On the second floor of the main villa, in an antique bedroom, there is a sitting area separated by a screen, two sets of sofas, and a table and chairs in front of the window.
The entire space must be more than 100 square meters wide.
The bed must be at least 2.2 meters tall. It looks like it is custom-made, and the carvings on it are very detailed.
Lu Yuchuan walked into the room and asked her, "Do you want to take a shower tonight?"
"Yeah." The girl nodded, "But I didn't bring any clothes."
"It's in the cabinet over there, go get it yourself."
Looking in the direction of the man's finger, Tong Hua came to the closet. She opened the closet door, and the light strip inside automatically turned on. A row of white shirts came into view, each one ironed to a very smooth shape.
She turned to look at him.
Lu Yuchuan said, "You can wear them as pajamas, pick what you like." Anyway, these clothes have been hanging for who knows how long, and he rarely wears them.
With his permission, she reached out and took off one piece, "Okay." Then she entered the bathroom.
Tong Hua came out of the shower, wearing a men's shirt that reached her thighs. Although the two had had close contact, she was already pregnant with his child.
But when she met him after taking a bath, she was still a little uncomfortable.
Lu Yuchuan didn't look at her much, "You can read for a while, or you can sleep, you don't have to wait for me." After saying that, he took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Turning her eyes to watch him close the bathroom door, Tong Hua couldn't help but let her thoughts drift away as she listened to the sound of running water.
She quickly came to the window, gently opened the curtain, and took a look toward the backyard.
I saw that the curtains in that room were tightly closed and the lights were not turned on. It was so dark that people felt cautious and panicked.
It was as if what I accidentally saw in my grandfather's collection room was just an illusion.
If the man with the crooked neck was Lu Yuchuan's father, then why wasn't there anyone else to help with the task of drawing the curtains?
For a seriously ill person, shouldn't he be cared for 24 hours a day?
She has too many questions.
The neck can be bent like that... as if it is about to break...
Lu Yuchuan came out of the shower. The soft light in the room shone on his tall and straight body, as if a layer of soft and bright holy light had been cast over him.
"Yuchuan, can you show me your father's medical records?" Tong Hua looked at him and asked directly.
The man met her gaze and said frankly, "The medical records are with my mother. She has no hope of treating my father now and is very resistant."
"Why?" The girl was puzzled and asked sharply, "Resist? Doesn't she want to cure him?"
These words made Lu Yuchuan stunned.
The couple's eyes converge...
He thought for a while and judged, "Maybe he has accumulated enough disappointment and doesn't believe there is hope. My dad has seen famous doctors at home and abroad over the years, but the situation has not improved at all. He can only sit in a wheelchair and cannot even stand up.
I don’t even have the strength.”
After hearing this, the girl couldn't help but frowned, "You can only use a wheelchair?"
"Yes." Lu Yuchuan wiped his hair with a towel and said in a low voice, "And his body's immune system is different from that of ordinary people, and he is easily infected with bacteria, so he has to stay in a sterile room, and the people he usually comes into contact with are also different.
So much so that even when my mother goes to see him, she will undergo strict disinfection first."
Then... who is the man standing in front of the window with his neck tilted and pulling the curtains?
Tong Hua didn't ask. She had never heard of this disease. "Since the situation is so bad, why can't we try it? Even if it's a dead horse, it's a living horse doctor."
"Are you sure?"
The girl looked at him superficially, "I have never met him, nor have I read any medical records. Are you asking me to be sure?"
What she meant was that she had to at least meet him first.
Lu Yuchuan took a deep breath and looked away, "It depends on the situation."
From his point of view, although his father has been seriously ill since he was five or six years old, he has hardly enjoyed his father's love...
However, flesh and blood are connected, and he longs in his heart for his father to get better, so that his mother will be happy and the family will have a sense of warmth.
"Your mother doesn't agree, so what's grandpa's attitude?" Tong Hua asked, "Grandpa doesn't want his son to get well either?"