Celebrated Family's Grand Marriage

Although he is still a little weak, but there is no big impact, so long as he grows up a little.

In the bathroom, song Anning looks at herself pale in the mirror. She has just wiped the paper towel with nosebleed, which she has hidden in her windbreaker pocket.

This period of time has night ming to accompany, her spirit is much better.

It's just that the body, damaged by radioactive metal, is here, even if she wants to escape the fact.

Bathroom door, was knocked, outside, came night Ming slightly anxious voice, "Ning Ning, how are you?"

Song Anning came back to his senses and washed his face with water again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he said to the man outside the door: "OK, I'll wash my face and come out."

When song Anning comes out, Ye Ming finds that her face is much paler than before.

His eyes darkened a little. Then, as if he didn't know anything, he grabbed her shoulder and said in a relaxed tone: "I made some dishes you like to eat. You can see that you don't have any meat on you. Today, be good and eat more."

"I will certainly give you face when you cook by yourself. Don't worry."

Song Anning reaches out and pats Yeming's cheek. His bloody lips open a beautiful arc.

Ye Ming smiles happily and reaches out to hold the cold little hand on his cheek. Even if he has much pain in his heart, he doesn't dare to show it in front of her.

They went downstairs hand in hand, and saw Xiao yeshen come out of the toy room nearby. Now he is nearly three years old. Although he is a little weak, he walks steadily, quite like his father Yeming.

"Dad, mom."

His voice, soft and soft, sounds very comfortable, people want to go up and hold him tightly.

Maybe it's the mother and son's nature. Although song Anning seldom accompanies him, as long as she is there, xiaoyeshen will be very close to her.

"Mom, hug."

Small night deep to her, stretch out his hand, song Anning was about to go forward to embrace him, but was stopped by night Ming.

See him walk to the little guy in front of, half squat down, way: "deep now grow up, is a man, man is not allowed to let his mother hold."

Small night deep to night Ming's words, don't understand, but, in his cognition, what father said is right.

He stares at the big black and bright eyes and tilts his head at night Ming. It seems that he is thinking about his words.

Song Anning stood behind them, looking at the father and son who looked like gods. His smile rose with some relief.

The tip of her nose was warm again. She reached out and touched it gently. There was scarlet on her fingertips.

Her feet, a little shake, the body stood a little unstable.

Eyes, again looking at the father and son in front of him, the vision began to blur.

The next second, just listen to the sound of "Bang --"

Night Ming's face, frozen, and then, turned into a pale.

He suddenly turned around, song Anning has fainted on the ground, the tip of his nose, there is still a dazzling scarlet.

He madly rushed to song Anning, picked her up and rushed downstairs.

"Rather, don't sleep, don't sleep..."

Upstairs, came the cry of Xiao yeshen's fear. Yeming could not hear it.

His mind was full of song Anning's death in his arms. He was afraid that such a fatal separation would have to be experienced again.

Night Ming full of red eyes, tears, began to keep falling, dripping on Song Anning's bloody face, splashing hot water.

When song Anning was sent out from the rescue room, Ye Ming's legs were soft.

In his whole life, he had never been too scared to walk when faced with real weapons. But now, he was so scared that he even had a problem walking.

"Doctor, how are you..."

Night Ming's voice was shaking, and he didn't even dare to ask again.

"The patient's condition is now in the second stage. We need four to six courses of high-dose chemotherapy. However, if the patient wants to survive, he or she has to undergo bone marrow transplantation as soon as possible, combined with intensive treatment, just to reduce the recurrence rate."

These words need not be said by the doctor. Ye Ming knows them clearly.

Ever since he knew that song Anning was still alive and had such a serious illness, he ordered a Cheng to look around the world for matching bone marrow.

If a successful match is found, a reward of $100 million will be offered.

One hundred million US dollars is not a small sum. It is not a small sum for 70% of the world's people.

When the Yeshi group issued such a notice, such a big news soon spread all over the world.

However, in the past few months, there is still no news.

With Yeming's contacts and financial resources, we can't find the right bone marrow, let alone others.Yeming accompanied by song Anning, looking at this almost no blood color of the face, a thought of her once again left himself, night Ming will be scared all over the body.

Song Anning woke up that night because of repeated chemotherapy, all her hair had been lost.

His eyes were sunken in, and he looked very old.

Night Ming is sitting by her bed, he did not sleep, also dare not sleep, he was afraid that after he fell asleep, once opened his eyes, she would disappear.

It took him so much effort to pull her back from the ghost gate. He was already very tired. He didn't know how much strength he had to fight with Yama again.

Song Anning opened his eyes and saw him lying on the bed beside him, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Her eyes tingled, because of her, he had become thinner and thinner.

She felt that her whole life was a big burden on him. She dragged him down. She didn't know when she could drag him.

She wanted to raise her hand to grab his, but she had little strength.

Night Ming noticed her side of the movement, immediately back to God, looking back to her, in the night, her eyes, look particularly clear.

"Awake?"

His voice, especially hoarse and tired, makes song Anning's eyes astringent.

"Why don't you sleep?"

Song Anning looks at his face, which is so thin that it is sunken. His eyes are more and more prickly.

"I've gone to sleep. I just woke up."

He clenched her hand and leaned down to give her a kiss on the lip.

Song Anning knows that he is lying to her. The red blood in his eyes is so obvious even in the ward without light.

A sour nose, fundus, floating up a layer of water mist, reached out and gently pushed him, "deception."

Her voice, stuffy, had no strength, at this moment, this sound, sounds like soft, like in coquetry.

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