt again. "Jin Zhi is still sleeping, we go out and say . "
Jin Ruyue sucked her nose and sucked her nose, glanced at Su Jinzhi, who looked pale on the bed, followed Song Yingchu, and went out in disbelief: "Isn't Jin Zhi 19 years old? Why?"
"I plan to take Jinzhi abroad." Song Mingxuan interrupted her and said directly, "I have already contacted the doctor, and the environment over there is more suitable for Jinzhi's treatment."
Song Yingchu took a deep breath: "Is it confirmed? Is there any possibility of misdiagnosis?"
Song Mingxuan smiled: "I hope it was misdiagnosed, but it is impossible for all doctors to misdiagnose."
Song Yingchu looked embarrassed and didn't know what he was thinking. Song Mingxuan also said, "Let him do chemotherapy once, and you will be given fluorouracil and Adriamycin, and you will come to see him after you lose."
Song Yingchu nodded.
After speaking these words, Song Mingxuan turned and left.
Jin Ruyue saw that he didn't mention the company from beginning to end, he couldn't help but say: "The second uncle, the company"
Song Mingxuan stopped, glanced back at her, and smiled: "Relax, the Song family and the company are in response, Jin Zhi won't."
"Second uncle, me" Song Mingxuan said so plainly, Jin Ruyue was very embarrassed, his fingers holding the handbag suddenly tightened, but Song Mingxuan obviously didn't want to listen to her explain anything, and pushed the door directly into Su Jinzhi's ward.
Jin Ruyue said to Song Yingchu, who was standing beside her, "Ying Chu, second uncle--"
"How did you know that Jin Zhi wasn't the second son's biological son?" Song Yingchu suddenly interrupted her.
Jin Ruyue said for a moment, "I also listen to others"
In fact, she received an inexplicable document, which included Song Jinzhi and Song Mingxuan's blood relationship identification form, as well as a recording of the conversation between Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu.
In the recording, Song Mingxuan admitted that Song Jinzhi was not his biological son. Song Yingchu also shouted that he would never admit that he had this younger brother. Therefore, Jin Ruyue thought that Song Yingchu and Song Jin had a bad relationship, so when she knew Song Yingchu had Song Jinzhi, Stomach cancer immediately interrupted his travel plan and came back to see him. It was strange.
"Really?" Song Yingchu smiled coldly. "You are so talented. It took me three years to find out the truth. You just heard it casually."
Jin Ruyue's complexion instantly turned pale and her eyes were red: "Ying Chu, I'm telling the truth"
Song Yingchu closed her eyes and suddenly felt tired.
He knew he was angry with Jin Ruyue, and there were only a few people who knew about it. Of course, who knew who told her he knew it, but he couldn't control his emotions.
Song Yingchu remembered the words that the boy asked him at the engagement banquet—how can you be happy, brother?
Yeah, he has a beautiful wife and endless property. The Song family power that he always wanted to take from Song Mingxuan now has it. He once dismissed the affection and will never have it again. , And everything he used to have now has everything, what reason is there for him to be unhappy?
But Song Yingchu looked at the clear sky outside, and he could not tell a smile.
He thought that in his life, he would never be able to laugh again happily.
Su Jinzhi woke up with severe pain in his arm. He used to think that the medicine was cold, but now he's fine. Now he's playing this bottle of medicine like a melt, rolling into his veins, making his entire arm look like Suffering from the fire was just as painful. Su Jinzhi couldn't help but reach for the other one, but was held down as soon as he raised his hand. He turned to look at Song Mingxuan.
Song Mingxuan apparently cleaned up, and Yan value returned to the original level, but Su Jinzhi had no time to appreciate it at the moment. He said to Song Mingxuan with red eyes: "Daddy, what kind of potion is this? I hurt."
"Is it painful?" Song Mingxuan's eyebrows were soaring, his eyes were full of worry, and he looked more painful than him. "This potion is a little painful, and Jin Zhi is patient."
Su Jinzhi looked into his eyes, biting his teeth and thinking that he could bear it again, so he didn't hum.
However, he didn't expect this bottle of medicine to drip so slowly. It took more than 2 hours to drip the 100ml, and he was soaked with the cold sweat from the pain, and his hair stuck to the forehead. I think he didn't have such pain when doing mechanical organ transplant.
This pain is not the same as his heart attack and the feeling of hemoptysis in the last world. It is like a wave. As the potion invades every corner of the body, it bursts with the beating of the heart and disrupts his Every nerve, his shaky consciousness.
Su Jinzhi finally couldn't help crying. As soon as he cried, Song Mingxuan quickly hurried over and held him gently: "What's wrong with Jin Zhi?"
"Daddy I hurt" Su Jinzhi held Song Mingxuan's arm and sobbed softly. The pain gradually stripped him of his strength. He didn't even have the strength to cry loudly now. "How long can I lose it?"
Song Mingxuan's voice was also dumb. He pulled the sweaty hair on Su Jinzhi's forehead behind his ears, kissed and kissed him in the forehead, and comforted him softly: "Jin Zhiguai, this bottle is over in an hour."
This bottle? !! Is there another bottle?
Su Jinzhi's life was better than death, and she cried a little bit worse. Song Mingxuan leaned over his lips and kissed again, gently comforting with that soft flesh: "Daddy won't hurt if you kiss him."
"You lie." Su Jinzhi was wronged. "It still hurts."
Su Jinzhi and him coquettishly: "Let's kiss again."
Song Mingxuan looked at him, his throat was sliding up and down, the corners of his lips were still hooked, but the eye sockets gradually turned red, and those dark gray pupils were also covered by a layer of water: "Okay, kiss again."
The second bottle of medicine did not hurt much, but she lost very slowly. Song Mingxuan told him that this bottle of water might take 10 hours to hang.
Su Jinzhi did not believe that he had never heard of any needle water to lose for 10 hours.
Number One told him: "You are in chemotherapy, doxorubicin is too fast and you will die of heart failure."
One of Su Jinyi: "I'm already on chemotherapy?"
Number one said, "Well."
Maybe it was Su Jinzhi crying too poorly. Song Mingxuan talked to the medical staff about this. Soon after, someone came in and put a needle in his other hand, and began to lose some hormones that can make people happy.
Sure enough, Su Jinzhi stopped crying, and the whole person was even a little excited.
He turned to look at Song Mingxuan, and suddenly came: "Dad, you are so handsome."