Chapter 142

The next morning was sunny and sunny.

Shen Zhao woke up in a sour body, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, the sunlight leaking in from the gaps in the curtains was dazzling, she frowned, and reached out subconsciously to explore the past.

The tentacles are empty, only the cold air of the air conditioner is left.

Shen Zhao was stunned, and instantly woke up. He quickly sat up and looked around, looking for Song Ling's figure in the room.

The room was quiet and dim, and Song Ling was not there.

Shen Zhao lifted the air-conditioning quilt on his body, wearing only a crimson silk nightgown, opened the door and rushed out barefoot, looking around, and finally saw her back in the kitchen downstairs.

"A Ling——" She held onto the stairs and called to her.

Song Ling was cooking soup in an apron. He heard the voice behind him. He looked back and saw Shen Zhao standing at the entrance of the stairs.

Shen Zhao went downstairs, rushed over, and hugged her from behind.

His side face was placed on her back, his heart was beating uneasy, he didn't say a word, just hugged her quietly like this.

Song Ling put down the spoon in his hand, turned around, faced her face to face, and asked her with a soft voice, "Why are you awake, don't you sleep for a while?"

Shen Zhao raised his head, blinked his eyes twice, and murmured, "I thought you left again."

Song Ling paused with her fingers, and suddenly smiled. She raised her hand to cover the broken hair on her forehead, put it gently behind her ear, and said softly, "I promised you, and I won't push you away again."

"Really?" Shen Zhao asked worriedly.

Song Ling smiled, "Really."

Shen Zhao looked up at her and said to her seriously, "Don't make decisions for me again. I'm not afraid of anything, and I'm not afraid of facing all this with you. The only thing I'm afraid of is that you don't want me."

Song Ling's heart was stabbed, and when she heard that sentence, she felt her heart would be broken.

She held her tightly in her arms and told her over and over again: "No, Ah Zhao, I want you, from start to finish, I want you."

Shen Zhao supported her arm with his hand and pulled a little distance away. She raised her eyes to meet her, narrowed her eyes, and responded with a heavy smile.

"What did you cook? It's so fragrant." Shen Zhao stood on tiptoe and stepped barefoot on the smooth floor tiles, feeling a little cool.

Song Ling understood, hugged her waist with both hands, lifted the person, hugged her and sat on the high chair next to her, put her hands on the bar behind her, wrapped the person in her arms, and bent slightly closer She, said: "Pork ribs soup, you like it."

Song Ling bent over and looked at her level.

Shen Zhao looked at the bright and bright eyes of the person in front of her, with an ambiguous posture. He put his hands around her shoulders, and his fair wrists naturally drooped in a gentle arc. The sunlight shone in and fell just there, with a flickering brilliance.

The breath is fresh, mixed with the deliciousness of the food.

Shen Zhao tilted his head, shrugged his shoulders, revealing a seductive and delicate collarbone, and smiled deliberately: "I like it, obviously it's you."

"Little goblin." Song Ling smiled, lowered her head slightly, buried her chin on her neck, and lightly bit on the hooking collarbone.

"Yeah! It hurts..." Shen Zhao shrugged and giggled.

The crisp laughter echoed throughout the room, and those long-lost smiles also climbed onto her face again.

"Song Ling, I really like to love you, what should I do?" Shen Zhao asked her with a smile.

Happiness can also go to people's minds, for example, at this moment, she asks these mindless and silly questions.

But Song Ling was obsessed with her like this. It was Shen Zhao who loved her, and Shen Zhao who loved her helplessly but was still firm.

"Then keep loving, and love a little more, okay?" Song Ling coaxed her.

Shen Zhao smiled: "Okay."

Song Ling looked at the joy between her brows, and her mood improved unconsciously.

She let go of her, turned around and was about to leave, saying, "I'll go get some slippers..."

"No, I'll take it myself." Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhao jumped off the high stool, rushed to the entrance, and bent over to take out a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Song Ling smiled and said, "Go wash up first, the soup will be ready soon."

Shen Zhao: "Okay."

After drinking the soup, Shen Zhao got up to clean up the dishes. Song Ling wanted to reach out, but she stopped her and said, "I'll come."

Without waiting for her to reach out, she took care of herself and went to the sink to clean up the tableware and chopsticks.

With only two small bowls, Shen Zhao was not used to the dishwasher, so he washed it directly.

"A Ling..."

Song Ling was wiping the table when she heard her answer and waited for her to continue speaking.

Shen Zhao continued: "Let's go to the hospital today."

The movements of Song Ling's hands stopped, and she did not return to her immediately. The air became stagnant and quiet for a moment. After a while, Song Ling agreed to her: "Okay."

Shen Zhao didn't look back, heard the voice behind him, pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

After eating, Song Ling drove Shen Zhao with him, and the two went to the hospital together.

Because the examination had been done before, and the examination report was still there, the attending physician was Dr. Wang last time. This time, Meng Yunan was also there.

Meng Yunan was a little stunned when she saw the reconciled two, probably not expecting that Song Ling would be persuaded by Hui Shen Zhao.

Dr. Wang made a comprehensive analysis again and said: "The biggest risk of MDS is the fear that it will transform into acute leukemia. Because the function of hematopoietic stem cells is destroyed, the only way to cure it is to have a suitable stem cell transplant. Of course, it depends on the later stage. The tolerance of the recipient, so the whole process, the probability of successful cure is not high, but it is not impossible, everything is unknown."

When Shen Zhao listened to these professional terms, his heart was suppressed and breathless. Because of her father's relationship, she can basically understand some things.

The death of my father was not during the operation, but the body tolerated and adapted after the operation.

Once rejection occurs and the infection is severe, the body will be very bad.

Song Ling held Shen Zhao and held her hand to comfort her.

She knew these consequences a long time ago, because the cure rate was low, so she planned for the worst early in the morning.

That's why she made that decision.

Dr. Wang continued: "At present, we still adopt a conservative treatment method, using drugs first, and chemotherapy in a small area to see if it can be suppressed and improved."

Hearing the word chemotherapy, Shen Zhao was suddenly pulled back to those days in the past. For more than half a year, she had experienced those days, and she was in the torment of fear every day.

In the past, she always believed that her father would get better. Under that kind of hope, everything was hopeful, but now that she experienced it again, she was afraid.

After leaving the clinic, Shen Zhao couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She turned her back and raised her head to force the tears back into her eyes, because she was afraid that Song Ling would be sad when she saw it.

Song Ling looked at her profile, and the emotions she tried to hold back.

What she worried and feared was such a moment.

She could endure the torment of the pain, but she couldn't, and she watched Shen Zhao worry and fear for her.

From full of hope to dashed hope.

Such a painful and tormenting process is far more cruel than having no hope from the very beginning.

Song Ling pressed the person into her arms, caressed her head gently, and comforted her gently: "Azhao doesn't cry, I will support it, even for you, I will support it."

When Shen Zhao heard her words, she couldn't hold back her tears completely. She bit her lips tightly, not letting herself cry out, because she was afraid that people around her would hear it.

At this moment, she suddenly understood the decision of the person in front of her.

People are always like this, no matter how much pain they suffer, they don't want their loved ones to worry about them. It's not selfishness, it's just helpless love to the depths, but it's an instinctive reaction.

Instinctively, she couldn't care about the gains and losses, she just simply didn't want to make her sad. Just like at this moment, she didn't want Song Ling to see her cry.