Pikachu was picked up by Boss Yang, shocking the country!

Zhao He, six out of forty this year.

He started a successful business at the age of thirty.

At the age of thirty-eight, he married a beautiful wife who was a round younger than himself.

The two are very in love.

At the age of forty.

His wife bore him a baby daughter.

Take the name Xiao 囡囡!

The little chimney is cute.

Cheerful, intelligent, very sensible, endearing!

Zhao He can also be regarded as an old man.

Therefore, I love Xiao Yan very much.

Holding it in your hand is afraid of falling, and holding it in your mouth is afraid of melting.

A brilliant pearl in the palm of your hand.

At first glance, Zhao He can be described as a happy life!

However.

God played him a huge joke that broke him down.

Just two years ago.

He was diagnosed with leukemia.

But God didn’t let him despair.

Xiao Yan suffers from pediatric acute lymphoblastic leukemia.

It can be cured with a bone marrow transplant.

And his bone marrow and small chimney are very well matched.

As long as the surgery is successful.

The little one can regain his health.

Xiao Yan has a very cheerful personality, the disease has not affected her, and under the care of her parents and doctors, she has raised her body well.

The doctor said that the probability of success of the operation is very high.

However, on the day of surgery.

A car accident.

Make this already unfortunate family even more unfortunate!

Zhao He’s wife died on the spot.

Xiao Yan was seriously injured and almost died directly due to excessive blood loss.

He even witnessed his mother die in front of his eyes.

This blow.

It cast a thick shadow on Xiao Yan’s young heart.

Since then, the lively personality has not been there, has become taciturn, and even suffers from autism.

The body is also getting worse day by day.

With this psychological and physical condition, it is obvious that bone marrow transplantation cannot be performed.

Until now, Xiao Yan’s psychological condition and physical condition still cannot meet the standards for bone marrow transplantation, and even getting worse and worse.

……

Zhao He and Dr. Lin carried the Pokémon transport box and quickly arrived at the special treatment room on the top floor of the inpatient department.

Gently push open the door and look inside.

I saw a little girl with a bloodless face, about six years old, sitting lonely on the bed with blank eyes, very quiet, and looked lifeless.

The curtains were drawn very deadly, and no sunlight could penetrate at all, which was dark and dull, making this originally spacious treatment room extremely depressing.

This little girl is the little girl.

Looking at the lifeless little girl sitting alone on the bed.

Zhao He, who was originally slightly happy because he snapped up Little Pichu, instantly dropped to the bottom, only felt a cone pain, and a tear could not help but slip from the corner of his eye.

“Mr. Zhao!”

Dr. Lin on the side, seeing this scene, pursed his lips, and didn’t know what to say, so he could only shout softly.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m okay, let’s go in!”

Zhao He reacted, quickly wiped away his tears, pushed open the door and walked in.

Looking at Xiao Yan, he put on a warm smile, but this warm smile was mixed with bitterness that could not be concealed.

Xiao Yan noticed the arrival of his father and the doctor, but there was no response, and he didn’t even turn his head to take a look.

“Xiao Yan, daddy is here!”

Zhao He walked into the nursing room with the Pokémon transport box in his arms, and while whispering a small word, he walked to the window and slowly opened the closed curtains.

The sunlight suddenly shone in, making this dark and oppressive room instantly brighten.

The warm sunlight shone on Xiao Yan’s lifeless face, which finally caused Xiao Yan to react a little.

Colorless pupils, slightly turned.

Glancing at Zhao He, who was standing in front of the window.

Then it turned again.

She glanced at Dr. Lin, who was already standing in front of her bed.

Finally, it turns back to its original direction.

The expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

Only then gently opened his mouth and shouted:

“Dad, Aunt Lin!”

Hear Xiao Yan’s lifeless voice.

A trace of pain suddenly flashed on Zhao He’s face.

Hurriedly raised his hand and wiped a handful on his face, only then erased the pain and put on the smile again.

Quickly stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, took the upper body of the little chimney into his arms, and also put the Pokémon transport box in his hand on the bed, and said happily:

“Xiao Yan, see what gift Dad brought you?”

Xiao Yan didn’t react at all, and after four or five seconds, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the red and white spherical box in front of him.

But after only looking at it for a second or two, he looked away again and spoke gently:

“Isn’t mom still coming to see Xiao Yan?”

Hearing this, Dr. Lin on the side suddenly couldn’t help but shed tears, and quickly turned around to wipe it.

As a woman, even as a doctor, she is used to seeing life and death parting, and she can’t calmly watch this scene and listen to such an ordinary sentence.

Zhao He also couldn’t hold back, his heart ached so much that he couldn’t breathe, and the hot tears couldn’t stop flowing, dripping on Xiao Yan’s forehead in his arms, rolling down her bloodless cheeks.

Since Xiao Yan’s mother died, every time Zhao He came to see her, she would ask such a question.

And it is such a simple sentence, but every time it will make Zhao He unable to suppress the pain in his heart, and directly collapse.

A heart is fried over and over as if it were put in an oil pan.

This kind of life, he almost can’t stick to it.

Xiao Yan leaned into his father’s arms, and there was still no expression on his bloodless little face.

In a pair of originally beautiful eyes, the pupils seem to be as blind as if they are unfocused.

Zhao He’s violently heaving chest and rapid heartbeat did not cause the slightest reaction from her.

Instead, he was studying the hot tears that dripped down Zhao He’s face, hit her forehead, and then rolled down her cheeks.

Can’t help but stick out my little tongue and lick it!

It is bitter, salty, and a little sour, that is, there is no trace of sweetness.

The entire treatment room is oppressive, and even the sunlight, which symbolizes warmth and light, cannot dispel it.

It wasn’t until a lovely voice sounded that it completely broke this painting style.

“Pichu~”

Zhao He stopped crying, Dr. Lin turned his body again, Xiao Yan was also attracted, and his pupils turned in the direction where the voice came from.

It came from the red and white spherical box in front of her.

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