Chapter 697 How Cruel

Song Wan is staying with Chu Xiang in the hospital every day, and every time, Chu Lu will think of what he, the father, did when Xiao Yudian was sick.

And every time he thinks about this, what tortures him is these past memories.

"How is Chu Xiang?" Xia Ruoxin asked Chu Lu. This man had been coming back late recently, probably because of Chu Xiang. In fact, she was a little envious of him.

Compared to her little raindrops, Chu Xiang is indeed much happier.

"Still waiting ****," Chu Lu reached out and hugged his daughter, and then held her small body in his arms.

Fortunately, it's not you. Otherwise, what do you want dad to do?

It can be seen that Chu Lu's spirit is not very good, and Xia Ruoxin will not say anything excessive to him at this time. As for Chu Xiang, Xia Ruoxin can't help much, she just hopes that Chu Xiang can find a suitable *** as soon as possible. *, medicine is very advanced now, and the possibility of cure is very high.

In fact, all of them maintained an optimistic mood. They were just worried about Song Wan, or maybe they were confused because of their concern. On the hospital bed, as long as Chu Xiang cried, Song Wan would be anxious and her heart would hurt. However, they never waited for the timely release.

And Song Wan really couldn't wait any longer. The doctor's words seemed to be sentencing her to death every day, saying that if there was no suitable doctor, Chu Xiang might die.

No, she has to find a way on her own.

It’s better to be a child’s, it’s better to be a child’s.

At this time, she was in a war between heaven and man. She actually thought of a way, but to put it bluntly, such a thing was illegal, and she really couldn't do it, and she couldn't make this decision, but now But Chu Xiang really couldn't delay.

She gritted her teeth and finally made a decision.

"Dean, do you think this is feasible?"

In the orphanage, Song Wan had been talking to the dean for a long time. The dean was now very familiar with her. Although the dean was not clear about her purpose, she was not stupid either.

"Mrs. Chu, can you tell me, is it because of Chu Xiang's illness that you want to adopt another child?"

Song Wan was stunned for a moment. She was confused if she was so concerned, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Mrs. Chu, Chu Xiang can still be saved. I want to ask you not to give up that child." The dean thought for a while, but finally said it. Originally, she shouldn't have said this, but in front of God, All lives are equal, there is no distinction between high and low.

Song Wan knew that the dean had misunderstood, but she did not explain.

When she came out of the dean's lounge, all her strength seemed to have been drained from her whole body, which was a little unbearable. It was this kind of fatigue that was coming from her body at this time.

The light outside fell on her face, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were about half as thick as in the past few days. But at this time, the light that was not considered dazzling shone on the top of her eyes, but it actually seemed to be piercing. Her eyes hurt unknowingly.

She was about to go out, but she heard the voices of two little girls. They were so small that they should be as old as Chu Xiang.

"Sister, what do you want most?"

A little girl was talking, and her voice was somewhat familiar to Song Wan, but she couldn't figure out for a moment whose voice it belonged to. Children's voices are all childish, especially those of three or four years old. , sometimes it’s hard to even tell the difference between a boy and a girl, let alone something else.

Guo'er sat on the wheelchair and held up her little face.

"Guo'er wants to help her brother earn a lot of money, so that he can go to school in the future and won't have to endure hardship, and he won't have to save candy for Guo'er to eat every time."

Not every child will believe adults' fairy tales. Just like Guo'er, she has always known some things, but she just pretends not to know.

The other little girl twisted her little body, then lay down next to the little girl and said something. Guoer understood and smiled at her, and the little girl ran away.

Song Wan wanted to leave, but for some reason, she managed to sneak over and knelt down next to Guo'er.

"Are you a child here?" she asked, her eyes also on Guoer's disabled leg. This child has only one leg and is sitting on a wheel. He looks very petite and pitiful.

"Hello grandma, yes, my brother and I are both children of the orphanage," Guoer answered clearly.

Song Wan stood up and wanted to leave, but in the end he held her hand tightly and held back the feeling of guilt in her heart.

"You want to give your brother a better life?"

"Yes," Guo'er nodded vigorously.

"What if grandma could do it for you?"

"Really?" Guo'er pulled Song Wan's sleeve, "Can grandma really help Guo'er and give Guo'er a lot of money?"

"Yes, you can," Song Wan smiled stiffly, "I can, but grandma needs the same thing from Guo'er."

As she spoke, she really felt like a devil's hand stretched out to her, and even tightened her neck, making her unable to breathe, and she didn't even know what she was going to do or what she was going to say. Only the words in his mouth came out word by word.

"What kind of fruit does grandma need? Can it grow?" The child's naivety thought that what she wanted was something that could grow, just like her legs, which could grow. This is what her brother said.

"Of course," Song Wan smiled at this time, with an expression that she didn't understand. She put her hand on Guo'er's hair. The child looked like a little raindrop, and the little raindrops were also so soft. With hair, can she really be cruel?

However, when he thought of Chu Xiangzhi, who was still being tortured in the hospital and might die at any time, his heart, which was about to soften, hardened again.

She told herself that she only needed one, really just one. Although it couldn't grow, it was completely fine for one person. This was what the doctor said. Her Xiangxiang would only have one kidney in the future, so she would definitely be able to grow one. You can live to be a hundred years old, right?

"Guo'er, will you promise grandma?" She felt like a cannibal witch, inducing ignorant children to step into her trap step by step.

"Guo'er agrees," the child smiled brightly, without any sense of crisis. She stretched out her little finger, "Then grandma, let's do it. Grandma will promise to give Guoer a lot of money and ask her brother to go to school and learn painting. Is the painting good?"

"Okay, grandma agreed," Song Wan said, her nose was very sour, but in the end she was determined and remembered the child's name, which was Guo'er.