She put her hand around his neck and comforted him: "The director is still undergoing chemotherapy anyway. It will take some time until the chemotherapy is completed. There may be other suitable donors."
"Qianqian..."
He didn't expect that she would comfort him in turn. Although her eyes were filled with sadness, she still pretended to be relaxed in front of him.
"Don't worry. You go take a shower first. I see you are smelling of oil smoke. I told you not to stay in the kitchen. You insist on staying. Go and wash yourself off."
She reached out and pushed him towards the bathroom.
"All right."
After hesitating for a moment, Shi Jing nodded, took a change of pajamas and walked towards the bathroom.
Not wanting Shi Jing to see the helplessness in her eyes, she silently sat down on the sofa after Shi Jing entered the bathroom.
She curled up her legs and put her head on the sofa, burying her whole head in it. She sobbed softly with obvious forbearance, making her whole body tremble.
Is there really no hope? Is God really so cruel to let her watch her dearest people leave in front of her again and again?
When Shi Jing came out of the bathroom, he saw Qian Qianqian sitting on the sofa, her trembling back looking even more helpless and distressed in the dark night.
He knew that she had been holding back from beginning to end, forcing a smile in front of him and not wanting him to worry. Was it every time that she was sobbing silently in a corner where he couldn't see, going alone like this?
Bear everything?
"Silly girl."
He walked up behind her and held her in his arms, "Don't bear this alone, okay?"
Qian Qianqian's body was stiff for a moment. After a while, she turned around, threw herself into Shi Jing's arms, and sobbed: "What should I do? I can't help the dean anymore, what should I do?"
"Idiot, didn't you say that it will be some time before the chemotherapy is finished, and we may still be able to find a donor."
He reached out, pushed her away from his arms, held her tearful cheeks with both hands, and said, "Qianqian, let's not give up until the last moment, okay?"
"Yeah! I won't give up."
Having said that, tears still kept pouring from her eyes.
"That's how you behave."
He stretched out his hand lovingly, wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "Didn't I tell you that you look ugly when you cry? Go take a shower and go to bed after taking a shower. Let's go see the dean together tomorrow.
"
"Um."
Nodding obediently, she stood up from the sofa, wiped the remaining tears on her face, picked up her pajamas and walked towards the bathroom.
That weak figure full of powerlessness made Shi Jing frown in distress.
How could such a petite body withstand so many hardships?
While Dean Qian was undergoing chemotherapy, Qian Qianqian, Qian Shenshen, and several other relatively older children in the orphanage took turns taking care of him.
Although chemotherapy is very painful, Dean Qian is in good spirits, and everyone feels a little better.
"Qianqian, I'll give you a few days off to take good care of your dean. Look at how exhausted you are."
Boss Wang from the piano store looked at Qian Qianqian's haggard and thin cheeks with some pity and said.
"I'm fine. Boss, the dean and others are taking care of me. I don't need to ask for leave."
"You kid..."
Boss Wang didn't know what to say. This little girl had been working for him for a while. Even he liked her enthusiasm for work and friendly attitude.