On the second floor of the main villa, there is a seating area with a screen partition in a quaint bedroom, two sets of sofas, a table in front of the window, and a chair.
The entire space must be more than 100 square meters wide.
The bed must be at least two meters two meters away, and it is custom-made at first glance, and the carvings on it are particularly fine.
Lu Yuchuan walked into the room and asked her, "Do you want to take a shower tonight?"
"Yeah." The girl nodded, "but she didn't bring any clothes."
"There is in the cabinet over there, you can get it yourself."
Looking in the direction of the man's finger, Tong Hua came to the closet. She opened the cabinet door and the light strips inside automatically turned on. A row of white shirts came into view, and each piece was ironed very flat.
She turned her eyes to look at him.
Lu Yuchuan said, "You can wear it as a pajama and choose what you like." Anyway, these clothes have been hung for a long time, and he rarely wears them.
With his permission, she reached out to take one, "Okay." Then she went into the bathroom.
Tong Hua came out after taking a shower and wore a men's shirt with her thighs. Although the two had close contact, they were already pregnant with his child.
But after meeting him after taking a shower, she was still a little uncomfortable.
Lu Yuchuan didn't read her much, "You can read a book or sleep, you don't have to wait for me." As he said that, he took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Turning his eyes to him close the bathroom door, Tong Hua couldn't help but think of falling away as he heard the sound of water.
She quickly came to the window, gently pulled the curtain, and looked towards the backyard.
I saw that the curtains in that room were closed and the lights were not turned on, so dark that it made people feel cautious.
It was as if what I saw accidentally in my grandfather’s collection room was just an illusion.
If the man with a crooked neck was Lu Yuchuan's father, why wouldn't anyone help me with the work of pulling curtains?
For a seriously ill person, shouldn’t he be cared for 24 hours?
She had too many questions.
The neck can be crooked like that...it's like it's going to break...
After Lu Yuchuan took a shower, the soft lights in the room hit his tall body, as if he was casting a layer of soft holy light on him.
"Yuchuan, can you show me your father's medical records?" Tong Hua looked at him and asked very directly.
The man greeted her eyes and said frankly, "The medical record is with my mother. She is not hopeful about treating my father and is very resistant to the fact that she is doing."
"Why?" the girl asked in confusion, "Resist? Don't she want to cure him?"
These words made Lu Yuchuan feel silly.
The couple's eyes gathered...
He thought about it and judged, "Maybe he had saved enough disappointment, I don't believe there will be hope. My dad has seen all famous doctors at home and abroad over the years, but the situation has not improved at all. He can only take a wheelchair and stand up.
There is no strength."
After hearing this, the girl couldn't help but frown, "Can you only sit in a wheelchair?"
"Yes." Lu Yuchuan wiped his hair with a towel, his voice was low-magnetic. "And his body's immune system is different from that of us ordinary people. It is easy to get infected with bacteria, so he has to stay in a sterile room, and people he usually comes into contact with are not.
Many, even if 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 did not ask, she had never heard of this disease. "Since the situation is so bad, why can't you try it? Even if you are dead, you will be treated as a living person."
"Are you sure?"
The girl looked at him with a shallow look, "I have never seen him, nor have I seen any medical records. Do you ask me to be sure?"
She means, at least you have to see the previous one first.
Lu Yuchuan took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze, "It depends on the situation."
From his position, although his father has become seriously ill since he was five or six years old, he has almost never enjoyed fatherly love...
However, with the connection between flesh and blood, he longs for his father to get better. Perhaps this way his mother will be happy and this family will have a hint of warmth.
"Your mother doesn't agree, what's grandpa's attitude?" Tong Hua asked, "Don't grandpa want his son to get better?"