Chapter 250
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Lu Junhan's tall and straight figure stood by the bed, slightly lowering his eyes.
He looked deeply at the man lying on the bed, who looked so gentle even when he was sleeping.
His memory seemed to travel back 20 years in an instant —
"Son, Dad has a day off tomorrow. I'll take you out to play, okay? If you're always cooped up at home, you'll suffocate. If that happens, your mother and I will have to have another child. "
"Why don't you like kindergarten? Do they have runny noses? Hmm … this is indeed a problem. Then go to primary school directly. Dad supports you. You're already a five-year-old child. You can go to primary school. "
"Why did you hit other people's children? Is he too ugly and fat an eyesore to you? You can't hit him directly. You have to hit him secretly. That way, no one will know you did it. Of course, the most important thing is that I don't have to help you clean up the mess. "
As he thought about it, his handsome eyebrows showed some irritation.
Lu Junhan's thin lips were tightly pursed. He took out a cigarette box from his pocket and smoked a long thin cigarette.
After a pause, he glanced at the fragile man on the bed and finally put it back.
Song Ching-wan took a deep breath. In just a short while, she had slowly recovered and could accept the fact that her brother was in a vegetative state.
If she was still the 21-year-old and had not experienced anything, she would probably think that her brother was too miserable.
Then, she would lie in front of the bed and cry for three days and three nights.
She would vent her emotions to her heart's content. She would cry if she wanted to cry, and she would be sad if she wanted to be sad.
But now, after more than 20 years of social polishing, the first thing she thought of was not to cry and vent her emotions, but to analyze the current situation rationally.
Her brother was only in a vegetative state. He was not really dead, so there was still a chance.
Although the doctor said that he might never wake up, as long as there was a 0.001% chance, she would try it.
Crying would never solve the problem.
This was the most useful experience she had gained in more than 20 years.
"Li Li, come here." Song Ching-wan seemed to have thought of something. She turned her head and waved at the cute little girl, who did not dare to speak but was looking around. Then, she pointed at the person on the bed.
"This is Grandpa."
"Grandfather?"
When the little girl heard her aunt calling her, she finally had something to do. Hence, she quickly ran over and tilted her head to look at the man on the bed who looked a little like her father. Her little face was very serious.
"Is it Daddy's Daddy?"
Lu Junhan glanced at the little girl.
Song Ching-wan paused for a moment, then smiled. "Yes! Your father's father. "
As she spoke, she pulled the little girl over and smiled at Lu Qidong, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
"Brother, did you hear that? Your granddaughter is calling you grandpa. Don't worry, we're doing very well now. It's true. The Lu clan has now become the largest company in Hai City. We've already helped you achieve your goal back then. And, and you see, that brat Lu Junhan already has a daughter. She's really his biological daughter, not someone he picked up from the streets. The little girl is already three years old. She's called Lu Li, the pear from the pear blossom. It, it sounds nice, right …? "
As she spoke, Song Ching-wan choked up. She raised her head and blinked desperately to force back her tears.
"The little girl … the little girl is very beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful and kind child. If you can wake up, you'll definitely like her very, very much …"
At this point, Song Ching-wan suddenly couldn't continue.
She raised her head and blinked. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers and took a deep breath.
"It's okay, Brother. I'm not crying. Really, I'm 42 years old this year. I'm no longer a child. You're just in a vegetative state, not really dead. What's there to cry about? On the other hand, did it hurt during the surgery? It should have hurt a lot. I know you've always been afraid of pain. Your body is even more delicate than mine. At that time, I even said that this was a bad habit of rich children. It must have been Dad who spoiled you …
"But thank you, Brother. You've persevered for more than 20 years for us. It's been hard on you all these years …"
Song Ching-wan's voice suddenly became very soft. "But Brother, can you hold on a little longer? We'll find you the best doctor. Please, you must wake up. We're all waiting for you … "
The old master closed his eyes and turned around.
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