The drunken favorite wife of a wealthy family

Chapter 479 The Boss Is Sick, Go Home (1)
At eight o'clock in the evening, the atmosphere in the single ward of the Oncology Surgery Department of Kyoto Central Hospital was warm and harmonious.

The white ward, the white sheets, and the non-stop drip infusion all day long, all tell the disease and bad news silently and coldly.

It is often difficult for people to resist the bad 'gift' presented by the body, the poor and the rich are no exception.But what people can do is how to correct their attitude to accept this sudden change more harmoniously.

Most of the mentality of cancer patients goes through a process, from denial to anger to sadness to acceptance, and Hua Hongan has gone through this whole process alone.

Hua Hongan, who was born in an orphanage, has no relatives, only Jiang Xuanxuan maintains an iron-like friendly relationship with him.Those feelings are not relatives but better than relatives, making Hua Hongan extremely protective of Jiang Xuanxuan.

When he first discovered the problem in his mind, his first reaction was not to let anyone know, especially Jiang Xuanxuan.

The man's strength and tenacity allowed him to shoulder his own problems alone, so Hua Hong'an, who faced the serious illness at that time, was really going through very, very difficult days alone.

But after spending that alone time, there is an accompanying family member by my side. The previous loneliness and loss are in great contrast to the current happiness and consummation.

How difficult Hua Hongan was before, now he is happy.Who wants to let self-pity take over their lives when they know they only have a short time to live?
Jiang Xuanxuan sat next to Hua Hongan, and he flipped through a thick photo album for her to read.

The plain white photo album is filled with all kinds of photos, including scenery, people, and some strange marine life and small animals, and there are countless delicacies.The stack of photo albums is very thick. When the flap is closed, the thickness can be compared with the height of small cosmetics.

It was Hua Hongan's fond memories of traveling for half a month during the Chinese New Year. Taking advantage of Jiang Xuanxuan's company, he explained to her in detail while flipping through the photo album. It's gentle, "This is the amusement park in T City. I went there in the off-season, so there was no need to queue up to play these facilities. The tickets are also unlimited, and you can play as many times as you want. You are so fun, let me let you play in the future." Your boss brought you here to play for a while."

"Are you going to the amusement park alone?" Holding a fruit salad, Jiang Xuanxuan sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the bedside table, leaning against Hua Hongan's side and frowning at the photos he turned over.

Hua Hongan raised his head and bumped into her twisted eyebrows. He stretched out his hand and brushed her plump forehead with his fingertips. Jiang Xuanxuan's head fell back as if she had been abused, "Why? , Brother Hua. Take a good look at the photos, why do you want to touch me!"

"Just move you, who told you to look at me with that kind of eyes?" Hua Hongan scolded her, such a strong tone of voice can make people hear the male's strong self-esteem and a few traces of inconspicuous pampering.

Jiang Xuanxuan rubbed her brow that was poked red, her small mouth curled up in dissatisfaction, she wanted to say something but she opened her mouth and fell silent in the end.

"I think traveling alone is very good, and traveling alone is not lonely at all. I can meet new friends anytime, anywhere, make new friends, travel with new friends, and when it's time to part ways, it's okay to leave a photo. We separated. There was no bond, and I would not miss it. I went out to play alone for half a month this time, and I went back to the army to take a look. I came and left when I wanted to, and I was happy and carefree." Holding a photo with his thumb, Hua Hongan held it in front of Jiang Xuanxuan. On that photo was a group photo of soldiers in the front and back rows.

(End of this chapter)