Xu Hong suffered from many physical discomforts due to chemotherapy, including frequent nausea, loss of appetite, general fatigue, insomnia and irritability.
The doctor said that her side effects from chemotherapy were more severe than most patients. It may be due to physical reasons, or it may be that she has just lost her daughter and is too sad psychologically, which in turn leads to strong physical discomfort.
Feng Moyan entered the ward and saw his mother awake, so he instinctively asked: "Mom, are you feeling unwell again?"
There were nurses guarding the ward. When he heard what he said, they immediately took the trash can and moved it closer, fearing that Xu Hong would vomit again.
Xu Hong waved her hand, looked at her son, and asked, "Is Yang Qianyu here?"
Feng Moyan raised his eyes and looked at his mother, not knowing how to answer.
"You don't have to hide it from me. She was talking to the nurse in the corridor just now. I heard it..."
Feng Moyan avoided the topic, "It's getting late. Let's get some rest. I'm tired after a long day and I'm going to bed."
After saying that, he turned the wheelchair to go out.
Xu Hong's voice came slowly from behind: "She must be very proud now...Shiwen passed away, and I also got a terminal illness. Soon...no one will be able to stop you anymore. She finally won and can be fair and aboveboard."
Di married into the Feng family."
Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, holding the armrests with both hands and couldn't help but tighten them.
He wanted to explain, say something nice for Qianqian, and tell his mother that she had never thought this way, but he still held back the words.
These days, doctors have repeatedly warned that the patient's emotional stability has a great influence on the effect of chemotherapy. Try not to make her angry, happy or sad.
So he turned back to the wheelchair and tried to avoid the important things: "Mom, you are just sick, not terminally ill. The doctor said that as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there is still a good chance of recovery. Don't think too much."
Xu Hong's heart was filled with despair, "There's no need to comfort me. Just die, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll stay with Wenwen, so she won't be alone."
His tone was a bit harsh, "What about me? I am your son, and you don't care about me at all?"
Xu Hong looked at him and actually smiled, "Aren't you worried about someone? Do you still care about me, an unpleasant mother?"
Feng Moyan was sulking, but he couldn't argue with her, so he had to say: "I'm tired, I'm going to rest."
After saying that, no matter what her mother's reaction was, she turned around and left.
After leaving the ward, he was still upset, so he deliberately stayed in the corridor, hoping to wait until his face and mood stabilized before returning to the room to face Qian Qian.
But he didn't move, and the door to the ward was quietly opened.
Yang Qianyu stood at the door. He raised his eyes, and their eyes met.
In just a moment, they both understood each other.
Yang Qianyu stepped forward to help him push the wheelchair and explained: "I heard the door open next door, but I didn't see you coming in, so I came out to take a look..."
Unexpectedly, I saw him with drooping eyebrows and a tired look.
She knew it in her heart and asked softly: "Did your mother scold you again?"
He remained silent.
The woman continued to ask: "Is it because of me?"
Feng Moyan adjusted his emotions as quickly as possible. When the wheelchair stopped, he turned around and held her hand, "Don't mention my mother's affairs. The New Year is almost here. What are your plans?"
Yang Qianyu took two steps back and sat down on the sofa. Feng Moyan came to her again.
"Your mother's existence cannot be ignored. If you just avoid talking about it, these problems can be solved." Yang Qianyu didn't want to mention Xu Hong, but she didn't want to see Feng Moyan in such a difficult situation and depressed every day.
He was unhappy and had to force a smile in front of her.
Since the two of them have decided to go on together, they should face difficulties and setbacks together and find ways to deal with them together.
Feng Moyan said lightly: "She was already strong and paranoid. Now that Shiwen has passed away and she has cancer, she has become even more stubborn and unable to communicate at all. My dad has been here for the past few days, and the two of them have been in constant conflict. He is angry.
I might as well not come at all."
People who have never cared for terminally ill patients will never understand this heavy, tired and helpless feeling.
Although she knows that even she cannot control the patient's emotions, even though she works hard to accompany her, she still gets yelling, scolding and accusations from the other person - no one can remain without complaints.
But no matter how resentful or resentful he is, he can't escape. After all, she is his mother, and as a son, this is what he should bear.
Yang Qianyu listened to his words, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe... we can take a step back."
"What's the meaning?"
"Your mother's dissatisfaction with you is simply because you are with me. Now, it has become her obsession to separate us. Why don't you make it happen for her? Why did she get so seriously ill?"
Feng Moyan's expression suddenly changed, "What do you mean? Are you leaving me again?"
Yang Qianyu quickly took his hand, "Don't worry, listen to what I have to say first. What I mean is that as an expedient, you first follow her and coax her to cure the disease. In front of her, you
Don't mention me, and if she says something bad about me, don't speak out to defend me. If she forces you to break up with me, just say that you've broken up with me - anyway, just don't make her angry, and it will be easier for you.
"
"No!" Feng Moyan refused without thinking, staring at her with suspicion, "Do you have any other plans in mind? Who else has appeared around you recently?"
"..." Yang Qian turned around and calmed down, wanting to give him a slap, "If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will break up with you?"
"How dare you!" The man grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, clamped her chin with one hand, and the two looked at each other intently, "Is there really no one else?"
She didn't answer, but came up to him and kissed him.
Feng Moyan was shocked, and after hesitating for less than a second, he hugged her tightly with both hands and deepened the kiss.
Yang Qianyu didn't show any pretense. She was sitting far away on the sofa, and it was very uncomfortable to reach her upper body, so she simply took the initiative again - while kissing, she stood up, straddled his lap, and hugged him completely.
The wheelchair is of very good quality and can fully bear the weight of two people.
She sat in the man's arms, her body slightly taller, holding his face in her hands, her eyes lowered so tenderly that she was so fascinated that Feng Moyan's heart was in a state of confusion.
He raised his head, tossed and turned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you walk at night... I miss you, I miss you so much..."
She did not refuse, but said: "When the children wake up tomorrow morning and find that their mother has not returned home at night, they will criticize me."
"No...they are so smart, they must know that mom is accompanying dad..."
"But it's so embarrassing in the hospital."
"Don't worry, no one dares to gossip."
"Then do you agree to the suggestion I just made?"
The man's kiss suddenly stopped, and the two looked at each other again.
She held the man's face, hovering it above his handsome face, and continued to persuade: "We have a long way to go. Besides, it's just a pretense and not a real separation. When you are free...you can secretly find me."
She deliberately raised her eyebrows, and her seductive smile looked particularly playful.