"doctor!!!"

Her voice was very sharp, and she was trembling with fear.

The doctors behind them rubbed Mo Huaiyuan's shoulders and rushed into the sequel.

Mo Huaiyuan stood blankly, listening to her crying voice, his heart hurt. This scream reminded him of the little she was rushing to the bed and crying heartbrokenly when Chen Pan passed away. He wanted to walk in, hug her, and tell her to calm down and not worry about Hu.

However, the content of her words hit him a lot.

This sounds like - An Zhanyu said first that he did not agree with them being together. In order to appease him who was sick, she said that she wanted to give up Mo Huaiyuan and other words.

She has given up countless times. Mo Huaiyuan felt that his heart had been tempered and would not hurt more than pain.

He can pretend not to care.

But - Does An Zhanyu really disagree?

In the past, he was suspicious at most, but he was not sure, but now he could hear it clearly. An Zhanyu just disagrees.

This time it’s not just An Ran, but even Mo Huaiyuan wants to know why?

Because he was an adopted son? But since he was a child, the young man Mo Huaiyuan did not call him parents, but only called his uncles and aunts. Because he was 9 years old and sensible when his biological parents died, he didn't think about which family to join.

Later, he graduated at the age of 18 and left home. At the age of 22, he saved enough money to live in his first living expenses and moved out of the house immediately. At most, he was just a child raised by An’s family.

Besides, there are not many people who know that Mo Huaiyuan is An Zhanyu's adopted son. He Mo Huaiyuan, his right-hand man, has long been able to stand alone. Since he became an adult, he no longer looks like he can survive. No one thinks that Mo Huaiyuan has to settle down and make a name for himself.

so,.

,what else?

In the ward, when he was anxious to call the doctor, he tripped over the vase on the table, and the porcelain fragments of the vase spilled all over the floor. Mo Huaiyuan walked in stepping on the "crying" pieces under his feet, and his eyes passed through the group of nurses and doctors who were busy rescue.

Is it because - disgusted?

Because I really look down on him?

As early as the first year after leaving home, Mo Huaiyuan quit self-pity and self-improvement. He has never lived a humble or arrogant life. But how he thinks he is the same thing, and how An Zhanyu thinks he misses him is another matter.

What kind of person is An Zhanyu in his heart?

Benefactor, kind father, and others who have raised and raised a man of enlightenment.

He is very important to him.

This is also why Mo Huaiyuan has never forgotten to consider An Zhanyu's feelings no matter where he goes in recent years. Mo Huaiyuan must remember things that his biological daughter doesn't remember. Ordinary children always use to care about whether their parents can give enough feelings for them. He is not. An Zhanyu is a natural responsibility to him.

An Ran sat beside the bed, holding his father's hand firmly, and wiping tears to see the nurse insert various tubes on him. The nurse advised her to retreat a little. Because of the palpitations, An Zhanyu needed to take quick-acting heart-saving pills urgently. An Ran sobbed and stepped a little, but saw a tall and tall figure in the corner of her eyes.

She froze all over and looked to the side involuntarily, and actually saw that it was him!

Another thunder exploded in her mind, and all her attention was instantly attracted by the tall figure. I wonder, when did he arrive?

Did he hear what he said just now?

"Mo Huaiyuan..."

The little woman's eyes were red and she leaned over. The little man subconsciously touched his big palm that was hanging beside him, but he touched the terrible cold hand. When she saw that his hand was cold red, as if he had just rushed back from outside the snow and ice.

This time, she held him and he did not break free.

The soft touch made him nostalgic. For a moment, he thought of the first time he saw her when he was a child, and the intimate child and youth he had been with him. She was always so timid, obedient and easy to rely on people.

The nurse was in a hurry to rescue, which made the whole ward infected by the tense atmosphere, staring as if the sky would collapse in the next second. Mo Huaiyuan moved his hand, held her, turned his straight body towards her, stroked her hair with a big palm, and said softly: "I won't leave until he gets better. Don't worry. I will handle the matter here."

This is his responsibility.

The little woman was gently held in his arms by him, and he was extremely sad to hear this sentence.

He also cared about it? How is An Zhanyu's attitude towards him?

It was enough to hurt him when she was with him. Now she wanted to add another An Zhanyu?

He must have been completely desperate for her. He said this because of responsibility, right?

"Huaiyuan..." The little hand gently clenched his shirt, and tears of heartache oozing from her swollen eyes. What did he want to say, but the palms that stroked the back of her head gradually tightened, and his voice sounded in her ears-

"Now, go out and sit for a while. Since the doctor has not issued a critical illness notice, it should be just ordinary palpitations. He is in a state of unstable mood, so don't cause trouble. OK?"

She couldn't even say a word, and she lay in his arms. Her pale little face was pitifully red. She put her little hands around his waist and buried it in his arms. She was trembling and refused to let go.

Mo Huaiyuan raised his chin gently, feeling the little woman's active approach, and his heart was in pain. He curled a pale smile and patted her head: "Don't do this..."

"This is still in his ward. You are not afraid. He suddenly woke up and saw you look like me again?"

He also really wanted to ask An Zhanyu, this person who is also crucial to him in his life, ask him - uncle, why? Where is me, not good?

An Ran was finally frightened by his words. When she thought of her father's face turned pale just now, she finally let go of Mo Huaiyuan.

An Zhanyu has almost recovered, but the lower part of his eyes is still blue-white. He raised his head and opened his mouth slightly and needed an oxygen shield to breathe normally.

