He Xiangdong stayed up all night and stayed with his master all night. Tian Jiani also stayed at the door for a night. She wanted to go in, but she felt that she would disturb them, so she stayed at the door.

The next day, the Zhang family came very early. Zhang Shubai's wife also brought breakfast. She made her own porridge and some dessert buns.

He Xiangdong also ate some, and the master didn't know how long he would have to lie on the hospital bed. His own body would not collapse, otherwise who would take care of his master?

He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani were having breakfast at the door of the ward. The Zhang family went in to see the old man, and He Xiangdong and his family were standing outside.

He Xiangdong frowned, ate the bun, and asked Xiao He: "Have you had breakfast?"

Xiao He nodded: "I've eaten it, I want to go in and see my grandfather."

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Go."

Xiao He ran in immediately.

Tian Jiani took out two small bowls, poured out a bowl of porridge from the thermos bottle, and handed it to He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong took the white porridge, but he didn't ask for anything, so he drank it all in one breath.

As soon as I swallowed it, Xiao He heard the excited voice in the ward: "Dad, Dad, Grandpa, Grandpa woke up, Grandpa,"

Hearing this, He Xiangdong hurriedly threw down the bowls and chopsticks and rushed into the ward immediately. Fang Wenqi opened his eyes weakly. He rushed to the bed, grabbed Fang Wenqi's hand, looked at Fang Wenqi's eyes and shouted: "Master, I am Dongzi, I'm back, Master, look at me, I'm back."

Fang Wenqi turned his head when he heard the voice and looked at He Xiangdong, but his eyes were not focused for a long time and his expression did not respond.

Zhang Yushu also shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang, wake up."

Zhang Shubai took a look and said nothing, and immediately turned around and went out to find a doctor.

“Master…”

"Grandpa, grandpa..." Xiao He was also shouting.

After a while, Fang Wenqi gradually returned to his clarity, his mind became clear, and his eyes became brighter. He opened his mouth, his voice was very silence, low and weak: "Dongzi...you are back."

He Xiangdong burst into tears and said hurriedly: "Yes, I'm back, I'm back."

Fang Wenqi wanted to laugh, but grinned for a long time, but didn't smile. He raised his eyes to look at the people surrounding him.

Zhang Yushu shouted again: "Brother Fang."

Fang Wenqi shouted weakly: "Zhang... Zhang'er, this is Zhang'er."

"It's me, it's me." Zhang Yushu nodded quickly, and he felt so uncomfortable when he watched his old friend become like this.

"Master..." Tian Jiani also shouted nervously.

Fang Wenqi can recognize people now: "Ha...he...he...he...xiao Jiani... is here."

Just this sentence made Tian Jiani burst into tears in an instant.

"Grandpa, and I, I'll come to see you too. You can get better quickly." Xiao He was also saying.

Fang Wenqi finally showed a smile on his face: "Little guy... is here."

Seeing that his master looked better, He Xiangdong felt a little relaxed and said, "Master, it doesn't matter. You should keep it well. Wait a few days before you get better. I will take you to Beijing to see our Xiangwen Society and your disciples. Look at our crosstalk, and our crosstalk is alive again."

"Well..." Fang Wenqi hunched, but he was too weak now, and he had no expression in his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

He Xiangdong called out again: "Master."

Fang Wenqi breathed weakly and said, "Okay... kid... Xiao Dongzi... you did a good job, okay."

He Xiangdong nodded in a hurry. Since he became popular, he has experienced many criticisms and received countless praises. There are even many media and art predecessors regard him as the savior of the folk art world and the leader of the crosstalk revival.

Countless praises and endless praises are not as important as the words "You did well" said by the master in front of him. For He Xiangdong, this is the highest honor.

He Xiangdong hurriedly said, "Yes, you have to hold on. The revival of crosstalk is right in front of you. It would be impossible without you. Your disciples are waiting for you to teach them their skills."

Fang Wenqi looked at the ceiling, and his eyes gradually disappeared without a condensed luster. His mind was getting lost again, but he was still chanting softly: "I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really want...I really say crosstalk..."

He Xiangdong couldn't hold back his tears anymore. The old man was like this, but he still couldn't let go of his crosstalk stage.

At this time, the doctor also came and the patients retreated outside.

After a while, the doctor finished the examination and looked at everyone and asked, "Who is the family?"

He Xiangdong stood up and said, "I am."

The doctor was obviously stunned and asked, "You are He Xiangdong and Teacher He?"

He Xiangdong nodded.

The doctor looked at him, turned his head to look at the ward, and asked, "Who is yours inside?"

He Xiangdong said: "My master."

After silence, He Xiangdong added: "It's also my father."

The doctor did not worry too much about this issue and said, "Oh, okay, I didn't expect that the old man was your relative, so we must take good care of him."

It seems that this doctor is still a fan of He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong also said: "Thank you, let's talk about the old man's situation."

The doctor sighed, shook his head and said, "The patient should be..."

Everyone's hearts suddenly sank.

Even though He Xiangdong had already expected this result, he still felt that his heart was twisted.

Tian Jiani was already crying, and all her tears were falling.

Zhang Yushu hurriedly said, "Doctor, think of a solution. No matter how expensive the medicine or how difficult it is to make, you can say that you can only save my old brother's life."

The doctor comforted him: "Don't be excited. I understand your mood very well. I also want to cure the old man, but this is no longer a problem of not having medicine. The patient's physical function is already very weak and cannot function normally. In other words, the patient has reached the limit."

As soon as these words were said, everyone lost their voices, and it was really time to go.

The doctor sighed again: "Ah... Actually, I have also seen the case of the elderly. The elderly have a poor physical foundation. It is not easy to hold on until now. I'm afraid it's not possible now."

The doctor looked up at everyone, then looked at He Xiangdong and said, "There are two solutions now. One is to keep the elderly in the hospital. We will give him good medicine, which can hold his life for about one or two more months, but the medicine has side effects, so the patient will feel very uncomfortable. The second is to take it home and take it carefully for you to take it yourself."

The doctor's meaning is already very clear. Fang Wenqi's life span has reached the limit. If he takes the medicine, he can last for one or two more months, but the medicine has side effects, and the elderly will suffer and suffer so much in the last one or two months of life span.

The other one is to take it home without medication. You may leave soon. That way you will suffer less, but you will live for a while.

Everyone present fell into silence. This is really a difficult choice. No matter how you choose, it is right, but no matter how you choose, it is wrong.

Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.

The doctor said to He Xiangdong: "Teacher He, think about it slowly. You will tell me when there is a result. Our hospital respects the opinions of the family."
Chapter completed!