C30

"No, you don't understand. I only have this one son. Now that he's so sick, I really don't know what to do."

"Mm …" "I understand, I really understand …" Wasn't she the only husband?

After hanging up the phone, she stood there in a daze for a long time. However, just as she was about to turn around and return to her room, she was shocked by the figure in the corridor.

It was Song Beichuan, he didn't know how long he had been standing there. For a moment, the two stared at each other in silence.

After a while, he walked over and opened his arms wide to embrace her.

The moment the doctor announced that the operation was a success, Lin Xiao Qing let out a breath of relief, as if someone had finally removed the huge rock in her chest.

The doctor, however, did not keep her happy for long.

"However, we can't be too careless. The next step is to see how effective the chemotherapy will be." The doctor's tone was still lukewarm.

"Then... How many times do you need to undergo chemotherapy? " Even if she had experienced it, she was at the end of her life. The doctor had almost told her to lie in bed and wait for her to die, so she didn't really know much about the progress and effects of chemotherapy.

"Not necessarily," the doctor said, shrugging his shoulders, keeping his voice low. "I can't promise you that I'll need it a few times now. It'll depend on how well he's doing with the treatment."

She was at a loss for words. She didn't know what else she could ask.

The doctor patted her shoulder when she didn't say anything. "Be optimistic, things aren't so bad. I've seen many of the more serious patients who managed to survive."

"Mm …" She pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. "Thank you. We will work hard together."

"Then I'll take my leave, come find me if you have any questions."

"Alright, I know. Thank you so much."

With that, the two of them politely bowed to each other. The doctor turned around and left, and Lin Xiaoqing returned to the ward to stand guard by the bed. She quietly stared at Song Beichuan's sleeping face and couldn't help but reach out to touch his pale face.

She suddenly remembered that when they were married, he had worked nearly sixteen hours a day to build a firm foundation for the company.

In addition to his own work, he had to attend meetings, recruit people, find cases, run businesses, and sometimes even personally repair the company's second-hand equipment. He didn't even have to rest after work because he had to keep getting drunk, drinking, smiling, and chatting for the sake of his performance … But she had never cared about him.

She didn't care how much alcohol he drank, didn't care if his meals were good or not, didn't care if he slept enough.

Thinking of this, her nose turned sour, and her tears began to fall again. She couldn't help wondering if she'd left him like that in her previous life, and if he had cancer after his divorce. After discovering it, should Han Tong take care of him? His mind was in a mess, a mess without any pattern. It was like a lump of paste.

She couldn't help but think that perhaps it was because she was pregnant that forced Beichuan to shoulder the heavy burden, causing him to be overtired and thus leading to the consequences of today's events.

Thinking of this, her eyes unknowingly became hot. She quickly shook her head, shaking off those sad and negative thoughts.

This was not the time for self-pity. Beichuan needed her strength, and Cissy needed a competent mother. She stopped crying, pulled herself together, and began to think about what else she could do.

When Song Beichuan woke up, the first thing he saw was his mother and daughter. His wife was nowhere to be seen.

"You're awake?" Mother Song smiled and picked up her granddaughter who was playing by the side, "Xi Xi, dad woke up, do you want to greet dad?"

"Thud …" The daughter gave a lovely smile.

He forced a weak smile and reached out his hand to tease his daughter. It was dark outside the window.

"Around 7 PM."

"Where's Xiaoqing?"

"I told her to go back and rest." As she said that, Mother Song put down her naughty granddaughter who was constantly twisting around in her lap and continued, "I saw that she seemed really tired, so I told her to go out for a meal and a bath first. I also told her to take a nap before coming back to the hospital."

Song Beichuan nodded.

"By the way, I heard the doctor cut off half your stomach so you can eat?" Mother Song could not help but ask worriedly.

He smiled as if he had heard something stupid, "Of course you can, otherwise how would I survive? It's just that its appetite will be smaller. I should probably change my eating habits in the future, right? "No matter what you eat, or how much you eat …"

"What's the problem?" "Anyways, your wife's cooking skills are amazing, no matter what ingredients she uses, he can produce 5-star dishes." With that, she turned to Song Nanxi, who was bouncing around the ward, "Am I right? Cissy, Mommy made a nice meal, didn't she? "

Song Beichuan sighed in his heart. He couldn't tell if she was praising him sincerely or his mother was talking back.

"Mom …" He opened his mouth and called out softly.

"Hmm?"

"Don't blame Xiaoqing for this," he said, tilting his head and looking directly at his mother. "It's not her fault that I'm sick. It was my fault that I couldn't control myself when I was socializing."

Hearing his words, Mother Song froze for a moment before revealing a wry smile. "Sigh, I know. Anyway, when a son grows up, he will belong to his wife. This mother of mine is old, it's no use. Even a son has no right to interfere …"

"Mom!" He stopped her with a straight face.

Mother Song laughed out loud instead, "I just said that, don't be so serious!"

She patted her son's hand, and her expression slowly dimmed. She said in a low voice, "Actually, I understand all the things you said. But once I heard you had cancer, I really panicked. I didn't know what to do, so I blamed Xiaoqing for everything …"

His mother's expression made Song Beichuan speechless.

When his parents had divorced, he was only a year old and his mother had shouldered the responsibility of raising him. As a result, under the training of reality, his personality had gradually become tough and self-centered. He had almost never seen his mother look so dejected.

Suddenly, he held his mother's hand that had suffered countless hardships and said, "Xiaoqing has changed a lot these days. As you can see, she's really trying her best to curry favor with you and run this family, so …"

He did not finish his sentence, but only sincerely hoped that the two women whose lives were most important would no longer be in opposition to each other.

Mother Song was quiet for a few seconds, then revealed an awkward smile, "Alright, I understand, I coincidentally discovered recently … She doesn't seem so bad. "

Hearing this, Song Beichuan also laughed. How could he not understand? This was already her mother's greatest concession, and also her unyielding mother's clumsy way of expressing goodwill.