Chapter 340: Moving posture has a heavy sense of stealth

"Uncle!"

Lin Zhao's brisk voice sounded, followed by a few clear voices of children.

"Great Uncle!!"

"Great Uncle!!!"

Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao rushed to the hospital bed one step ahead of Lin Zhao, maintaining a safe distance, and didn't dare to touch Uncle Song on the bed.

Identical eyes were filled with worry.

"Great Uncle, your face is so white. Does your arm still hurt?" Xiang Yubao sniffed, his voice tinged with a sob, tears ready to pour out at any time.

"Great Uncle, your mouth is so dry. Do you want water? I'll pour some for you." Gu Hangbao's little brows were furrowed, very diligent. "My mom said Great Uncle had surgery and is very fragile, as weak as a child. We asked her what surgery is, but Mom didn't pay attention to us."

"..." Lin Zhao didn't expect this little brat to complain as soon as he arrived. Her slender and powerful hand hooked his shoulder, pulled him back, and said with a dark face: "You brat, stay in the back. This is my uncle. Is complaining about me useful?"

Gu Hangbao moved backward, not afraid of falling at all, and said aggrievedly: "Wronging people! Big friends wouldn't complain!"

Lin Zhao didn't pay attention to him. She sat by the bed and waved her hand in front of her uncle a few times.

Her voice was soft.

"Uncle? How do you feel?"

Uncle Song looked at her and smiled. "Not bad."

His limbs were all numb, and his right arm was very painful.

Looking toward his arm, he discovered that his arm was still there. His pupils shook, and he looked at Lin Zhao somewhat urgently and uncertainly. "My arm...!?"

His gaze swept past Lin Zhao and looked toward Director Fu, his eyes shining with light.

"Uncle's arm is still there." Lin Zhao's tone was firm and powerful. "The doctor said if you take good care of it, you can recover!"

Uncle Song's eyes burst with indescribable ecstasy, his voice trembling. "Really? You're not lying to me?"

"Zhao Zhao, I'm so old, I've experienced everything. I can take the blow of losing an arm. Tell Uncle the truth, is my arm really... really saved?"

"Mm." Lin Zhao held her uncle's hand and used a little force. "It's saved. It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, Uncle, ask Director Fu. If you still don't believe me, I'll go invite Dr. Jiang and let him tell you!"

"Dr. Jiang? Is it that one?!" Dr. Jiang's fame was very great, and Uncle Song, who read the newspaper every day, had also heard of him.

His eyes shone, and he braced himself to ask.

"It is that one." Director Fu answered him. "He performed the surgery on you himself. I heard there was a small episode in the middle, and Zhao Zhao came forward to let Dr. Jiang arrive at the operating room on time."

Uncle Song's expression was puzzled.

"It's nothing great." Lin Zhao said indifferently.

Director Fu's eyes were disapproving. "How is it not something great? I heard from the nurse that if you hadn't arrived in time, Dr. Jiang's arm would have been hit! He is a doctor, everyone knows how important his arm is, so I said you have good luck."

Even a severed arm could be reattached.

It wasn't just him; Dr. Jiang also felt strange. He said that logically speaking, an arm detached from the body for several hours would be useless even if sutured, and might even become necrotic. If it were more serious, the body would be infected. He actually didn't hold any expectation of being able to suture it at the time, but after checking, he found that the severed arm and the patient's physical condition were surprisingly good!

Uncle Song's look at Lin Zhao was extremely gentle. "Yes, Zhao Zhao is my lucky star."

While in a coma, he heard Zhao Zhao's voice, and the... medicine that melted in his mouth... should be real.

Lin Zhao lifted her chin proudly, very smug.

"Did you feed me medicine?" Uncle Song asked.

"!!!!" Lin Zhao was shocked in her heart. She didn't expect her uncle to be conscious even when injured like that.

She curled her lips slightly and said calmly: "Mm, I asked Little Brother for life-saving medicine. It was originally used just in case. Seeing Uncle bleeding so much and being so weak, I fed you one."

Of course, the facts weren't like this. That medicine was obtained from the lottery system, and the drug description only had four words: Bring back to life.

Uncle Song felt something was wrong, but like the Lin family, he tacitly didn't pursue it.

After all, he had just had surgery, and his body was extremely weak. After saying a few words, he fell into a deep sleep. After falling asleep, Uncle Song had a series of fragmented dreams. The content of the dreams was very bad. Zhao Zhao was gone, and the Lin family seemed to be cursed, falling down one after another. The lives of the children like Big Egg were difficult, and Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao and the others were even worse, not having enough to eat or wear. The older ones went down the wrong path, and the younger one... stayed in the most innocent year forever...

Impossible.

Uncle Song in his sleep had his brows tightly locked, his forehead covered in bean-sized sweat.

