Chapter 200

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Fu Xiaoning picked up his mobile phone to play games.

"Xiao Ning." Fu Jiaxiong's voice rang feebly. Fu Xiaoning quickly raised his head: "what's the matter? Dad, what's wrong? "

Looking at the undisguised worry on Fu Xiaoning's face, Fu Jiaxiong smiles indifferently: "it's OK, there's nothing uncomfortable."

"Oh, do you want water or something?" Fu Xiaoning stood still. She thought there was something wrong with Fu Jiaxiong.

Fu Jiaxiong smiles and then reaches out his hand to Fu Xiaoning. It seems that he wants to hold Fu Xiaoning's hand. But before he touched Fu Xiaoning's hand, he quickly drew back. In fact, his heart is still very guilty, for Fu Xiaoning, did not give her a happy childhood, also did not give her a life to squander.

"I'm sorry, son. I don't deserve to be your father." With that, Fu Jiaxiong's tears trickled out.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" When Fu Xiaoning heard what Fu Jiaxiong said, she was very upset, but she didn't know what to say to comfort Fu Jiaxiong. Does it mean that she never blamed him? Or did she forgive him? Fu Xiaoning stammered for a while, but he couldn't say it in the end.

"Dad, don't talk about it. Don't think about any mess now. As long as you listen to the doctor and receive treatment, you will be well. Xi Cheng has been saying that he wants his grandfather to take him out to play. Today, when he is in class, I didn't take him out with me. Don't think about these things. "

Every time Fu Jiaxiong has the intention of apologizing and talking about this issue, Fu Xiaoning will try every means to escape. Now that the matter has come to an end, there is no way to recover the pain and suffering she once suffered, so let's not mention those things again.

Fu Jiaxiong saw that Fu Xiaoning didn't want to talk about it, so he had to nod his head. Everything was his own sin. He didn't want to ask Fu Xiaoning to say forgive and don't blame to find comfort in his heart.

"Xiaoning, or I will die." After thinking about it, Fu Jiaxiong said what he had always thought. He didn't want to treat his illness.

Fu Xiaoning Leng for a while, some excitedly retort: "why not cure, your own physical condition you don't know? How can we do without treatment? "

"I know my physical condition. I'm in the condition now. It's useless to cure." Fu Jiaxiong shook his head and sighed. He was totally indifferent and indifferent.

"But if you don't cure, you'll die? How can it be without treatment? " With that, Fu Xiaoning's tears began to flow down and could not stop. Fu Jiaxiong actually said that she didn't want to treat the disease. She was still working hard. If she wanted him to survive, how could he want to give up.

Hearing the cry in Fu Xiaoning's voice, Fu Jiaxiong was stunned, and immediately felt remorse and couldn't bear it: "Xiaoning, Xiaoning, don't cry, I don't mean that. I mean, you see, I'm old, and I'm satisfied when I live to this age. I want to say that I don't have to worry any more."

At this time, the door of the ward was knocked. Fu Xiaoning turned to draw a few pieces of paper and wiped her tears. She calmed down a little. Then she went to the door and opened the door. There was a nurse standing outside. She came to give Fu Jiaxiong chemotherapy.

Fu Xiaoning sidled to let her in, and then stood by silently watching the nurse give Fu Jiaxiong medicine. He's not too old. He's not even sixty.

However, after long-term chemotherapy, the blood vessels on his hands have been damaged by the liquid medicine, and the doctor is almost unable to give him an injection through the blood vessels on his hands. According to the nurse, before each injection, he has to use a basin to receive a basin of boiling water, and then let Fu Jiaxiong put his hand on the basin, and then cover his hand with a towel.

It takes a long time for the doctor to give an injection. But later, this method didn't work, and it was too troublesome. There was no way to leave an indwelling needle on the hand, so the doctor had to bury a tube of liquid medicine from Fu Jiaxiong's clavicle, so as to ensure that the liquid medicine could be injected.

The nurse untied the buttons of Fu Jiaxiong's clothes, and Fu Xiaoning saw that Fu Jiaxiong's patient number clothes, which were already big, were hanging on him, and it was even more empty. His body was bony, and his skin and flesh were wrinkled. It seemed that he was dying.

When the nurse pushed the medicine, Fu Xiaoning turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it again. She knew that Fu Jiaxiong must be very uncomfortable. He always had to do all kinds of tests every so often, and he had to treat day after day. His thin cheekbones protruded, his eyes sunken, and he looked miserable and haggard.

After the nurse hung up the liquid medicine, she told Fu Xiaoning to leave. After the nurse left, Fu Xiaoning was stunned to see the liquid medicine in the bottle slowly flowing into Fu Jiaxiong's body along the pipe. Those potions can kill the cancer cells in Fu Jiaxiong's body, but its killing power is huge, which makes Fu Jiaxiong become immature.

"Dad, does this medicine hurt when it hits the body?" Fu Xiaoning asked a question that sounded retarded.

"It doesn't hurt. Don't worry."

"How have you been eating?" As a daughter, her father is sick in bed, but she can't always stay in front of his bed and be filial. He is only accompanied by a nurse. Will he be sad?"It's good to eat. It's the same as usual. It doesn't have a big impact."

After that, I saw that I was silent again. When Fu Xicheng didn't seem to be around, they were both surrounded by silence. They didn't know what to say, what to say was wrong, what to say was not good.

"Well." Fu Xiaoning nodded, then looked down at the liquid medicine in the plastic pipe. It flowed very slowly. A small bottle of liquid medicine would drip for several hours.

"If you have work and business, don't go to the hospital all the time. You're busy. I've got a nurse to accompany me. I always go out for a walk. You don't have to worry about me. I can eat anything I want, but it's you..."

"You're very hard. I don't know about acting, but I know it's very hard. Just take care of yourself. I don't have to worry about it. There is also your family, you have to weigh work and family, not too hard. Of course, I support your work. You can do whatever you want. You are no worse than those big stars on TV. "

"I'm still a long way off. Let's wait for me to come on." Fu Xiaoning reluctantly laughs. What Fu Jiaxiong says is very common, but Fu Xiaoning doesn't want to hear what he says about his family and work at all. It's like worrying about her before he dies. He's afraid that her future is not easy, so he has been telling her.