Chapter 327

"Mom, this is my sister. Do you look like it?"

In the double ward of the hematology department, Deng Yang showed his painting to Zhao Xiaohui. His pale little face finally had blood color and more beautiful appearance.

"Mom?" Deng Yang saw her in a daze and his five fingers shook in front of her.

Zhao Xiaohui immediately recalled, "ah? Yang, what did you say?"

Deng Yang frowned: "Mom, what's on your mind? You look very unhappy."

"How could it be? Yangyang, your operation was successful. It's too late for mom to be happy."

Although Zhao Xiaohui smiled, there was always a layer of worry between her eyebrows and eyes.

Deng Yang held Zhao Xiaohui's hand: "Mom, when can I leave the hospital?"

"Wait a minute. We should listen to the doctor. There must be a reason why the doctor won't let us leave the hospital now."

In fact, doctors are afraid of rejection. After all, Deng Yang's operation was successful in theory, but it took too long, and the risk still exists.

Zhao Xiaohui's heart is like a big stone hanging from her. She doesn't know when it will fall down.

"Mom, look, this is my sister. Does it look like it?"

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes fell on the painting and was surprised. "You... Did you draw this?"

Deng Yang grinned: "yes, mom, isn't it very similar?"

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes are mixed.

Deng Yang painted an angel surrounded by the holy light. The more she looked, the more she felt like... Like a mirror.

Mingming Deng Yang has never seen a mirror.

Is this what is doomed?

"Mom, when can I see my sister? I really miss her." Deng Yang looked at the people in the picture and gathered happily.

In his imagination, his sister is the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world.

Zhao Xiaohui sighed, "when Yang Yang leaves the hospital, you can see your sister."

At this time, the door of the ward was knocked. Zhao Xiaohui looked up and saw the visitor, subconsciously covering Deng Yang's eyes.

Deng Yang peeked through his fingers and asked quietly, "Mom, who is she?"

The girl was dressed in exquisite fashion, and her pearly appearance was incompatible with the dead ward.

She walked up to Deng Yang, smiled and bent over: "so you are Yang Yang, I am your sister, Zhu Xiangxiang."

Then he reached out and rubbed Deng Yang's head.

Deng Yang suddenly clapped her hand, frowned and said, "liar, you're not my sister."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face was stiff and looked at Zhao Xiaohui: "that's how you taught him?"

Zhao Xiaohui pursed her lips. "Yang Yang, call her sister."

Deng Yang closed his mouth and didn't cry.

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered. She didn't come to perform her sister and brother's deep love. She put the nutrition on the bedside table. "My sister specially bought it for you to replenish her body."

His eyes turned and fell on the painting in Deng Yang's hand.

When he saw the person in the picture, Zhu Xiangxiang's pupil suddenly shrunk, grabbed the picture quality and asked, "is this your painting?"

The sharpness in her eyes startled Deng Yang. Deng Yang quickly grabbed the painting: "this is my painting. The person in the painting is my sister. It's not a bad woman like you."

abandoned woman?

Zhu Xiangxiang smiled angrily, "you know, I'm your sister."

Deng Yang bit his lip: "you are not, you are not."

"You..."

Zhao Xiaohui quickly pulled her out and turned to Deng Yang and said, "Yang Yang, stay by yourself. I'll talk to your sister for a while."

Closing the door of the sick room, Zhu Xiangxiang shook off her hand and asked, "what's the matter with Yang Yang? Has she seen a mirror?"

Obviously, she is Deng Yang's sister, the smelly boy who eats inside and crawls outside.

Zhao Xiaohui said with a straight face, "you still have the face to say that when I knelt down and begged you to save your brother, how did you refuse me? If Miss Mingjing hadn't been merciful and found bone marrow for Yangyang, the grass on Yangyang's grave would be three feet high, this would be retribution."

Zhu Xiangxiang choked, "then i... wasn't I afraid? I hated the thought that Deng Kun's blood was flowing in his bones. Later, I figured it out. When I wanted to save Yang Yang, I was overtaken by the mirror."

