As soon as He Xiangdong said this, all the people standing at the door were stunned.

The doctor was also obviously stunned for a moment, then thought for a while and said, "Yes, yes, but the side effects of that kind of medicine are relatively serious. What are you going to do?"

He Xiangdong said: "I want to use it for my master."

After getting He Xiangdong's confirmation again, the doctor was a little confused. The old man inside was like that, why did he use this medicine for him?

Zhang Shubai frowned in displeasure when he heard this, and said, "Xiaodong, this matter..."

Zhang Yushu stopped his son and shook his head at him.

Zhang Shubai looked stagnant, smiled bitterly, and stopped talking.

He Xiangdong looked into the doctor's eyes.

The doctor frowned and asked, "The patients are already like this. Teacher He, please tell me, what is the purpose of giving him this medicine?"

He Xiangdong said seriously: "The dignity of an artist."

The doctor was stunned and didn't understand.

But Zhang Yushu and Tian Jiani next to them all raised their heads because they were artists.

At this moment, Zhang Shubai also showed all the expressions of thought. He knew this kind of pride and dignity, but he was not an artist, so it was difficult to understand this kind of pride.

He Xiangdong looked at the doctor's eyes, his expression and tone were very serious: "The dignity of a general, on the battlefield, was killed in battle, was the most glorious way of death for a general; the dignity of an artist, on the stage, on the coughing-up stage, was the most glorious way of death for an artist."

"My master has been talking crosstalk for a lifetime, and he has to be stronger for a lifetime. He is absolutely unwilling to die in the hospital bed like this. Now he has not had a few days to live, so I beg you to give him a chance to stand on the stage again."

"Please." He Xiangdong bowed.

The doctor frowned. The side effects of that medicine on the body were very great. Fang Wenqi was about to run out of oil. This medicine was simply a death-hunting medicine for Fang Wenqi. Although Fang Wenqi had been alive for a few days, it was not used like this.

The doctor is very confused.

Zhang Yushu sighed and advised: "Doctor, just give him medicine, just treat it as satisfying the old man's last wish, otherwise, even if he dies, he will have regrets."

The doctor helped He Xiangdong up, who was bowing, and then said, "I can't make any decisions about this matter. I'll discuss it with our director. I'll try to tell you as much as possible."

"Please." He Xiangdong said again.

The doctor nodded and left.

He Xiangdong turned around and looked at Fang Wenqi who was sleeping peacefully in the ward. He sighed and said, "The old man has been stubborn all his life. He doesn't want to die just like this, right? He definitely doesn't want to. He always wanted to go on stage to speak crosstalk, but he is old and can't go on. I've known this for a long time."

He Xiangdong said to himself: "When we were running around the country, the old man went to the door of other supermarkets to talk about stand-ups for free. I know he couldn't let go. Although he didn't go on stage, he didn't let go of his basic skills in recent years."

"I know he still wants to say crosstalk. Now he is almost dead. If he can still play before he dies, I think he will be very satisfied. Well, yes, the old man should be very happy, well, yes."

Everyone next to him was silent.

Tian Jiani sighed deeply and felt deeply distressed.

They all understand He Xiangdong's current thoughts. His nagging is to provide guidance for himself and to strengthen his beliefs.

Don’t think that taking medicine just by taking medicine is just a simple word, it seems very easy. This medicine is a death-driven medicine for Fang Wenqi, and he will die after using it.

Although Fang Wenqi has not had a few days to live, there is no such thing. For example, he can live for one week, take medicine, and stage one on stage, and die in two days of living. After all, this is short of his life, even if it only takes a few days.

To put it seriously, He Xiangdong's behavior can be said to be very unfilial, so the pressure on him to make such a decision is actually very great.

No one around came forward to disturb or comfort him. They knew that He Xiangdong was not asking for this.

After a while, the doctor brought the director and the director confirmed with them again and announced the hospital's decision.

The medication is OK, but both the patient's family and the patient themselves need to sign and agree, and a non-accountability agreement is required. No matter what the result of the medication is, the hospital cannot be held accountable.

He Xiangdong signed the sign. His hands were shaking when he signed the sign. He couldn't even see clearly what the name of the medicine was. In just three words, it seemed that he had taken off all the strength of He Xiangdong's body.

After signing, He Xiangdong felt like he was standing alone in the turbulent ocean, lonely and helpless, at a loss.

I can't see the edge or the shore, so I just drifted...

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.

It was not until He Xiangdong felt that his legs were being held by someone, that he felt that he had finally stepped on the ground, and his trance expression finally woke up.

When he looked down, it turned out that it was Xiao He who hugged his legs. Xiao He was still looking up at him and kept shaking his legs.

He Xiangdong touched Xiao He's head, looked up at the nervous people, and he smiled. At this time, he was very pale.

Zhang Shubai said: "Xiaodong, your face is very bad now. Do you want to go home and take a rest first? We are watching here. You didn't sleep all night last night, right?"

He Xiangdong rubbed his face, his hands were wet, and just now the cold sweat came out on his forehead. He said, "I'm fine. I'll go in and guard the master. Just wait and squint."

Zhang Yushu said: "We know that you have a good relationship with your master, but your own body is the first priority. You can't collapse. Brother Fang probably has to lie down for a long time like this, and you have to plan it yourself. This is a protracted battle."

"Well, I know." He Xiangdong nodded, "Then I'll go in and see my master first."

Zhang Yushu also nodded: "Okay, go."

He Xiangdong walked in and sat on the edge of Fang Wenqi's bed, tucked Fang Wenqi's quilt, and sighed, "Master, I just made a decision for you, and I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I did that. I also know that you want to go on stage, so you must hold on, you have to be more arrogant."

"I'm still waiting to see how our father and I stand on the stage again. You don't often say that we should be worthy of the audience when we go on stage. You can't speak crosstalk like this when you lie on the hospital bed. At that time, I'm helpless if the audience says they'll refund the ticket. You can solve it yourself."

"Oh...Master..."
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