Song Liangyu thought for a long time. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lin Yurou's belly with a frown. "We can keep this child. But you are not allowed to cause trouble everywhere. Especially you are not allowed to go to Wang Zhangzhu or Wang Dacheng again."
If there is trouble in front of you, you have to listen to me. If you can't bear it, you will mess up your big plans. For the sake of our children, we have to take a long-term approach."
Lin Yurou wiped away her tears and hugged Song Liangyu's arm happily. "I knew you were the best. How could I bear to not have our child."
Song Liangyu decided to keep the child in Lin Yurou's belly. This made him feel inexplicably guilty and guilty in front of Wang Zhangzhu. He called Wang Zhangzhu every day to ask for help. He made sure to have dinner at home three days a week. He did his best.
He took good care of Wang Zhangzhu.
Wang Zhangzhu didn't care too much about whether Song Liangyu came home every day or whether he was attentive and considerate to her. The first thing she paid attention to now was the baby in her belly. The second thing she paid attention to was her father's body.
Wang Dacheng had a bad appetite these days. His stomach ached whenever he ate a little spicy food. Wang Zhangzhu looked at his father's thinning face and felt extremely uneasy. He urged his father to go to the hospital for a checkup for several days.
Wang Dafa vaguely felt that his condition was not optimistic. He did not want Wang Zhangzhu to worry about him. He suggested that Song Liangyu accompany him to the hospital. Wang Zhangzhu was waiting for news at home. But Wang Zhangzhu refused to live or die. He must follow his father.
Go to the hospital together.
When the test results came out, Wang Zhangzhu and Song Liangyu went to get them together. The familiar expert's surname was Zhao, a man in his forties. He called up Wang Dacheng's medical records and test results. He looked at them solemnly and said.
: "Mr. Song, Zhangzhu, you must be mentally prepared. Mr. Wang's condition is not optimistic."
Wang Zhangzhu was shocked. He felt a little weak all of a sudden. "Uncle Zhao, what exactly is my father's disease?"
"According to our examination, Mr. Wang has stomach cancer."
"No way. How could this happen?" It was like a thunderbolt blasting in his ears. Wang Zhangzhu just refused to believe it and shook his head unconsciously.
Song Liangyu looked at Wang Zhangzhu's lost and worried look. He couldn't bear it. He comforted him: "Don't panic yet. Let Uncle Zhao finish what he said." He then turned to ask Director Zhao. "What if my father got this?"
Stomach cancer. How come I haven’t seen him with stomach bleeding or fainting for so long..."
"First, stomach cancer may not necessarily cause vomiting blood or fainting. Second, the patient may have had this situation before and he doesn't want to tell you."
Wang Zhangzhu was stunned. There was a high possibility that Wang Da would not take the initiative to tell her about his condition. It was because his father didn't want him to worry. She looked at the doctor confused. "Is there any other good way now?"
Director Zhao's tone was tactful and cautious. "When gastric cancer develops to the middle stage, it becomes an irreversible disease. It requires symptomatic treatment to delay the development and reduce complications. Generally speaking, in cases like Mr. Wang's, as long as the patient is willing to cooperate actively, we
You can consider surgery for him.
"Is surgery the only treatment?" Wang Zhangzhu asked worriedly.
"Chemotherapy can also be performed, but the curative effect is not as good as surgery." Director Zhao told her concisely.
"Okay. Then we'll do the surgery. I'm going to persuade my father to be hospitalized for treatment now." Wang Zhangzhu's heart ached when she thought of her father's illness. She shed tears as she walked out.
After leaving the doctor's office, Song Liangyu reached out and hugged her, comforting her softly: "Zhangzhu, don't be too sad. Didn't Uncle Zhao say that there is still hope for a cure through surgery?"
Wang Zhangzhu wiped his tears and said with choked sobs: "Dad's true condition was hidden from him first. We told him that it was a gastric perforation and that he needed an operation."
Song Liangyu narrowed his eyes, but in a flash he smiled and nodded. "Okay. I'll talk to Uncle Zhao later."
Wang Zhangzhu sat in the car and cried a lot. After crying, she touched up her makeup before returning to Chutian Group to see Wang Dacheng. She tried hard to control her emotions and persuaded Wang Dacheng to go to hospital for treatment.
He knew his daughter better than her father. Even though Wang Zhangzhu forced a smile, Wang Dacheng still saw the sorrow in his daughter's eyes. He couldn't bear to embarrass his daughter. He acted very easy-going and delegated the company's affairs to Song Liangyu, and agreed to be admitted to the hospital for treatment.
Wang Dacheng was admitted to the hospital and underwent various examinations in detail. But the results were still disappointing. All laboratory indicators showed that the disease had reached the mid-to-late stage.
Song Liangyu contacted the director of the hospital. The hospital deployed the best expert team and provided the most luxurious wards.
After settling her father in the hospital, Song Liangyu advised Wang Zhangzhu to go home and have a rest. At this time, Wang Zhangzhu also felt pain in her waist and back. She was weak and could hardly stand. She was worried about the baby in her belly, so she could only call the hospital.
The matter will be left to Song Liangyu for the time being. She will go home and take a rest.
Song Liangyu saw that Wang Zhangzhu looked bad, so he offered to take Wang Zhangzhu downstairs to the parking lot. When Wang Da saw him, he was attentive and considerate to Wang Zhangzhu, with a relieved smile on his face.
