Mo Xiaojun panicked, "Doctor Doctor!"

Ye Nianmo took the lead in pushing in. Seeing this scene, Ye Bo immediately turned to find a doctor.

"Don't move him." Ye Nianmo said sharply, and approached Ye Chuyun but was caught by the other party.

"Don't tell Yiyi." Ye Chuyun looked up at him with his head.

Ye Chuyun had been coma when he was pushed forward to the monitoring room. The lights in the operating room had been on for three hours. Ye Bo went to the operating room with a small channel: "Miss Yiyi wakes up."

Outside the ward, Ding Yiyi stood at the door and looked at, "Where did you go?"

The steady footsteps of the corner of the corridor came, and she was happy in her heart. She hurriedly welcomed three steps in three steps.

"He went to check, don't worry." Ye Nianmo said.

The big stone in Ding Yiyi's heart finally let go and murmured: "That's good, I'm waiting for him here."

Ye Nianmo couldn't bear to let her wait alone, and she couldn't bear to tell her that the news. He simply asked the nurse and asked the nurse to add the water to the sleeping pill.

Looking at the person who was sleeping in his arms again, he kissed her smooth cheeks, and then went out again.

Doctor's office

"Heart transplantation is very successful, and his brain is rejected.

"What does this mean?" Hai Qingqing's voice trembled, Mo Xiaojun held her hand distressed, and Ye Nianmo's brows locked tightly.

"In other words, he still has brain cancer, and this time he took a large amount of hormones because of heart transplant surgery, which led to brain cancer."

"What is the treatment plan?"

"There is no treatment plan, if you insist on chemotherapy, you may still live a longer life."

The doctor looked at the family sympathetically. Hai Qingqing was crying in Mo Xiaojun's arms. Ye Nianmo frowned and sighed fiercely.

Ye Chuyun did not reject the rejection after being awake again, but it felt vaguely different. Ding Yiyi went to the garden.

Hai Qingqing's eyes panicked, "What's the matter? What is the treatment?"

He looked at his father, Mo Xiaojun was not good at lying, and he almost cried around his neck. "Your boy actually dares to question your mother's words."

Ye Chuyun looked at them silently, and his eyes were full of trust, as if he was a child, Mo Xiaojun couldn't bear it, and blurted out and told him the condition.

Hai Qingqing couldn't help crying, but Ye Chuyun had no unexpected surprise. He muttered his head, "Are you really going to leave?"

"No," Hai Qingqing rushed to him, "We can do chemotherapy, it will definitely support it."

The sadness on her face was distressed. Ye Chuyun touched her face almost overnight, and her heart was sad.

Los Angeles is clear in four seasons. Even the cold in winter and domestic in China can be called pleasant. Ye Chuyun looked at it carefully through the window, until he saw a figure walking from the hospital door.

Ding Yiyi took a large bouquet of flowers, and his face filled with a happy smile. Even the sunlight in winter was inferior. Ye Chuyun looked at it.

He trembled and removed a piece of paper from under the pillow. The chest cavity hurt because of the movement of the chest. He had to stop to rest. A simple piece of paper moved. He did it for nearly ten minutes.

On the white paper, the two simple rings jumped on the paper, and the two rings were missing one mouth, and once the gap is paired, a ring can be formed.
Chapter completed!