Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

In the process of the doctor's rescue, I called Huo Yancheng. He learned that my father had also entered the hospital and hurried from my mother's ward. When I saw his extremely poor face, I was distressed. He must have taken care of my mother all night?

"What's going on?" Huo Yancheng asked anxiously. He glanced at Uncle Wang next to me. I didn't want Uncle Wang to think much, so I asked him to go home first. Then I told Huo Yancheng the warning of the matter. He sighed and didn't say anything, and put a hand on my back to comfort me.

And I hid in his arms, already sobbing. I even felt that since Zhang Lishan was dismissed and arrested, it seemed that there was no good in our family. I really understand what that sentence means.

"Yan Cheng, do you think Zhang Lishan's wife asked someone to do these things? Aunt Wang said that at that time, the culprit riding a motorcycle was not robbery at all. He just wanted to kill my mother! " I wiped my tears and felt terrible in my heart. Before, when my father had intracerebral hemorrhage, the doctor told us to be more careful. If there was another sudden intracerebral hemorrhage, my father would

Huo Yancheng painfully wiped my tears and sighed, "I've been investigating this matter and there will be results soon. Xi ran, all you have to do now is be strong, you know? Your parents are like this. You must take good care of them and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I'm here! Everything will be all right. "

"Yes!" As soon as my nose was sour, I put my hand around his waist and buried my face in his chest. It's hard for me to imagine how I would go without him supporting me.

I don't know how long I waited in the emergency room. After the doctor came out, Huo Yancheng and I ran anxiously, "doctor, how's my father? Is it serious? " I asked anxiously, like an ant on a hot pot, and could no longer stand the slightest bit of suffering.

The doctor took off his mask and said in a heavy tone: "the patient's situation is not very optimistic. Although we have stopped his blood, this is his second onset. I'm afraid... If you agree, we will perform the operation again, but... The success rate is only 50%, or even lower."

what? I stumbled at my feet and fell into the arms of Huoyan city. The success rate was only 50%? Isn't that

"Doctor, please help my father!" I clung to the doctor's arm as if I had grasped a life-saving straw. I even thought why it was not me who suffered in it? But my father?

The doctor pushed my hand away and tried to comfort me: "before the operation, we will strive for the maximum success rate for patients, so don't worry too much."

Leaving this sentence, the doctor left, and I looked at my father who had been pushed out by the nurse. At this time, he lay there as if he had no breath. If it hadn't been for the slightly undulating movement in front of his chest, I would have been unconscious because of excessive grief.

After the doctor pushed my father into the intensive care unit, I stood outside the glass window and looked at him. I prayed countless times, hoping that God would have mercy on our family and don't let my parents have any more accidents.

"Xi ran, I contacted a well-known brain doctor abroad. Don't worry, everything will be all right." Huo Yancheng comforted me behind me, and his eyes were full of heartache and worry.