On the other side, Mo Huaiyuan's tall figure still walked out and was discussing An Zhanyu's condition with the attending doctor at the door.

The attending doctor said nothing more than that: An Zhanyu is because of his stress, excessive thinking, and excessive emotional ups and downs, which leads to his heart, which is not very good, and he is more likely to experience palpitations and colic.

"Is there no way to get better? I can only keep calming his emotions and maintain them with medicine?" Mo Huaiyuan thought for a moment and asked.

The attending doctor pushed his glasses: "Of course not. Most of the diseases are caused by mood, diet and sleep. If you want to solve them thoroughly, it is better to ask him to untie the knot and get better by himself. If the knot is untieted, there is no upsetting things - or at least he will no longer worry about insomnia and night sweats every night, it will be almost enough."

"I think..." the attending doctor thought about the wording and said, "Secretary An is not old at all. He has seen many ups and downs in politics for many years, so he will not crush him. He has been healthy all his life, so don't be destroyed by some things among his juniors."

What I mean is that I guess I know that it was caused by the affairs between the younger generations that he was too concerned about. Is that right?

Mo Huaiyuan raised his eyes, looked at the long and long hospital corridor, held his breath and smiled pale, and said, "...Okay. I understand."

...

After An Zhanyu's condition stabilized, An Ran, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, felt the bones of his hands numb and the feeling of sweating all over his body.

She was in a daze, left her father who was already fine, and ran to the door several times.

She always had an illusion that the scene just now was a dream. Could it be that she missed him so much that she felt like he had come back to find them?

When the little nurse once again explained softly to her without getting tired of it... Mo Huaiyuan finished his work and walked over from the other end of the corridor.

The little woman's hair was slightly messy, her furry head squeezed against the door, and she looked at him, stunned for a moment, and her eyes were a little wet.

Mo Huaiyuan held his breath, looked at her for a few seconds, reached out to pat her head, and went in with her.

In front of An Zhanyu's bedside, Mo Huaiyuan gently carried her to him and told her to lie in her arms and sleep for a while when she was tired. This would make her feel more comfortable. After all, An Zhanyu fainted and didn't know how long it would take to wake up. If she didn't wake up at night, they would have to change shifts.

Mo Huaiyuan did not forget that the An family had only two children, and they could only replace them if they had to take shifts.

The little woman was lying in his arms, her little hands climbing on his shoulders. Sleepiness came, but she didn't dare to sleep because she didn't know what would Mo Huaiyuan feel like holding her at this moment?

How many times have he been hurt by her? Until now, he has not forgotten that he has such responsibility to her and her father. Perhaps it is because he has become a habit of being good to her. There is no hesitation or unnaturalness in such intimacy, even if he is already full of holes in his heart.

She thought about this, and the more she thought about it, the more sad she became, the petite body tightly pressed against his arms.

It seemed as if it was about to blend into his body and touch his heart.

"Ranran."

He lowered his head and rubbed his ears, calling her in a hoarse voice.

The person who was sleeping in a daze woke up a little, opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him, rubbed him a few times, and pressed him tighter in his arms.

"You go back tonight, uncle, I'll do it." He said in a hoarse voice as if he was muttering in his sleep.

It was indeed heartwarming that she was rubbing against him like a small animal, but probably that was it. The limit he could get was like this. No matter how much he had, there would be nothing. No matter how much he could not touch her heart, he would always be with her, but he was not the one she wanted.

"..." She was confused and wanted to say something to refuse.

The corners of his lips curled lightly and he spit out a word: "Be good..."

He can just stay here quietly at night.

**********

The passenger plane landed in Kyoto, and then blew up the snowflakes. After gliding, it landed on the large runway of Kyoto Airport... Because it was late at night and it was a short opportunity to finally stop the snowfall. These passenger planes were full, and the prices had risen dozens of times. Some people must come to Kyoto. As soon as the cabin door opened, everyone inside was wrapped in thick clothes and walked down in the cold wind of Kyoto.

Chen Zhiyuan walked down alone tremblingly. The flight attendant looked worried and helped him, reminding him to be careful.

Chen Zhiyuan waved his hand and smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm not old yet."

"Sir... Hello..." The flight attendant saw the few chapters on his chest and was immediately shocked and took a breath, "Are you... flying from Kyoto alone from the south? Is anyone picking you up?"

Chen Zhiyuan still waved his hand: "I know the road, no one needs to pick you up."

"Then, then you go here, the green passage. It is specially prepared for retired soldiers and military personnel." The flight attendant helped him and walked to the other side.

After watching the old soldier with slightly gray hair, the flight attendant's tight back was straight and unable to relax for a long time, which was consciously caused.

"Why, have you met the old red soldier?" The crew leader came over and looked at her with the key. He couldn't help but feel funny when he saw her like that, "You are so serious and nervous."

The flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief and said unnaturally: "Team leader, you didn't see it. The old officer was wearing a first-class military medal. First-class, what a big deal!"

Maybe that would be a legendary legend in the army! Could she not be serious and careful?

The crew leader pulled out the key, looked at Chen Zhi's direction away, and said, "Then you didn't ask, where is the old soldier? Why did you take us to Kyoto so late in the middle of the night? Is there anything urgent?"

Such a big figure, aren’t you afraid of coming to Kyoto to cause any bloody storm?

"I didn't ask," she said without saying that much, and then curled her lips, "but I thought I knew that it was so late and so anxious to come here, maybe it was only one thing - to visit an old comrade who was in a critical illness or was about to die, otherwise there would be something else, how could it be so urgent?"
To be continued...