Yang Heyu finished flipping through all the receipts accumulated in Zhai Yeqin's hands, and each shocking word caused severe pain in Yang Heyu's chest.
Hou Xianghua was obviously very interested in this handsome, upright young man. Yang Heyu's anxious eyes met the old lady's doubtful yet friendly eyes, he pursed his lips and nodded lightly, ignoring the pleasantries, he got up and walked towards the nurse's station.
Hou Xianghua asked her daughter-in-law Yang Heyu what her background was.
Zhai Yeqin turned around and asked Li Sha, and she asked, "Shasha, tell auntie the truth, what happened to the two of them?"
Li Sha was a little embarrassed, she shook her head, and replied honestly: "I don't know very well. Anyway, Jiaojiao only has him in her heart."
Hou Xianghua raised her head and kept staring at Yang Heyu, unwilling to look away. With tears in her eyes, she sighed repeatedly: "Everything is fine, as long as Jiaojiao thinks it is good, my wife will feel good too!"
Yang Heyu asked the nurse for a piece of A4 paper, borrowed a pen, and scribbled on the paper for a long time, then he handed the A4 paper to the ICU nurse.
"Xiao Yang, can Auntie talk to you?" Zhai Yeqin stood behind Yang Heyu.
"Of course." The anxiety on Yang Heyu's face relaxed, he spoke first, and said, "I should have come earlier."
"Is your grandfather in good health?"
"It's okay," Yang Heyu said more and more embarrassed, he slightly lowered his head and said, "Jiaojiao has been helping me, thanks to her."
After Zhai Yeqin heard Yang Heyu's words, she felt a "thump" in her heart.
She thought to herself that her daughter and "this" college classmate have known each other for nearly ten years:
The one who went to fight illiteracy with his daughter must be this "college classmate";
It must be this "college classmate" who made her daughter worry about running to the mountains at every turn;
When she saw Yang Heyu for the first time, it wasn't that she didn't feel the difference from her daughter to him. But at that time, she would rather her daughter return home disappointed, because Yang Heyu didn't seem to have any other superior conditions besides himself.
When people are in adversity, they always want to have the best choice, which is what is called perfection. But at this moment, she no longer cared about seeing a boy's background and family background, she just wanted her daughter to be happy.
However, Yang Heyu's words did not reflect any intimacy between men and women, only gratitude and gratitude. Zhai Yeqin's brow revealed anxiety.
She said: "Xiao Yang, my daughter is excellent, she is very good, sheshould live happily"
Zhai Yeqin didn't want to cry, but the moment she opened her mouth, her heart was so sour that it was hard to suppress.
Yang Heyu also felt hot-eyed. He held Zhai Yeqin's hand and passed on his strength to this poor woman who was struggling in the desperate situation of losing her beloved daughter.
In the distance, Hou Xianghua was poking her head out and looking anxiously at the direction of their conversation, while Li Sha was standing at the door of the ICU, waiting for the nurse to bring good news.
The clock hung on the wall, and the floor was full of tired and vulnerable people.
A doctor took out his mobile phone and came out to talk to Li Sha, Li Sha smiled. She shook her hand and called everyone to come.
Zhai Yeqin and Hou Xianghua rushed over.
"It's good, I feel much better now! It's a good sign. She likes this painting very much, she laughed, and asked me to take a photo for you to see."
Everyone leaned their heads - on the small color screen of the Nokia 7650, Jin Jiaojiao wearing an oxygen mask seemed to be smiling. She gave a thumbs up in one hand and held a unclear painting in the other. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com