"Mom, Great Uncle is sweating a lot. Is it because of pain?" Xiang Yubao looked at Great Uncle on the bed with heartache, tears almost falling. "Can I wipe Great Uncle's sweat? I will be careful, I won't touch Great Uncle's arm."

Lin Zhao looked at him and nodded. "You can. When you wipe, talk to your Great Uncle."

She looked at her uncle; he didn't look like he was in pain, more like he was having a nightmare!

"Okay." Xiang Yubao took the towel, stood at the head of the bed, and carefully wiped the sweat for Great Uncle.

While wiping sweat, he talked: "Great Uncle, I'm wiping your sweat. Nurse Auntie said that after the anesthesia wears off, the wound will hurt. Are you in pain? You must be in pain. I have no way to make you not hurt, I can only accompany you..."

He didn't know what to say, thinking of whatever came to mind.

Fortunately, he had a chatterbox younger brother.

Gu Hangbao took over his words: "Great Uncle, sleep obediently, we are all accompanying you. You can see us as soon as you open your eyes! Great Aunt and Song Song Yuncheng Uncle and Yun Jin Uncle will arrive in the afternoon, you can see them when you wake up."

While talking to the person on the hospital bed, he made a small detour and asked Xiang Yubao: "Brother, do you think Song Song Yuncheng Uncle and Yun Jin Uncle cried?"

Xiang Yubao hesitated. "... No way, Song Song Yuncheng Uncle and Yun Jin Uncle are adults. How can adults cry."

Lin Zhao: "..."

"Why can't adults cry?" She couldn't help but speak.

Xiang Yubao looked over. "My dad said so. Real men bleed but don't shed tears."

Lin Zhao: "Men are also people, and they can also encounter sad things. It's very normal to cry. Besides, crying isn't necessarily all painful things, there is also crying with joy. Crying with joy is being too happy and unable to control wanting to cry."

"Why cry when happy?" The short life experience of the children couldn't understand this. "I want to laugh when I'm happy, the kind of laughter that makes my face sour."

Gu Hangbao agreed with his brother's words. "Me too. I only want to cry when I'm especially, especially, especially sad. Usually, I'm laughing. Grandma said I'm a happy fruit. She feels very good when she sees my smiling face."

This second cub, if he doesn't show off for a day, he feels uncomfortable all over.

Lin Zhao looked helpless.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are a happy fruit. I hope you are always laughing." She said.

Gu Hangbao's smile climbed over his entire face. "I will."

"Mom, when can Great Uncle go home?" He rolled his eyes, looking like a little ghost, seemingly planning something.

Lin Zhao narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you calculating?"

"Nothing, I'm just asking." Gu Hangbao didn't admit what he was calculating.

"At least three to five months, right?" Lin Zhao replied.

"Then... does someone have to stay to take care of Great Uncle?" The mischievous boy with ghost ideas asked again.

Lin Zhao swept her gaze over his face and understood. "You're planning to stay?"

Gu Hangbao said with strong reasons: "Great Aunt has to work, Song Song Yuncheng Uncle and Yun Jin Uncle also have things to do, and you also have to work. Calculating like this, no one is taking care of Great Uncle. I have no serious business, I can take care of Great Uncle."

"You want to skip class, right?" Lin Zhao exposed his thoughts.

"No, stupid students are afraid of class. I'm so smart, I get double hundreds every time I take an exam, I'm not afraid of school at all." Gu Hangbao said righteously. "I really want to help."

Lin Zhao smiled. "Ask your sister A-Lan first, does she believe what you say?"

Gu Hangbao looked at Gu Lan, blinking his eyes, his expression as serious as could be.

"Sister A-Lan~"

Gu Lan coughed lightly, her words simple and honest. "You are too small. You need someone to take care of yourself, you can't take care of adults. You can't even reach the sink, and the table for pouring water is so high, you can't reach it either..."

Xiang Yubao added: "When you go to the cafeteria to get food, the auntie who serves food has to stand on tiptoe and lean forward to see you. If you stay... Great Uncle has to take care of you."

He looked at his younger brother seriously. "Gu Hangbao, stop thinking about it, it's not realistic."

This little adult tone was as serious as it was contrastingly cute.

"Listen to your brother, stop thinking about it. When your Great Aunt comes, I'll take you home, go to school obediently." Lin Zhao said casually.

"Ah?" Gu Hangbao's mouth opened wide, carrying incredible shock. "So we're not going to care about Great Uncle anymore?!"

"What kind of talk is that... as long as someone is taking care of your Great Uncle, why leave so many people?" Lin Zhao said.

"Oh." Gu Hangbao was persuaded.

The person on the hospital bed heard the conversation coming from his ear, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to lift.

At noon, Director Fu came again, bringing quite a few nutritional supplements and seasonal fruits.

"Is Old Song okay?" he asked with concern.

