Flowers bloom silently

Chapter 356 Blood is thicker than water (3)

Zimo slept in a daze until noon and didn't get up until noon. When he went downstairs to eat lunch, he found that the other brothers hadn't come back.Eating lunch dully, he couldn't help but look back through the glass wall at the living room decorated with Christmas atmosphere. The presents placed under the beautiful Christmas tree have not yet been 'claimed', and he is silently staying in the place that should not belong to place.

This Christmas is the saddest Christmas in his memory, because of his father's illness, it has existed in name only in this family.

It was only halfway through lunch when Xihe and Yu came back with panda eyes. They sat at the dining table tired and yawned with sleepy faces.

Zimo lowered his head and continued to eat, indifferent to his father's situation.

Xihe drank half a bowl of soup, glanced at the silent Zimo several times, and seemed to want to say something with his slowly opened mouth, but in the end he simply picked up the bowl and chose to continue drinking the soup in silence.

"The doctor said they couldn't find a matching bone marrow, and my dad can only last a year at most, and it's the kind of year I got from constant painful chemotherapy. It's really miserable." Yu took a mouthful of vegetables and put them in his mouth. Li said these words before, he found that Zimo's expression was still indifferent, and he locked himself in that world again.

"Although some of the things he did are very annoying, but he is our father after all, I still want him to live a few more years." Xihe echoed, "The bone marrow bank in country A replied to the hospital, and they found There are 8 matching points, but because of my father’s heart disease and old age, even if this type of matching is used for transplantation, the possibility of rejection by the father is extremely high. If That way, I will suffer more. What should I do? I really hope that some of our brothers can reach 10 matching points."

The twin brother disclosed this information to him on purpose, and his not asking does not mean that he really does not want to know the current situation.

Zimo raised his head, faced the staring twin brother, and asked after a while: "Didn't you collect the bone marrow fluid last night? What's the result?"

"Ours doesn't match, the resolution is low, and it's not as high as the 8 matching points of the bone marrow bank." Xihe shook his head, "The doctor reminded us before that the matching rate between parents and children is very low."

"Is that guy involved too?" Zimo asked again.

"Well, Haoxuan's doesn't match either."

"Then I don't need to make any fuss, yours won't work, so mine won't work either." Zimo said lightly, and left the restaurant, thinking he was full - at least his stomach was no longer willing to accept food 'visited'.

Zimo walked out of the room, the sun shone slightly on his body, he raised his head to look at the sky, and the scorching sun in front of him shone dazzlingly, those golden lights stung his eyes all at once, making his tears unable to stop. He squeezed out his eye sockets in a controlled manner.

Hey~
It's so boring, I know it's stinging, but I still want to watch it.

Zimo scolded himself an idiot in his heart, and continued to walk forward. He passed the big black iron gate and walked along the tree-lined road going down the mountain. When he was alone, his mood would gradually become confused.

He was thinking about his father, and he obviously didn't want to think about it, but there was no way to escape it.

Unknowingly, he walked a long way, turned from this street to that street, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the Central Hospital.

Uh?
Looking up at the towering hospital building, Zimo frowned.He felt that he didn't want to come here, but he did.

"Zimo?" Just as he was lingering in front of the hospital gate, Cheng walked out of the hospital building.

"..." Zimo watched Cheng come to him, wondering why this elder brother who obviously hated his father always behaved differently. "You look like you're about to lose your hold, why bother?"

Cheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "1001 intensive care unit on the tenth floor!"

"I didn't come to see him." Zimo denied.

"I know you are not really that indifferent, why bother with an old man who is about to die." Cheng said to Zimo meaningfully.

Zimo stopped talking, he was not good at arguing with anyone.

"Don't be childish, go up, father will be very happy to see you." Cheng took two steps forward, pushed him from behind, he staggered a few steps, and stepped into the hospital building like that.

He looked back at the city, and the city had already walked towards the special car that was parked outside the gate.

Zimo stood where he was, turned his gaze to the elevator leading upstairs, and finally walked towards it feebly.

The elevator sent him to the tenth floor. He hoped to get lost in the long corridor that was clear at a glance, and hoped that the corridor would suddenly become a maze that he could not reach his destination and trap him in it.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to see his father, but he was afraid of seeing his father lying on the hospital bed. When he expressed understanding and sympathy for a resentful person, it meant forgiveness.

He doesn't want to forgive him!

The corridor didn't become a maze, and he wouldn't get lost. He found ICU 1001 so easily. He didn't need to go into the room, but he could see the situation inside through the transparent glass window.

My father was lying there, relying on the oxygen mask to breathe. Some distance away, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his skin seemed paler than before.

"Do you want to go in and see him?" Doctor Li came out of the ward, saw Zimo standing outside, and asked softly.

Zimo wanted to shake his head, but found that his throat hummed preemptively.

Dr. Li made a gesture of invitation, followed the other party to get disinfected in a trance, and then entered the intensive care unit.

Now, he is close enough to his father, and he just lay there quietly, motionless, with a pale face. If it wasn't for the fog layer caused by breathing in the oxygen mask and the beeping sound of the ECG monitor, he would have thought He is dead.

He looked at him, kept looking at him like that, thinking a lot in his heart, but he didn't seem to think about anything.He didn't want to leave, and he didn't know what was the point of staying here.

If he just came to see how embarrassed this man has become, his goal has been achieved.

Father opened his eyes, his pupils were trembling, a nap seemed to make him fall into the abyss of nightmare, even if he woke up, it would still take some effort and time to completely get rid of the sense of reality in the dream.

Zimo took two steps forward and stood in front of him, so that he could see him first when he was fully awake.

"Zimo!" The father finally saw him clearly, moved his lips, but failed to make a sound, but he understood. In fact, he can speak with lips, and autistic children are very good at many things. Talented.

"What did you dream about?" Zimo asked his father, his voice was not loud, but it was enough for the other party to hear clearly.

"The day Helena gave birth to you, I'm sorry I wasn't here. I have been guilty of this for nearly 20 years. Maybe I will go to see her with a deep sense of guilt." Mr. LE knows Zimo better than Zimo knows. Mo, just because he wasn't by his side didn't mean he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Actually, even if you die, I'm afraid you won't be able to see her." Zimo said lightly.

"Yes, an irresponsible man like me is not qualified to enter heaven."

"Hey!" Zimo snorted indifferently, and pain flashed across his eyes hidden under the glasses. "People who have not redeemed their sins while alive, want to die. They are really irresponsible to the end. How shameless!"

(End of this chapter)