President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

The next day, Zhou Bin woke up before dawn. To be exact, he didn't sleep all night. Too many things press on his heart like an invisible hammer, beating on his heart and making him out of breath.

He didn't go to the hospital until it was getting brighter.

Zhou Bin was carrying several bags of breakfast in his hand. When he felt Zhou's mother's ward door, he heard his parents' conversation coming from inside.

"Why are you so confused? I said about money. I'll find a way. When you leave, you let me and my son live like this?"

"I'm confused. I'll do it when I'm confused."

"You let me say hello!"

“……”

As long as Zhou Bin stood at the door, he listened to what they said inside.

Mom didn't tell Dad the real reason. He was very ashamed. Even if his mother didn't say, he knew why his mother committed suicide.

"Young man, why are you standing here? Who are you looking for?" The speaker was a middle-aged aunt who asked Zhou Bin with a kettle in her hand.

"I... my parents are in there." The separation of a door can not completely block the sound, and the people inside still hear it.

"Is Binbin here?" Father Zhou went to the door and shouted.

Zhou Bin pushed the door in, and the aunt behind him came in and went to her husband's hospital bed.

"Binbin, you've come so early. Your mother is awake. Talk to your mother quickly." Zhou's father took the breakfast in Zhou Bin's hand and took him to Zhou's mother's hospital bed.

Zhou Bin stood by Zhou's mother's bed, looked guilty and shouted, "Mom..."

"Binbin, you're here." Zhou's mother probably lost too much blood. Now her face is still pale without any blood. She looked at her son in front of her and found out what a stupid thing she had done.

"Mom, I bought your favorite breakfast..."

"My son is still filial."

Zhou's father was always nervous. He didn't find anything wrong between their mother and son. He said with a little jealousy: "yes, your son is the best for you."

"My son, isn't it your son?"

Zhou Bin looked at his parents' daily bickering and was very glad that his mother was still alive.

All morning, Zhou Bin stayed with his mother. Just as the doctor told him, he was talking to his mother all the time.

At noon, when Zhou's father went out to buy dinner, Zhou Bin had the opportunity to say to his mother, "I'm sorry."

"Silly child, it's the mother's fault that she didn't understand." Zhou's mother was very upset about her impulse and almost made a big mistake.

"No, it's all my fault, it's me... It's all my fault." Zhou Bin tried his best to admit his mistake and ask his mother's forgiveness.

"Binbin..." Zhou's mother saw this and her lips shook. She didn't know what to say.

"Mom, I have money to cure you. You're sick. You don't have to suffer from illness anymore." Suddenly, Zhou Bin said to his mother with a smile.

"Binbin... You... How do you know?" No one knew about it except the attending doctor who treated her and herself.

"Mom, I didn't tell Dad about it... I also learned from the doctor. The doctor said there was a way to cure the disease. You don't need to rely on drugs to continue your life in the future, and you won't hurt any more."

"Silly child, your filial mother knows, but forget it. Mother is used to it."