"He's been sleeping." Lin Zhao answered.

Director Fu looked at his old friend on the bed and said: "He lost so much blood, that's walking a circle through the gates of hell. It's normal to sleep a lot. The doctor said it's a good thing to be able to sleep; it's suffering if you can't sleep."

"Yes."

Director Fu greeted Lin Zhao and the others to eat fruit. "I was lucky to buy fruit. Come and taste it. There are persimmons and mangoes. Choose whichever you want to eat."

Lin Zhao took a look. "There's actually mango..."

"You've eaten it?" Director Fu was quite surprised. Mangoes were difficult to transport, and not many people had eaten them. He thought he had bought something Zhao Zhao hadn't eaten, but he didn't expect her to know.

"... No." Lin Zhao shook her head.

Actually, she had eaten it. In the fruit gift package she drew a long time ago, there were mangoes. Those mangoes were as big as bricks, and the flesh was soft and sweet. It was her favorite.

"If you haven't eaten it, eat it now. The seller said it's especially sweet and soft." Director Fu said.

He also asked Xiang Yubao and the others: "What about you? Eat mangoes too, how about it? Taste something fresh."

Xiang Yubao nodded and thanked them obediently. "Thank you, Grandpa Fu."

Director Fu: "Good, no need to thank me. I'm old friends with your Great Uncle. If there's anything you want to eat, tell me, I'll go buy it, anything is fine."

"Okay." Xiang Yubao responded, never thinking of troubling others.

The three children tasted the mango flavor, their identical eyes shining slightly, their brows dancing.

"So sweet." Xiang Yubao said.

"Soft, fragrant, and different from all other fruits, I like it." Gu Hangbao followed up, a circle of orange-yellow mango juice around his mouth after one bite.

Gu Lan was quiet and shy, unable to say mushy compliments, only nodding, expressing agreement.

This thing called mango was indeed delicious, better than all the fruits she had eaten.

Of course, she hadn't eaten many kinds, except for wild fruits on the mountain, the others were given by Third Aunt.

Director Fu came over wanting to replace Lin Zhao, but she had no place she wanted to go, and no intention to visit, only wanting to stay and accompany her uncle.

There was no need for so many people to stay in the ward, and most importantly, he, an adult, didn't have many topics to chat with young people, so he left after sitting for a while.

Walking out of the hospital, a sudden envy for his old friend rose in his heart.

Old Song has good luck. His wife cares about him, his sons are filial, and his niece is also capable. What kind of fate is this? He can't compare, really can't compare.

Before four o'clock in the afternoon.

Aunt Song and the others finally arrived.

The moment they stepped into the hospital gate, they all started to trot. After inquiring about the ward number where Uncle Song was, they ran faster. Afraid of disturbing others, they tried hard to lighten their steps, their moving posture having a heavy sense of stealth.

Arriving at the ward, they pushed the door and entered.

"Aunt, Song Song Yuncheng, Yun Jin, you all came." Lin Zhao stood up. Seeing Lin Heling and Song Xiwei trailing behind, her eyes lit up slightly. "Dad, Mom, you came too."

"Zhao Zhao, you've worked hard." Aunt Song held Lin Zhao's hand, her expression grateful and moved.

Lin Zhao shook her head. "It's what I should do."

Saying that, she said what the doctor said again.

Hearing her words with her own ears and seeing the person on the hospital bed sleeping peacefully, the heart that Aunt Song had been hanging high fell back down.

"As long as he's fine, as long as he's fine." She sat by the bed, holding her husband's left hand, her eyes full of relief.

She now felt that a false alarm was the most beautiful word in this world.

As for whether the man could do that job again, she didn't care. As long as he was alive!

Lin Heling walked to Lin Zhao and placed his big palm on the top of her head, rubbing it lightly. "Are you scared?"

One sentence made Lin Zhao's nose sore.

She blinked her eyes, suppressing that sudden emotion, and said: "Scared."

"I'm scared Uncle will have an accident."

"Uncle lost so much blood, his arm was gone, and his breathing was so weak. I was scared he wouldn't be able to hold on."

If it weren't for that life-saving pill and that interstellar repair fluid, she could imagine how much she would have collapsed.

Watching the breath of life of her relative gradually dissipate, that feeling felt like her heart was being sliced.

Song Xiwei hugged Lin Zhao and patted her back. "It's fine, we're all here. You did very well, you were especially able to carry things. Your dad and I are proud of you."

Lin Zhao was a bit embarrassed and pretended to be calm and boasted: "Don't look at me usually loving to rely on you, when something really happens, I'm very capable."

"Yes, very capable." Lin Heling followed her words. He didn't hope Zhao Zhao was too capable.

He hoped his daughter would always have someone to rely on. ===== CHAPTER 341 =====

He hoped his daughter would always have someone to rely on.