Song Liangyu supported Wang Zhangzhu's waist and entered the elevator. "Zhangzhu, don't worry too much about dad's condition. I have contacted the best doctors abroad to perform surgery on dad. You have to adjust your mood now. Otherwise...
Otherwise it will be bad for the child."
"I know." Wang Zhangzhu nodded feebly. But when he thought of his father's condition, his eyes became red again.
"Zhangzhu. You go home and eat more. Have a good sleep. There is no need to come here today."
Wang Zhangzhu didn't respond to him. She was so exhausted physically and mentally that she didn't even want to say anything. She seemed to be floating when she walked. Song Liangyu realized her weakness and stretched out his arms to hold her. Wang Zhangzhu couldn't help but put most of his body weight on his arm.
superior.
The two walked to the parking lot leaning on each other like this. Song Liangyu carefully helped Wang Zhangzhu into the back seat of the car. He gave the driver some instructions before letting them leave.
Song Liangyu returned to the ward. Wang Dacheng gave him a meaningful look and asked slowly: "Liangyu, please tell me the truth about my situation so that I can be mentally prepared."
"We're not hiding anything from you. You heard what Uncle Zhao just said. Experts will come to check you tomorrow. You can listen nearby." Song Liangyu said with a smile: "Dad, you got it.
It's not an incurable disease. It only requires a small operation. Didn't Uncle Zhao say that the most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself and stay in a happy mood..."
Wang Dacheng interrupted him with a sad look on his face. "Don't hide it from me. I know my own body. I'm not afraid of death. I just can't worry about my palm..."
"Dad, Zhangzhu, don't worry. She has me. I will definitely take good care of her and be good to her all my life..." Song Liangyu blurted out. After finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Dacheng slightly uneasily.
Wang Dahua looked at him and smiled helplessly. "I have a terminal illness, right? What is it? Gastric cancer."
Song Liangyu's face changed after hearing what Wang Dacheng said. He smiled reluctantly. "Dad, please stop thinking about it. Really, it's nothing serious."
Wang Dacheng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Song Liangyu. His eyes were extremely sharp. "I order you now to tell me the true condition of my illness. I don't need other people's well-intentioned deception."
Song Liangyu shivered when Wang Dacheng saw him. He gritted his teeth and said helplessly: "Although your illness sounds like it is terminal, the doctor said it is possible to be cured. Don't put too much mental burden on yourself."
Wang Dacheng was doubtful before, but when he heard Song Liangyu's words, it felt as if he had been sentenced to death. His heart felt as if he was dead. He seemed tired. He closed his eyes and murmured: "Since Zhangzhu wants to hide it from me, I Just pretend you don’t know.”
He knew that gastric cancer was a disease. Even if the operation was successful, the possibility of recurrence in the future was very high. After all, he would not live for a few years. He did not want to make his daughter uncomfortable, so he just followed his daughter's wishes and pretended not to know.
Wang Dacheng's words were exactly what Song Liangyu wanted.
Song Liangyu began to be ecstatic after learning that Wang Da had stomach cancer. However, he tried his best to restrain himself in front of outsiders.
He didn't expect that God would protect him so much and give him such a good opportunity. He thought that once Wang Dacheng knew that he had gastric cancer, he would definitely start arranging his funeral affairs. Wang Zhangzhu was only a little girl. Wang Dacheng It is very possible that the Chutian Group will be handed over to him.
But Wang Zhangzhu was not allowed to reveal the true condition of Wang Dacheng. Song Liangyu had just revealed it deliberately in front of Wang Dacheng. Only by letting Wang Dacheng know how serious his condition was could he let go of the Chutian Group as soon as possible. that power.
Wang Dacheng fell ill. There was only one pregnant Wang Zhangzhu left. There was nothing to fear.
Chu Huandong's home in Lion City. Looking out from the window of the mansion, the sky is blue, with thick clouds and a bit cold. But in the living room of the Chu family's mansion, the temperature is suitable, and there is a lot of laughter and chatter.
Today is Xiaoyou’s birthday. Chu Huandong took the initiative to hold a birthday party for her at home. He invited his close friends and family members.
As today's birthday girl, Xiaoyou sat on the main seat. Chu Huandong sat next to her. Niu Niu was next to Chu Huandong. Chu Huandong was talking and laughing with everyone while peeling shrimps leisurely. His His fingers were slender and his skills were skillful. With a gentle pull, the red shrimp shells fell off. He stacked the peeled shrimps one by one in Niu Niu's porcelain plate. He said lovingly: "Baby, eat it. .”
Niu Niu picked up the pink and white shrimp meat and dipped it in the sauce. She took a bite and said happily: "Aunt Xiaoyou also likes to eat shrimp. But she is busy peeling it for me every time, so she can't even eat it herself."
"Oh, really." Chu Huandong's handsome face showed a handsome smile. "Then daddy will peel the shrimps for you two to eat today."
As he spoke, he peeled off a few more shrimps and put them on Xiaoyou's plate. The beauties on the table looked at Xiaoyou with envy and jealousy in their eyes. Xiaoyou felt a little embarrassed and shy. Chu Huandong didn't realize it. He gave her another fish eye.