Wang Donglin's mother arrived at the hospital first.
Two secretaries accompanied her. She was very tall, and her early military career gave her a majestic look on her face. As soon as she entered the door, she was not as shouting as other mothers, but she still had a nervous look on her face, "Dong Lin
,What’s wrong with you?"
Wang Donglin sat up and leaned on the head of the bed with a smile on his face, but his breath was a little weak: "Dear Ms. Daqing, you are finally here."
Wang's mother's name was Liu Daqing. She glared at her son and said, "Be serious and show me the report."
After reading the report, even though he was calm, his hands were shaking slightly, and a trace of deep sadness appeared on his serious face, as if the wrinkles on his forehead increased in an instant.
She looked at her son suspiciously, as if it was like a bolt from the blue.
"How could this happen? Donglin, how could this happen? Haven't you always been well? Why did you suddenly get this disease?"
He spread his hands and said, "Everyone is equal before the disease."
Liu Daqing put down the report sheet: "We must transfer to the hospital immediately."
"With this kind of disease, there is no need to rush on this day. There is no need to rush."
"Why are you not in a hurry? You kid, don't dare to delay your condition."
"It's really nothing. The conditions here are pretty good in all aspects, no worse than hospitals abroad."
"No, one day earlier is the chance to be saved sooner."
Liu Daqing couldn't bear it anymore: "I'll arrange a private plane to pick you up tonight."
"It's not impossible to transfer to the hospital, but, mother, you have to wait for Zhou Ting."
"Zhou Ting has already called me and said she will definitely arrive tonight. She is on the plane now and it is probably time to get off the plane."
Liu Daqing walked a few steps in the room and sighed: "How could you get sick at this time? Donglin, your wedding will be in twenty days, and now something like this suddenly happened, what should I do?"
Wang Donglin spread his hands: "Mom, what do you think we should do?"
"The banquet has been booked and the invitations have been sent out. Alas, I don't know what to do. I still have to look at Zhou Ting's child. I really don't know what she will think..."
Originally, we were expecting a big happy event between the two families, and there was nothing to be happy about after so many years, but everything was ready, but this happened.
Because of Zhou Ting's work relationship, many important colleagues at the United Nations have received invitations. Even if the wedding is notified, what will happen?
Even Liu Daqing, who had always been calm, was uneasy: If his son had this disease, would Zhou Ting still agree to hold the wedding as scheduled? This girl is not a fool.
Liu Daqing walked around the ward several times and stopped: "No, I'll go find the doctor and ask about the situation, and then ask them to arrange a consultation with an expert team."
Wang Donglin took her hand: "Mom, please sit with me for a while. I haven't seen you for almost a year, don't you miss me?"
Ms. Daqing usually never does this, but when she learned that her son was sick, it was like a bolt from the blue. She was already in a state of confusion. And then she was dragged by her son like this. Watching her son lose weight violently, her eyes were sunken, and her heart was filled with tears.
Broken, although he still kept a straight face, he sat down in front of his son as instructed, held his son's hand tightly, turned around and told the two secretaries: "You should contact Professor Zhang immediately..."
Wang Donglin smiled and said: "Mom, why are you anxious? You can't rush this kind of thing."
She couldn't believe it: "Dong Lin, you can still laugh?"
