Chapter 1123 The Real Murderer Emerges 8

The widow came out of the operating room.

The doctor shook his head, saying that she was powerless.

The cancer cells spread and there was no cure.

This was a destined outcome.

In the afternoon, the widow woke up and the first thing she did was to look around. She might not have seen Aqiang, so she was a little excited.

But she always despised herself for having a mentally ill son and felt ashamed. She never said a word about looking for her son.

The human heart is a complex contradiction.

On the one hand, she despised him, but on the other hand, she was reluctant.

In the end, the widow seemed to accept her fate and lay on the bed waiting to die.

She had no choice but to die.

Tang Yaoyao knew her fate long ago that she would not survive today.

However, the only thing that made Tang Yaoyao feel it was not worth it was that she had a mentally ill son, but her son's heart and eyes were full of his mother.

I don't know if the widow's fate was bitter or her blessing.

At the critical moment of her life, this fool was the only one who devoted himself to her.

After a while, Aqiang came in from outside again in a hurry, holding a plastic box with tofu pudding in his hand.

It should be steaming hot when it is served. Aqiang's hands are so hot that they turn red. He still can't control how much pain his hands feel. With tears and snot, he says in a simple and honest voice: "Mom, tofu pudding is here. Your favorite tofu pudding is here. You will feel better after eating it!"

The doctors and nurses present did not speak, but their eyes showed nothing but sadness and pity.

The widow looked at Aqiang, pursed her lips, but refused to say a word.

Aqiang put the plastic box on the table, took out a spoon and wiped it on his body. Seeing that the widow woke up, he smiled with relief: "Mom, open your mouth, Aqiang will feed you."

The widow kept staring at him, but did not scold him too much. Instead, she opened her mouth and swallowed the tofu pudding he handed over.

Aqiang was satisfied: "Is it delicious, mom?"

The widow's mouth trembled slightly, her eyes blurred, and she nodded.

Perhaps at this moment, she felt a little guilty about this stupid son.

She has done too many wrong things in her life, and she has paid the consequences on her child.

"That's good, that's good!" Aqiang wiped the widow's mouth.

Everyone in the ward left, leaving only the mother and son.

Aqiang fed the whole bowl of tofu pudding. For so many years, his relationship with the widow was too cold. It was finally calm for a while and he was able to calm down. For him, this was an encouragement.

He felt that this was a reward from his mother, a reward for his care.

So, Aqiang was very happy, so happy that he flew.

He also made faces to make the widow laugh, just like a ten-year-old child.

Innocent and full of childishness.

And Aqiang's childhood was dark, which might be the past he didn't want to recall.

A fool, accompanied by epilepsy, no matter his family or the villagers, would have prejudices.

Look down on him.

When he was a child, he didn't have a normal childhood, no friends, and was even laughed at as a fool.

The village gossiped, pointed at him when they saw him, no one talked to him, and regarded him as an alien.

His father thought he was shameful and felt that his existence brought shame to their family.

His mother couldn't bear the thought of giving birth to a fool, and was very indifferent to him, so he was locked up.

He stayed in a dark house all day, and couldn't go anywhere.

He spent his childhood in a small space.

After he finally grew up, his father contracted tuberculosis and cough, and couldn't work. The burden became heavier and heavier. His family regarded him as a nemesis, thinking that his appearance brought bad luck to their family.

Life became more and more harsh, and no matter how much he wanted to be loved and cared for by his parents, it didn't help.