Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1312 Mr. Zhan is dying on the hospital bed
Outside the ICU.

Madam Bai had calmed down and calmly discussed Mr. Zhan's follow-up treatment with Zhan Mochen.

"I have used all the medicines I should take in the past two days. Those special medicines have no effect. Mo Chen, I think..."

Mrs. Bai looked up at Zhan Mochen, the tears in her eyes condensed and dispersed, and finally she spoke with difficulty: "If it doesn't work, just do the surgery as soon as possible."

"Grandma..." Zhan Mochen's eyes moved slightly, filled with surprise.

Madam Bai hadn't said anything in the past two days. He always thought that Madam Bai didn't want his grandfather to take this risk.

Zhan Mochen took a deep breath, but was still confused: "Grandma, the success rate of the operation is really very small. I really..."

"I know, I know everything." Mrs. Bai waved her hand.

She stood up and approached the heavy door of the ICU, looking inside through the small glass window on the door. Her eyes were full of nostalgia, but her voice was full of pathos and vicissitudes of life.

"Mo Chen, your grandpa and I have spent too short a time together in this life. I'm also afraid that he will really leave like this and leave me alone. But I know him better."

"He is such a proud person and has to be strong all his life. If he is told that he can only lie here and linger without dignity, he will not be able to accept it. If he can choose by himself, he will definitely choose surgery..."

Mrs. Bai's voice gradually dropped until she murmured: "Mo Chen, make a decision as soon as possible. We can't delay it like this any longer."

Zhan Mochen didn't answer for a long time.

He remembered that when he went in to visit his grandfather, he was lying weakly on the hospital bed with tubes inserted all over his body.

A person who has been proud all his life can only lie there, naked and at the mercy of others, at a time like this, with all his dignity and pride gone.

And if this drags on day after day, the condition will only become worse day by day, and the risk of surgery will also become higher day by day.

To confirm the operation, you can simply sign, but what are the consequences?

The [-]% chance of success is really too small.

The sunlight outside shone into the corridor, and Zhan Mochen's tall figure cast a shadow on the ground, feeling lonely and confused.

And under his feet, it was like an abyss shrouded in thick fog. One wrong step and he would be doomed.

After a long time, the struggle in Zhan Mochen's eyes faded away. He shook his head and rejected Mrs. Bai.

"Grandma, I understand how you feel. But there are still many experts who have not come to see you. I don't want to give up any hope. Please give me a few more days."

Mrs. Bai was silent for a while.

This result was actually within her expectation.

It would be difficult for anyone in Mo Chen's position to make this decision.

Mrs. Bai sighed, turned around, and nodded tiredly: "Okay, then we'll wait. But..."

Mrs. Bai wanted to say something else, but when she looked up, she saw An Yan walking out of the elevator.

"Xiaoyan, why are you here? You kid, if you don't have a good confinement period, why are you running around!"

Mrs. Bai walked quickly towards An Yan, her face full of anxiety.

Zhan Mochen was startled and turned around, and as expected he met a pair of bright eyes full of worry.

An Yan was still wearing the home clothes she had worn in the ward, with only a long windbreaker hurriedly wrapped around her outside. Her face was even paler than before before she had recovered from the postpartum period.

The bodyguards following her looked at Zhan Mochen anxiously, trembling with fear.

Madam is coming, they really can’t stop her!

Fortunately, Zhan Mochen had no intention of holding them accountable at the moment. He directly took off his suit jacket, put it on An Yan's shoulders, and wrapped her tightly.

"How is grandpa?" An Yan held Mrs. Bai's hand, but her eyes were fixed on Zhan Mochen.

"Grandpa is fine, his life is not in danger for the time being." Zhan Mochen took An Yan from Mrs. Bai's hand and comforted her in a low voice.

An Yan didn't believe it at all.

She looked at the big words "Intensive Care Unit" at the door of the ICU, and tears suddenly fell down her pale cheeks.

"You're already in the intensive care unit, how can you be okay?"

An Yan held Zhan Mochen's hand tightly, a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes: "I want to go in and see grandpa, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"Xiaoyan, don't be willful!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Bai hurriedly chased her away: "You just gave birth to a baby and you can't blow air. Go back quickly! When you feel better, you can come over to see him!"

"But, but I'm really worried..."

An Yan felt even sadder when she thought of Mr. Zhan's loving appearance, and her tears couldn't stop falling again.

Mrs. Bai was so anxious that she hurriedly wiped An Yan's tears: "Don't cry. Crying during confinement will hurt your eyes!"

Zhan Mochen didn't say anything more. He turned around and asked someone to get the protective clothing: "Don't cry. I'll accompany you in to see grandpa."

"But..." Mrs. Bai disapproved.

Zhan Mochen looked at An Yan with doting and distressed eyes: "Since she's here, why not let her go in for a look, and then I'll send her back."

"Hey, you guys are just making nonsense!"

Mrs. Bai was anxious, but in order to let An Yan calm down quickly, she could only compromise.

The bodyguard quickly brought over three sets of protective clothing, and the doctor on duty also came over to accompany the three of them in to visit Mr. Zhan.

It was very quiet inside the ICU. Apart from the beeping sounds of various monitoring instruments, there was only the slight breathing sound of the patient.

But all the patients admitted here are seriously ill and difficult to treat, and most of them are in coma.

Because of his special status, Mr. Zhan was placed in a separate space.

But no matter how much glory and wealth you have, it is meaningless at this moment.

Mr. Zhan lay quietly among a pile of tubes, still in a state of severe coma. Only his two thick eyebrows would unconsciously frown from time to time, conveying his discomfort to the outside world.

An Yan stood beside him, staring blankly at the frail old man. For a moment, it was difficult to connect him with the awe-inspiring old man Zhan.

A man like the old man who has dominated the world all his life is now lying here, dying, his life hanging by a thread.

He, how uncomfortable he must be.

An Yan's heart felt sour and she couldn't help but look back and burst into tears.

Zhan Mochen hugged her silently, wiped away her tears, and whispered comfort.

Mrs. Bai was anxious to fight with the old man just now, but now she is only worried about An Yan.

She waited for An Yan's mood to stabilize a little, then asked her to go back.

"Xiaoyan, there are stipulated visiting hours here. Since you have already seen him, you should go back quickly. Don't be sad again, otherwise the confinement period will not be good, which will affect your health in the future."

"Ah."

An Yan nodded in agreement, but suddenly found that Mrs. Bai looked haggard and tired all over her body.

Mrs. Bai herself is old and not in good health. She has been worrying and working hard in the hospital these days, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes have become more wrinkled. She still has the leisure and elegance that she had before.

An Yan felt sad and held Mrs. Bai's hand.

"Grandma, we are here to guard the hospital. You go back and rest for two days. Otherwise, we will tire you out again. What will we do?"

(End of this chapter)