Chapter 887

In the evening, Huo Baiyuan wakes up from his coma. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at Song Lishu with his lax pupils, as if he is exploring something.

Song Lishu was overjoyed: "young master, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Huo Baiyuan suddenly sat up from the hospital bed and hugged song Lishu with great strength. It seemed that he was afraid that she would escape from his arms.

Song Lishu was so confused that he felt flustered.

At this time, she heard Huo Baiyuan shouting in her ear: "NianWei... NianWei, don't go..."

Song Lishu was stunned by a blow.

What does the young master call her? Call her NianWei?

Song Lishu pushed Huo Baiyuan away, looked at the man in front of him and said, "young master, you can see clearly, I'm not miss NianWei."

Huo Baiyuan tightly grasped her hand, as if extremely insecure, obstinately yelled: "NianWei, don't go..."

Song Lishu suddenly felt something wrong with Huo Baiyuan. His expression and behavior were different from usual. Seeing the gauze wrapped around his forehead, song Lishu had a bad feeling.

She asked tentatively: "young master, are you... OK?"

Huo Baiyuan hugged her tightly again, his head on her shoulder, and his voice seemed to be begging for something, which sounded pitiful.

"NianWei, you can't go..."

No way, song Lishu can only first appease Huo Baiyuan's mood, patted him on the back with his hand: "OK, I won't go."

Huo Baiyuan seemed relieved and rubbed his head against song Lishu's shoulder.

Song Lishu pushed Huo Baiyuan's head away, pointed to himself and asked, "do you know who you are?"

Huo Baiyuan seems to be lost in a moment. He looks at Song Lishu with a pair of ignorant eyes. Suddenly, his brow is wrinkled. Then he covers his head with his hand, and his face is in pain.

Song Lishu held Huo Baiyuan's tottering body: "what's the matter?"

Huo Baiyuan shook his head and said in a dumb voice, "I... I don't know."

Song Lishu bowed his head, looked a little embarrassed and said, "I... I don't think it's necessary to come here."

Nie Ziyu Leng: "how can there be no need?"

Song Lishu raised his head, looked at Nie Ziyu with serious eyes and asked, "can cancer be cured?"

"Lishu, how can you think so?" Nie Ziyu said: "as long as we cooperate with the treatment, there is the possibility of recovery. We can't give up hope, can we?"

Song Lishu bit his lip and didn't speak.

Nie Ziyu continued: "I've developed a whole set of treatment plan for you. Let's start with drugs and then chemotherapy..."

"No more." Song Lishu looks at Nie Ziyu with a farfetched smile.

Nie Ziyu was silent for a while, and asked tentatively, "is there a problem with the funds?"

In his mind, song Lishu's face suddenly became a little embarrassed: "it's not... I..."

"I'll help you with the problem of funds. You just need treatment, OK?" Nie Ziyu said.

Song Lishu waved his hand in a hurry: "no, I really don't need to trouble Dr. Nie."

"Lishu, this is not trouble, I..."

Nie Ziyu's words haven't finished, song Lishu interrupted him in a hurry: "Dr. Nie, I have something else to do. I'll go first."

Leaving this sentence behind, song Lishu rushed out of the hospital.

Standing on the street, song Lishu covered his chest and gasped.