In the white ward, I was lying happily on the bed, with a large number of detection devices connected to my body, and an oxygen tube was inserted into my nose.

Next to the hospital bed, the old man sat quietly, holding Xingfu's right hand tightly, and his eyes were staring at Xingfu's face.

It is now the second day of the operation, and nearly thirty hours have passed since the operation.

Since Xingfu was sent to the ward, the old man has been with him and has never been out again. He was sent in by the bodyguards.

The old man's eyes were dry and his expression was dull, and his whole body seemed to shrink. In two days, the old man seemed to have passed several years and he was much older.

The old man grabbed Happy's little hand and gently stroked it. Happy's hand was still so white and tender, but he didn't look angry at all.

The old man gently stroked his happy hands and looked at his happy face with his eyes tightly.

How hopeful he was, Happiness suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at him and called him Grandpa.

Looking at Xingfu's pale little face, the old man reached out and wiped the little dust that seemed to exist on Xingfu's cheeks.

Gently touching the happy cheek, the cold touch made the old man's eyes wet again. The old man took a deep breath, then looked at the happiness on the bed, and sighed helplessly at the wrinkled face.

"Happy, you've been sleeping for so long this time, it's time to get up."

"Don't you usually get up very early, and you often joke with grandpa for sleeping in!"

"Get up, happiness, get up quickly, Grandpa Sun is about to rise, and my little happiness is about to rise."

"Happy, get up, get up, let grandpa hug my happiness!"

"Get up, get up and let grandpa take you to see the beach again!"

"Get up, get up and let grandpa teach you how to write big words again!"

"Get up, wuwu..."

The old man finally couldn't bear it and cried out. He grabbed the happy hand and pressed it tightly against his cheek. Two tears slowly slid down.

"Happy, get up quickly. Grandpa misses you. Grandpa needs you. You can't just leave Grandpa alone!"

"Happy, get up, get up and look at grandpa. Look, grandpa is crying, grandpa is really crying, grandpa is a big face, grandpa is happy, you get up and look at grandpa!"

"Happy, get up. As long as you wake up, grandpa will agree to you in everything!"

"Didn't you always want to play with the children? Grandpa will accompany you, grandpa will accompany you!"

"Happy, get up. Don't you want to go to college? Get up, get up, get up, get up, grandpa will take you there!"

"Happiness, as long as you get up, grandpa promises you and everything!"

"If you want to eat cake, grandpa asks the chef to make it for you every day."

"You want to swim, grandpa takes you to swim!"

"You want to go climbing the mountain, grandpa is with you!"

"Didn't you always want to see your parents? Get up, grandpa will show you all the photos of your parents!"

"Happy, get up..."

The old man grabbed Happy hands, his wrinkled face and his voice was hoarse. He cried countless times in the past thirty hours, his throat had been red and swollen, his eyes were dry, and his tears seemed to be about to flow dry.

After holding the happy hand tightly for a while, the old man took a deep breath, slowly wiped away the tears on his face, and then looked at the happiness that was still lying on the bed.

The old man's heart is so empty, it seems that nothing exists.

Before this, happiness was the whole of the old man, and a happy life was the old man’s life.

Now, if happiness is gone, then the old man's heart will disappear.

He was empty, his heart was empty, and his head was empty.

Do you feel heartbroken?

No, I have no heart anymore, so it will still hurt.

Wipe away the tears, grab the happy hand, and look at the happy face, time passes slowly.

The sun rises and sets again.

At the door of the ward, Zhang Kun slowly walked in. He looked at the happiness still lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the old man next to the hospital bed.

The food on the coffee table in the distance seemed to have never been moved.

Zhang Kun sighed softly, then slowly walked to the bedside, stood beside the old man, looking at the old man who seemed to have grown numerous in two days, Zhang Kun felt very uncomfortable.

Regarding Zhang Kun's arrival, the old man just turned his head and looked at it, then slowly turned around and continued to look at the happiness on the hospital bed.

Nothing said and nothing was done.

Zhang Kun felt even more upset, and he turned his head to look at his happy parents floating on the hospital bed.

Xingfu's mother seemed to have cried for a long time, and Xingfu's father also had a low face.

After doing so much effort, is it still not possible in the end?

Zhang Kun also felt a low feeling of loss, and kept thinking about the past half month of getting along with happiness in his mind.

Zhang Kun stood quietly beside the hospital bed, without saying anything comforting, and stood quietly. Until the nurse came in to change the details, Zhang Kun sighed silently, then walked out of the ward, leaving the space for the old man alone.

My wife left, my son and daughter-in-law left, and now, my only granddaughter seems to be in a state of half-death.

The old man has a very glorious shopping mall throughout his life. He is also a famous big shot in Hong Kong Island. He stomped his feet and trembled.

But such a person is so miserable in his family.

He lost his widow in middle age and lost his son in his later years. When he was about to 70 years old, his only granddaughter seemed to be leaving him.

Is this God’s fairness? It gave him a glorious life, but it also gave him a miserable old age?

If you could give the old man a choice, Zhang Kun thought to himself that the old man would probably rather be ordinary for the rest of his life, but he would be safe for his family.

Zhang Kun's departure did not attract the old man's attention. The old man's eyes were still staring at the happiness on the hospital bed and his pale little face.

Watching, staring quietly.

The wall clocks passed by bit by bit, forty-four hours, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven….

Finally, the hand on the wall clock slowly pointed to three in the morning.

The old man's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the happiness of the hospital bed.

It's been forty-eight hours...!
Chapter completed!