"The first step? Are you bullying me? Don't you have no knowledge? Is this idiom used like this? You fight against the mirror and rob the mirror. Even saving your brother's life has become a struggle between you and her. Do you have a conscience?"

Zhao Xiaohui is really cold.

"You still have the face to say me? You ask yourself, didn't you find me to cure your son?"

Zhao Xiaohui turned pale and was refuted speechless.

"Don't think I don't know. At the beginning, you deliberately threw me at the door of the nunnery. It wasn't grandma who secretly gave me away without telling you. Did you really treat me as a fool? Ah, I forgot. It was the poor real daughter who was abandoned at that time."

Zhao Xiaohui's face was green and white. She was stabbed in the pain and closed her lips tightly without saying a word.

"Why don't you talk? I'm right. You've never taken me as your own daughter. It was a burden you lost before. Now it's your baby son's life-saving straw. Did you ever have a trace of affection for me?"

Zhao Xiaohui interrupted her: "I'm afraid you didn't come to me today to scold me, didn't you?"

The daughter knew that she couldn't get up early without profit. She tore her face and had nothing to hide.

Zhu Xiangxiang touched his hair, looked around, lowered his voice and said, "there is a butterfly birthmark on the back of a real daughter, isn't it?"

Zhao Xiaohui looked at her in shock: "why do you ask this?"

Zhu Xiangxiang sighed and pinned Zhao Xiaohui's messy hair at the temples behind her ears. "Young people have so many white hair. My daughter looks at it and feels pain. She didn't be filial around you before. It's her daughter's fault. She must be filial to you in the future."

Zhao Xiaohui looked at her in horror and suddenly became like this. Zhao Xiaohui felt only fear at the bottom of her heart.

"Mom, as long as you help me this time, the prosperity and wealth of you and Yangyang are all on me for the rest of your life. You don't have to do hard work. Yangyang can get the best convalescent environment. You also know that he is ill and has to take medicine all his life and take good care of him. Do you think you can afford him now?"

"You... What do you want me to do?" Zhao Xiaohui asked timidly.

Zhu Xiangxiang attached to her ear and said a few words gently.

Zhao Xiaohui's pupils suddenly constricted, "no... no, she is the lifesaver of our mother and son. I can't bite the hand that feeds me."

"You know, I'm your own daughter. Can you help an outsider without helping me? You owe me this unless you want to watch me die."

Zhao Xiaohui looked at the face in front of her in horror: "you're lucky enough. Aren't you satisfied?"

"The world scolds me for occupying the magpie's nest, but I don't know that she is the culprit of the magpie's nest. I have cursed for her for so long. I must be out of this evil spirit." I wish Xiangxiang a sharp cold light in her eyes.

Zhao Xiaohui's mind turned a little but turned: "are you... What you said is true? You're not setting her up?"

"If there is no evidence, I won't come to you rashly. Whether you help me or not, I must expose her this time. As for you, it's just icing on the cake. I can do it without you."

Zhao Xiaohui hesitated for a long time: "you let me go back and think about it."

"Remember clearly that I am your own daughter. I was your own daughter who was abandoned by you. I wish the family's kindness to me can not offset your debt to me. Think clearly and call me. You have only one week."

Zhu Xiangxiang dropped a word and walked away.

Zhao Xiaohui stood alone for a long time. Nurses and patients' families came and went at the door of the ward. After a long time, she sighed and dragged her heavy steps into the ward.

"Mom, has the bad woman gone?"

"She's your sister."

"She is not my sister. My sister is the most beautiful and kind fairy in the world." Deng Yang waved the picture in his hand.

Zhao Xiaohui looks at the people in the picture and then at Deng Yang's clear eyes.

"Yang Yang, if a person who looks very kind does something to deceive everyone, what should he do?"

Deng Yang said without thinking: "it must be a white lie. Maybe she has some difficulties."

Zhao Xiaohui murmured, "white lies?"