With Wenxuan's support, He Mengjie felt a little better. She walked slowly to Yuan Hao's bed, took a deep breath, and after thinking for a long time, she managed to call out "Dad" softly from her throat.
Yuan Hao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, and the sound on the heartbeat monitor accelerated.
He just stared at He Mengjie blankly for a long time, and then a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on the white sheets.
Seeing Yuan Hao crying, He Mengjie felt very uncomfortable and her eyes were wet.
Xiang Huayun couldn't control it for a long time and started crying. While crying, he said to Yuan Hao: "Did you hear it? Xiaojie called you daddy. You should feel at ease! From today on, you have to start fighting."
You must work hard to fight against the disease, mom believes you will succeed!"
When Yuan Hao heard his mother say this, he could no longer control his emotions and cried softly.
For a moment, there was a lot of crying in the ward, and the atmosphere was quite sad.
On this day, He Mengjie stayed in the hospital until evening before going back. She was silent most of the time, but she sat silently by Yuan Hao's bed, getting him things when he needed them.
This way of hers was the way she accompanied her mother, sitting silently, not saying anything, and letting her mood wander.
Occasionally, Xiang Yunhua would force a smile and tell He Mengjie something happy, but these could not conceal the fact that Yuan Hao's days were numbered.
When He Mengjie put aside her resentment and tried to get along with them, she discovered that sometimes, it felt good to have a father.
It's a pity that this father's love comes too late, too late.
In the next two days, Yuan Hao's spirit miraculously improved a lot, and he cooperated very well with the doctor during the treatment. This made He Mengjie feel somewhat comforted. She might have really wanted him to die before, but now her thoughts are unknown.
Changes occurred unconsciously.
However, in a few days, He Mengjie's vacation will be over. On the last day, Xiang Yunhua held He Mengjie's hand tightly and forced a smile: "You must take good care of yourself when you go to the United States. Don't worry.
, your father will wait until the day you graduate."
Everyone knew that when she said this, she was just trying to comfort herself. Yuan Hao could only live for no longer than three months, which was what the doctor said privately.
The day He Mengjie left, Wenxuan said to her: "Don't worry, I will take good care of my father-in-law." He was shameless, and now he started calling him father-in-law.
He Mengjie couldn't help but laugh, and gently tapped his nose: "You still have to take care of yourself and Tingyu!"
Wenxuan nodded obediently, then winked and said to her: "It's strange, Yuan Hao's wife and his autistic child have never visited him..."
He Mengjie stopped talking. Based on her interactions with Xiang Yunhua and Yuan Hao in the past few days, she had already sensed that there were some problems between Yuan Hao and his wife.
But these are not within the scope of her thinking, and she has to leave now...
Before boarding the plane, Wenxuan took her hand and said in a solemn voice: "If Yuan Hao... then I will notify you to come back for the funeral. After all, you are the main heir to his inheritance..."
After Wenxuan finished speaking, he looked at He Mengjie carefully. She thought He Mengjie would be a little unhappy, but she said quietly: "I hope he won't die so easily."