Ying Shao is a Girl

The lights in the operating room turned green.

The operation is over.

The doctor came out of the operating room.

Ling Yiche quickly ran to the doctor and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my mother?"

The doctor in green sterile clothing took off his mask, sweating profusely and looking tired.

"The patient's life has been saved temporarily, but..."

The doctor paused and glanced at Ling Yiche again, with a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes.

"Family members please be mentally prepared."

After saying that, the doctor left.

Ling Yiche was left standing there alone.

What is called……

Be mentally prepared?

Mom, what happened to her...?

An unprecedented feeling of fear came over him.

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After the operation, Shao Yun was sent to the ICU.

Her body was very weak and her vital signs were slowly passing away.

Ling Yiche sat blankly on the bench in the hospital corridor.

What the doctor said to him later kept ringing in his mind.

-Your mother has terminal cancer. Due to her extremely weak immunity and the fact that she failed to receive timely treatment... she doesn't have much time left, just these three to five days...

The doctor couldn't bear to say anything else.

But Ling Yiche understood what was left unfinished.

Prepare your funeral arrangements in advance.

The doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue. His mind was still pounding, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air, with a bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

Once it falls, it will never recover.

He is so stupid! Why didn't you discover the true condition of your mother's body?

My mother was in a hurry to be discharged from the hospital. After being discharged from the hospital, her face looked ugly from time to time, but she tried to hide it.

Why didn't he notice the weakness and haggardness behind his mother's forced smile?

It's too late now.

Mom only has three or five days left.

What should he do?

He didn't want to lose his only relative in the world.

The stars in the azure eyes were dim, pitch black, and revealed bitterness.

"Have you eaten?" Ying Junchu asked him at the side.

She took Ling Yiche to the hospital at dusk, when he was still cooking.

He probably didn't have a meal.

Only then did Ling Yiche realize that Ying Junchu had been waiting for him for a long time.

She was already very tired, so she drove herself to the hospital and nursed herself up and down.

He felt infinite guilt in his heart.

But what Ling Yiche didn't know was that Ying Junchu didn't have to do it himself, it was just a matter of words.

But now she wants to take matters into her own hands regarding Ling Yiche's important matters.

"Mr. Ying, you have helped me a lot today. You can go back and rest first. Thank you."

"Good night."

The young man rubbed his eyes, his tone was gentle, but there was a heavy sadness in his words.

Hearing this, Ying Junchu frowned slightly, displeased.

This guy is very capable!

Not only did he not answer her question, he changed the subject.

He even chased her away?

"I asked you if you had eaten?"

This is the second time today that she has said the same thing repeatedly.

She was really about to doubt her patience.

Ying Junchu's tone was cold and filled with irresistible power.

Ling Yiche shook his head obediently, and there seemed to be crystal tears in his blue eyes.

It reflects a little bit of light under the white light.

Very aggrieved.

He is really mentally fragile now and is constantly teetering on the edge of collapse.

Ying Junchu silently held his forehead, feeling a little headache.

Tsk.

Boys are fragile and troublesome things.

"Let's go eat first."

She tried her best to slow down her tone again, and took Ling Yiche to the restaurant next to the hospital without giving him any chance to refuse.

He already looks weak and malnourished. If he doesn't eat on time, his health will get worse and worse.

Poor health makes it difficult to feed.

Ying Junchu put the menu in front of him and whispered: "Order."

Ling Yiche didn't move for a long time.

Staring at the menu on the table blankly.

His eyes were not focused on the menu.