The Joy of Rebirth

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Since the artillery fire was so powerful, I couldn't retreat and become a deserter, so I once again extended the number of extra days by 3 days, adding to the previous 9 days, for a total of 12 days.

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"How did you know that your father was injured? Did you go home?"

When Lee Kuan Yew mentioned this matter, his expression suddenly became gloomy: "No, I found out about this when I talked to my mother on the phone. As a son, how can I sit still after hearing this? Even if I don't recognize me,

, I also have to avenge him."

Ye Bihuang nodded and said: "How can father and son have an overnight feud? It's been such a long time, you should go back."

Lee Kuan Yew smiled bitterly and said: "If only it were that simple. My dad said, I will go home when I stop being a gangster. But I am at this level. If I don't hang out, what can I do? Selling vegetables in the wet market? I have no self-esteem.

I’m not allowed to do this.”

Ye Bihuang sighed and said: "I know how beautiful it is to be the boss... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, you are wandering on the road, so be careful."

"Well, that's natural."

"By the way, my phone number is 135********, please remember to call me when you have time."

"OK, no problem, my phone number is 148************."

The two chatted for a long time, telling each other some interesting things about life, and finally said goodbye to each other. Ye Bihuang packed three or four cold dishes, two hot dishes, and a hot sliced ​​noodles at a roadside restaurant and hurried home.

When he got home, Ye Bihuang found that his mother was still sleeping, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He had been out for at least three hours. When he came home, he was still thinking about whether his mother was sitting on the bed blankly, enduring

The hunger in my stomach is longing for my son to come back.

Now that he found his mother sleeping sweetly, Ye Bihuang walked quietly to the kitchen, then put the hot and cold dishes on several plates, and then poured the shaved noodles into the bowl.

Place them on the table one by one, and then go to the bedroom to call Su Yu.

Originally, Ye Bihuang was also considering whether to wake up his mother. After all, she was very tired and it would be good to have a good rest.

But after thinking for five or six minutes, Ye Bihuang finally decided to wake her up. After all, you can still sleep after eating, but if the food is cold, it won't taste good and it must be reheated, otherwise it may cause a bad stomach.

After weighing it, he still walked to the bedroom.

"Mom, Mom, it's time to get up and eat." Ye Bihuang's voice was very soft, and he felt a little distressed when he saw his mother's expression after she fell asleep.

Maybe it was because of her father, Su Yu frowned slightly even when she was sleeping, with a sad look on her face.

After calling three times in succession, Su Yu finally woke up, rubbed her eyes and said, "Son? Have you bought the food?"

Ye Bihuang gently helped his mother up and said, "Well, they are all on the table. Go and eat. After eating, go to bed."

Su Yu nodded, put on her shoes, and walked to the living room with the support of her son. She sat down first, and Ye Bihuang sat next to her.

"Son, you should eat too."

Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "Mom, I have eaten it. You can eat it. I will watch you."

Maybe it was because his son was watching with all his attention. Su Yu ate very slowly and moved very gently. Ye Bihuang looked at the white hair on her mother's temples and her nose was slightly sour. This was her mother, and she had slowly entered the stage of development.

In his later years, he was not at home, but working in Yanjing.

Why.

This sigh rippled endless waves in Ye Bihuang's heart.

After Su Yu finished eating, Ye Bihuang put all the empty dishes in the sink and washed them. After watching his mother lying on the bed and falling asleep again, he opened the door and went out with peace of mind.

He is going to the hospital to see his father.

Returning to the ward, he saw that the smell in the ward was still extremely unpleasant. He finally couldn't bear the smell of the room. He ran to the nurse's desk and greeted the nurse, saying that he wanted his father to be transferred to the special care ward. As for the money, Ye Bihuang

When I was a robber in this life, I had a lot of money on hand, and now I directly advanced 40,000 yuan a month.

As long as the hospital can make money, of course it will move Ye Junfeng to the special care unit in a hurry.

Ye Bihuang looked at his father's depressed expression on the hospital bed and his head bound by bandages. He couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart. Thinking of his father's condition, he was heartbroken.

Su Yu told him that Ye Junfeng was hit on the head during a fight. Not only was the skin broken on the outside, but a blood vessel inside was ruptured, which led to intracranial hemorrhage, congestion and swelling, which led to the loss of

state of consciousness.

This situation is very difficult, and even the doctors at Puhai People's Hospital are not optimistic about it.

After all, the brain is the least studied part of mankind so far. It is full of mysteries, so the cure rate for brain diseases is very low.

It can be said that the success rate of brain surgery is rarely higher than 10%, and most success rates are below 10%.

Unfortunately, cerebral congestion and cerebral hemorrhage are also below 10%, or even below 5%.

No one in China dares to say that this kind of surgery is guaranteed to be successful.

Looking at his father on the hospital bed, Ye Bihuang clenched his fists. He habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.

Although it is a habitual action...why am I so unfamiliar with it?

Ye Bihuang couldn't help but have a big question mark in his mind.

This time his eyes were blank for only a second, and he suddenly woke up.

But in the real world, the blue light in the hundreds of millions of blood vessels all over his body flickered chaotically for a second, and then everything returned to normal.

Xinhai's unconscious interference with the computer's use of rules to block and hinder Ye Bihuang's memory recovery became increasingly skillful.

Ye Bihuang stood at the door of the corridor of the special care ward, took a puff of cigarette, and felt a little more relaxed. His father's condition is serious, but he has not left now. Not leaving means that there are good possibilities. People will encounter various encounters in life.

All kinds of disasters, it would be sad if you live in anger and regret every day.

So no matter what time, we must see hope.

Ye Bihuang saw hope, he hoped that his father would regain consciousness.

While Ye Bihuang was in a daze, a strange yet familiar voice came from beside him.

"Who asked you to smoke here! Don't you know that smoking is not allowed in the hospital?"

It was a clear female voice. Ye Bihuang slowly raised his head and saw that the girl was wearing black high-heeled shoes and black seductive stockings on her legs, wrapping her long and toned legs, exuding a seductive charm, and then

Looking up, she was wearing a short skirt. The skirt was neither long nor short, about four or five centimeters above her knees.

The short skirt is a checkered outfit with black and white colors. Looking up, the girl is wearing a white Y-shirt underneath and a black leather jacket outside.

The white T-shirt made the plump and plump breasts particularly attractive, making Ye Bihuang's eyelids jump. He looked at the face, the eyebrows like distant mountains, the pink lips, and the long hair hanging on his shoulders.

His eyes were full of anger.

But why does this person look so familiar?

The girl's eyes looking at Ye Bihuang gradually changed from anger to surprise.

"You are...Ye Bihuang!"

"Shaina!"

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