The girl who gradually awakened still caused serious damage to her kidneys and liver. It can only be said that fortunately it was not a highly toxic pesticide. If the lungs fibrosis, it would be unsuccessful.

Now we have to do blood purification.

A series of therapeutic terms sounds complicated.

Fisherman also lay on the bed with complicated eyes, looking at Wan Changsheng and his parents.

Wan Changsheng has decided to take this responsibility, and finally realized that the word "Master" is not a casual verbal cry: "Apologize to your parents first, it is your parents who gave you life. It is wrong to lose your life with such a reckless decision, and it is your parents who tried their best to save you. This is giving you two lives."

The high school graduate who is a second generation is not even able to grit his teeth, and his voice is really weak: "Sorry... I'm not sorry..."

Mother Fei's tears came out again: "Don't, stop doing stupid things anymore, mom is also anxious to speak more heavily..."

The stubborn taxi driver, who was as stubborn as a bull, had only the kindness of his father and was a little anxious. He didn't know what to say. He would just keep stretching the quilt at the end of the bed. This is what he would do to do. It was the cables and pipes that were full of beds that made him at a loss.

Wan Changsheng did not relax: "If you still want me to be your master of painting, you should seriously review this mistake and don't let your parents worry and suffer like this in the future! Do you understand?"

The tall figure standing in front of the bed is in sharp contrast with the parents who are slightly hunched and overwhelmed by the burden of life.

Wan Changsheng's little eyes were unprecedentedly serious, and he also asked in a more emphasis on his tone: "Hmm?!"

Even in such a weak situation, Fisheryan finally heard the point of Wan Changsheng's expression, and tears came out, trying to twist his head away, but was restricted by the oxygen tube and dared not move around. Her face and lips were slightly flushed.

Now, when Fei's mother saw her daughter crying, she rushed to the bed even more anxiously: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, if you want to learn painting, then go and draw, mom... Mom just work more overtime!"

Fisherman's tears were even more, I don't know if it was regret or sadness.

Wan Changsheng became even more harsh: "Learn to learn to draw, you are talented but not virtuous. Do you still learn from me?"

Fisheryan finally controlled the emotions that were stirred up in her weak body and struggled to get up, but she really couldn't do it. Now even the father hurriedly rushed to the other side and said clumsily: "If you want to learn, you must learn, you will definitely get better..."

How could a girl on the hospital bed not feel excited?

Children of wealthy families may use it as a pastime and can develop various skills at will, but here we have to fight to the death, and the struggle is still a thorny road.

All emotions finally rushed out of my throat with a whistle and cried loudly: "Yes, sorry! I was wrong... Dad, mom, I was wrong, I was too willful, I really want to learn to draw..."

Wan Changsheng saw that the family of three had signs of crying with their heads in their arms, and they were as cold as stones. Otherwise, his untrained mentality would have been so hard that he could not help but want to touch the sketches to outline the true feelings in the world: "You talk to yourself first, I'll wait outside, you have discussed it, and I'll talk to classmate Fei about what to learn in the future."

Try not to make yourself like a god of alms, but to have a poker face like a strict teacher and a high disciple.

For Wan Changsheng, that's all he can understand.

It’s true that acting skills are needed everywhere in life.

After leaving the intensive care unit, rub the muscles on my face hard.

But before her fingers left, Fei's parents came out and spoke carefully: "We've finished speaking, sorry, I'm sorry before..."

Wan Changsheng simply put on airs and put down his face and created a arrogant attitude that he learned from Mr. Du: "She can make a name for herself when studying art and make a lot of money. Since I promised to be her master, this identity relationship will definitely help her, a small matter!"

Fortunately, the other graduates were crowded in the corridor outside and didn’t see Wan Changsheng, the face-changing king, otherwise they would have to act well together!

He was sent to the ward by his poor parents and worshipping the Bodhisattva.

Wan Changsheng still wanted to keep his face tense, but Fisheryan saw him crying again. Seeing him frowning, she wanted to hold it in a panic, but she couldn't hold it in a hurry and turned into a hiccup!

