There were two symbolic knocks on the door, neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor urgent.
"Looking for me?"
The person who pushed the door open was a man.
He is about thirty years old, tall and straight; his face has sharp edges between his eyebrows and eyes, he is resolute and handsome, neither happy nor angry but has a calm demeanor.
He slowly approached the woman looking at the window and stopped three steps behind her.
There was no familiarity or unfamiliarity in his tone; this man who frequently appeared on TV and financial newspapers as the "successor of Ruiyan Group" actually had no shares, he was just the executive general manager.
Qin Xiaoman turned around, with a warm smile on her face; a smile that held thousands of thoughts and worries, full of calmness and trust, but without any warmth.
This woman is about fifty years old, but she is still breathtakingly beautiful. What the years have carved on her face is the trace of happiness, plain and quiet tenderness; the faint smile is just like the one in front of the teaching building many years ago.
A girl stands quietly under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
"Xiao Lei..."
The man frowned without any trace, as if helpless and unreasonably stubborn. "Lu Lei!"
Qin Xiaoman shook his head helplessly, but had no intention of arguing anymore.
Until the two of them walked to the sofa in the hall and sat down, Qin Xiaoman remained silent.
"Mr. Yan is operating." After all, it was the man who spoke first.
She nodded slowly; even though she warned herself thousands of times, the corners of her eyes still sparkled.
"I just came back from the hospital and sent him to the operating room."
Lu Lei's heart sank, but he spoke again in a calm and reassuring tone. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. The doctors are all the best experts brought back from the United States. I have read the surgical plan carefully; Mr. Yan
Everything will be fine."
At this time, Qin Xiaoman had no strength to even smile in his heart; the remaining strength could only maintain the sliding distance of a drop of tear.
"I just talked to Dr. Anderson;"
Yes, we have talked about it. Originally, lymphoma was not a fatal disease according to the current medical level, but the location of the primary tumor was too dangerous; when the medical doctor who was one of the best in this field said that the success rate of the surgery was only
With a rate of about 20%, she could still walk back to the ward. This, to her, was simply a miracle.
At the door of the operating room, her husband, as he had done every morning for more than twenty years, kissed her face carefully and said to her, "Wait until I come back."
She said "ok" with her most beautiful smile.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Xiaoman could no longer support the weight of his body; his pale fingers rested on the sofa seat, and his joints began to tremble.
Lu Lei subconsciously wanted to stand up; but he held it back and looked at the woman in front of him - his adoptive mother.
She still had something to say, and she had to finish it; she couldn't just let all her strength be drained away like this!
"Lu Lei," she raised her head and looked at him. For the first time, she shouted so solemnly and deeply, "Yiman, I'll give her to you, okay?"
Her eyes were moist and misty; but she still spoke clearly.
The man sitting opposite stared at her in shock; his brows slowly furrowed, and for a moment, his mind went blank, but he finally understood what she said. The man shook his head firmly.