Li Ziting was a little surprised. His father... was obviously trying to comfort him. Li Ziting said calmly, "I understand."
after……
What he cared about was not the child, what he cared about... was that he made her have an abortion.
This matter cannot be made up for without the future.
It can never be made up for.
Li Juefeng sat at the door, staring at his son with dark eyes. He was speechless for a moment. He only glanced at the food on the table and said, "Eat, I'm hungry."
"..."
Li Ziting looked at him and walked over. Before he could sit down, a text message sounded on his phone.
Li Ziting took the phone and found a text message from Ganlu, which was recorded.
Click on the audio and listen to the energetic voice of Ganlu coming from the phone, "I, Ganlu, can't be beaten to death! So no matter how many times you hurt me, I forgive you! No matter where you hide, I will find you!"
"..."
It was quiet in the Japanese hut.
The wind chimes tinkled.
Li Ziting listened, a flash of daze flashed in his eyes, and an unknown pain flashed across his chest.
Li Juefeng raised his eyes and glanced at him, the corners of his lips curved up, and he said mockingly, "This little girlfriend of yours is in good spirits."
She was dumped and kicked, and she searched for her for a month to no avail. If someone else would have been almost dead from exhaustion, she could still be so full of energy.
No wonder Gu Xiaoai admires her.
Like people from his Li family.
"..."
Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Li Ziting's face, and he quickly calmed down, put his phone away, walked to the table and sat down.
These days, Li Juefeng comes here every day, occasionally eating with him, and more often watching football games with him.
The so-called companionship is just companionship.
silent.
The two of them could sit there for hours without talking, just staring.
Coming out of the Japanese-style suite, Li Juefeng walked across the river to the suite opposite, where everyone on the medical team was working together.
The atmosphere is rigorous.
Li Juefeng walked over, grabbed the attending doctor's collar and dragged him out of the room. He stood outside, stared at him sharply, and asked in a cold voice, "When will my son get better?!"
"Well... Master Li's situation is rather special. He has all the symptoms of autism, but he is not particularly typical."
The attending doctor stood in front of Li Juefeng and said solemnly, "He knows better than us how to treat his disease, and he is willing to cooperate, but just because he knows better, our treatment has no effect on him at all.
This is so helpless.
"You mean he doesn't want to get better?!" Li Juefeng yelled coldly, grabbed his collar and dragged him to him.
"Of course not." The doctor quickly denied, "Psychiatric diseases are something he cannot control independently. If he wants to get better, he will be fine, but if he doesn't want to, it will be bad. That cannot be called a disease."
"Then what do you mean?! Don't give me nonsense!" Li Juefeng shouted impatiently.
"What I mean is that we cannot follow the usual treatment methods. Communication, communication, and even drugs are of no use to Master Li. We may have to find another way. We are studying other methods."
"Then do it quickly!" Li Juefeng grabbed his collar and almost hung him up, "I tell you! If my son can't recover, I will let you all be buried with him!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Li, I know, I know..."
The doctor's face turned red from being strangled, and he was so frightened that he kept talking. Li Ziting was a little surprised, his father... was obviously comforting him, Li Ziting said calmly, "I understand."
after……
What he cared about was not the child, what he cared about... was that he made her have an abortion.
This matter cannot be made up for without the future.
It can never be made up for.
Li Juefeng sat at the door, staring at his son with dark eyes. He was speechless for a moment. He only glanced at the food on the table and said, "Eat, I'm hungry."
"..."
Li Ziting looked at him and walked over. Before he could sit down, a text message sounded on his phone.
Li Ziting took the phone and found a text message from Ganlu, which was recorded.
Click on the audio and listen to the energetic voice of Ganlu coming from the phone, "I, Ganlu, can't be beaten to death! So no matter how many times you hurt me, I forgive you! No matter where you hide, I will find you!"
"..."
It was quiet in the Japanese hut.
The wind chimes tinkled.
Li Ziting listened, a flash of daze flashed in his eyes, and an unknown pain flashed across his chest.
Li Juefeng raised his eyes and glanced at him, the corners of his lips curved up, and he said mockingly, "This little girlfriend of yours is in good spirits."
She was dumped and kicked, and she searched for her for a month to no avail. If someone else would have been almost dead from exhaustion, she could still be so full of energy.
No wonder Gu Xiaoai admires her.
Like people from his Li family.
"..."
Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Li Ziting's face, and he quickly calmed down, put his phone away, walked to the table and sat down.
These days, Li Juefeng comes here every day, occasionally eating with him, and more often watching football games with him.
The so-called companionship is just companionship.
silent.
The two of them could sit there for hours without talking, just staring.
Coming out of the Japanese-style suite, Li Juefeng walked across the river to the suite opposite, where everyone on the medical team was working together.
The atmosphere is rigorous.
Li Juefeng walked over, grabbed the attending doctor's collar and dragged him out of the room. He stood outside, stared at him sharply, and asked in a cold voice, "When will my son get better?!"
"Well... Master Li's situation is rather special. He has all the symptoms of autism, but he is not particularly typical."
The attending doctor stood in front of Li Juefeng and said solemnly, "He knows better than us how to treat his disease, and he is willing to cooperate, but just because he knows better, our treatment has no effect on him at all.
This is so helpless.
"You mean he doesn't want to get better?!" Li Juefeng yelled coldly, grabbed his collar and dragged him to him.
"Of course not." The doctor quickly denied, "Psychiatric diseases are something he cannot control independently. If he wants to get better, he will be fine, but if he doesn't want to, it will be bad. That cannot be called a disease."
"Then what do you mean?! Don't give me nonsense!" Li Juefeng shouted impatiently.
"What I mean is that we cannot follow the usual treatment methods. Communication, communication, and even drugs are of no use to Master Li. We may have to find another way. We are studying other methods."
"Then do it quickly!" Li Juefeng grabbed his collar and almost hung him up, "I tell you! If my son can't recover, I will let you all be buried with him!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Li, I know, I know..."
The doctor was so strangled that his whole face turned red, and he kept talking in fright.