The tears flowed like a spring of shame and anger, barely turning into sobs. Under the bed sheet, she looked like a poor woman bullied by a bully.

Wan Changsheng's artistic thinking is like this, and he can't act anymore, so he had to sit down and change his tone: "The medical expenses may be tens of thousands, maybe more than 100,000 yuan. Remember to pay me back the money in the future, and there will be the tuition fees for the art training school in the next year. If you are familiar with it, you will still charge you. I can't take you to draw every day. I'll probably get another 100,000 yuan this year. I'll keep it all in your account and remember to pay it back to me."

In addition to using her nasal sound, Fisheryan kept crying, but tried to open her eyes wide and look at Wan Changsheng, as if she wanted to write down the scene of signing the contract, but probably she had no glasses and was crying and couldn't see anything clearly.

Seeing her wrinkled her face so hard that she wanted to adjust the direction of tears flowing, her hands were covered with needles, and the monitoring clip was pitiful and unable to move.

Wan Changsheng finally pulled a tissue and spread it on the girl's face and absorbed water automatically: "The doctor said you have to lie down for at least one or two months. The harm to your body may be permanent. Have you learned a lesson?"

The tissue was soaked magically and quickly, so the girl's voice became a little deeper: "I really don't want to live a mediocre life in a dark and mediocre way."

Wan Changsheng is re-harsh: "Have you learned a lesson?"

Fisheryan paused and felt aggrieved: "I have absorbed it, and I will never do it again."

Wan Changsheng eased: "My attitude is always to be fully tiled first, and then slowly polish it to become a talent. Even if it is a tiled, it has its own value and can carve flowers on the tiles. No matter how good the jade is, it will be worthless if it is broken!"

This is a completely different outlook on life and attitudes, or female high school graduates have never thought that they can choose different attitudes in life and stick to it.

She tried her best to blow away the tissue covering her face. Wan Changsheng helped her to take it away and looked at each other: "It's better to live without a bad death. Life is a journey of going without returning. Only by living can you experience this life and do more meaningful things. Even if you really have to prove something with your life, you don't think that the corresponding value of your choice is too low. Only your parents who have worked hard for decades will hurt. The classmates will only sigh in surprise. At most, it will become the topic of conversation for others in the future. Oh, I have a classmate who committed suicide..."

Wan Changsheng's sarcasm is rare in the past, and it seems that he learned it from someone.

But when the girl in the hospital bed heard it, it felt particularly heartbroken, and tears showed signs. Wan Changsheng pulled a tissue to prepare to cover a masked girl this time.

Fisheryan slowly shook her head and refused: "I rarely cry. I know my parents are already in trouble. Sometimes I even think I am a burden. If it weren't for me, they might have lived a little easier."

Wan Changsheng shook his head and criticized: "You are selfish, you only think from your own perspective, but in fact you are the only hope in your parents' difficult life. People should have some thoughts when they live. You are just that little thought. I don't deny that your parents value your hope too much and put too much pressure on you. But you could not solve it in such a way that both sides can suffer. I told you that after entering other universities and having their own economic foundation, you can also expand painting into a lifelong hobby. This is a relatively easy solution for you and your parents."

Fisherman looked at Wan Changsheng silently, his eyes still as stubborn as ever.

Wan Changsheng smiled awkwardly: "Of course, I am standing and talking without a pain in my back. I have no intention of convincing you, but stop doing such stupid things, okay?"

Fisherman looked at each other, but finally couldn't resist the gentle gaze. He bit his mouth and nodded seriously: "I was wrong. I hope I can learn more about being a human being with you in the future."

Wan Changsheng smiled: "Everyone has difficult times, everyone has to survive the difficulties of life. Don't be anxious or afraid, and you have to be a little shameless. You are a person with a firm mind. If we work hard together, we will change our destiny."

Fisheryan's eyes turned red again.
Chapter completed!