"This operation can cure her disease, but there is only a 60% chance, so you have to consider it." Yi Shu closed his eyes slightly, knowing how hard this news would hit him, but he had to say that although this young man was precocious
, but, after all, he is only 15 years old, how long can he bear it? He really feels sorry for these two children.
"Then what if we don't do it?" He asked about the other option, 60%, only 60%, that means, they have 40%, 40%, 4 out of 10 chances of losing her forever, no.
, 90% of them cannot take risks
"If you don't do it," the doctor's voice paused for a moment, turned to look at him, the voice pierced his heart like a needle, "if you choose not to do it, then her heart will gradually weaken, and one day
, will not be able to fit her body, what I mean, do you understand?" The doctor did not tell him the result directly, but Sayato heard it clearly.
"Shaye, please discuss this with your parents," he sighed, "but it's best not to exceed a year." He understood his mood very well. The success rate of surgery is very low, but it is the only way to save it.
Her method, this disease is really difficult
One year, Sayato looked at his hands. His fingers were still trembling due to nervousness. He raised his head and his eyes were so calm that it was unbelievable.
"I understand, thank you, medical skills." He nodded to the medical skills. The handsome figure belonging to young Qi Chang disappeared between the doors.
The door opened, and as soon as I looked up, I saw Otoyu's innocent and popular smile. That smile, with the fragrance of jasmine, was shallow, light, and beautiful, unstained by dust.
"Let's go," the corners of his mouth suddenly raised. He pushed the wheelchair and looked at the hair on her head that was as soft and bright as the night. The deep blue eyes slowly added color, as deep as the deep sea.
The sea water in the center of the center gradually evoked a mist of water.
Otoyu was sitting on the hospital bed, looking out the window at the blue sky and flipping through a book with black typefaces in it. When her hand touched it, the faint fragrance of ink came. She lowered her head and smiled, unable to see the sun.
But very warm
Sayato was leaning against the wall at the door of the ward. The mobile phone in his hand had been replaced with a new dark blue one, which looked like his eyes. But if you listened carefully, you could still hear the sound of the other party hanging up the line for a long time. He
Then he closed the phone, stretched out his slender fingers, and pinched the swollen bridge of his nose.
Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Otoyu
Everything is his fault. What should they do?
Half a month later, Otoyu packed up the things she had brought with her and looked around to see if there was anything else she had not picked up. She walked to the window, opened it, reached out and took out a small pot of jasmine flowers from the window.
The small white flowers are blooming lightly. Although they are not gorgeous, their fragrance is overflowing. She asked her brother to bring them from home. She sleeps in its fragrance every night. She has no sweet dreams, but no nightmares either.
Holding a small flowerpot, she gently pressed her face against it. It smelled so good...
The door opened, and Sayato also walked in. He looked at the salute placed at her feet and said, "You're so quick. Have you packed everything up?" His smile was still so gentle,
"Well, okay" she smiled at him, "Also, I haven't forgotten this." She lifted the jasmine in her hand, and the faint fragrance kept lingering in the air. Okay, let's go, Sayato helped her
After raising their hands and saluting, Otoyu glanced back at the ward when the two of them walked out, and then closed the door. In the ward, a bed was lonely and quiet. A ray of sunlight shone through the window, and there was still a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
, constantly...and then slowly disappear into silence, but quiet...
When she walked out of the hospital, the sun was very bright, and a ray of light rushed into her heart. She stretched out her fingers, opened them, and between her five fingers, a thin ray of sunlight shone on her face. She lowered her head, and the jasmine flowers in her hands also glowed slightly.