I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Lu Junhan's tall and straight body stood beside the hospital bed and lowered his eyes slightly.

He stared deeply at the man lying on the bed, who seemed to be so gentle even when he was asleep.

The memory seems to be worn back twenty years ago in an instant——

"Son, dad is on vacation tomorrow, will you take you out to play? If you are always bored at home, you will be suffocated. If you are suffocated, your mother and I can only have another one."

"Why don't you like going to kindergarten? They have runny noses? Well... this is indeed a problem, then go straight to elementary school. Dad supports you. You are already a five-year-old child and can go to elementary school."

"Why are you hitting someone else's kid? He's too ugly and fat to get in the way of your eyes? Then you can't hit it directly, you have to hit it secretly, so that no one will know it's you who did it. Of course, the most important thing is , I don't need to help you clean up the mess in the back."

Thinking about it, Ying Ting's brows became a little irritable.

Lu Junhan pursed his thin lips tightly, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and just smoked a slender cigarette.

After a pause, he glanced at the very fragile man on the bed, and finally put it back.

Song Qingwan took a deep breath, and after a while, she had slowly recovered, and she could accept the fact that her brother became a vegetable.

If she was still 21 years old and had never experienced anything, she would probably feel that her brother was too miserable.

Then he lay down in front of the hospital bed regardless, crying for three days and three nights.

Feel free to vent your emotions, cry when you want to cry, and feel sad when you want to be sad.

But now, after more than 20 years of social polishing, the first thing she thought about was not crying and venting her emotions, but a rational analysis of the current situation.

My brother just became a vegetative person, not really dead, so there is still a chance.

Although the doctor said that she might never wake up, she would try as long as there was a 0.001% chance.

Crying will never solve the problem.

This is the most useful experience she has gained in the past twenty years.

"Li Li, come here," Song Qingwan seemed to have thought of something, she turned her head towards the other side and never dared to speak, but the cute little girl who was staring everywhere beckoned, and pointed to the person on the bed:

"This is grandpa."

"grandfather?"

When the little girl saw her aunt calling her, she finally had nothing to do, so she quickly trotted over, tilted her head and looked at the man on the hospital bed, a man who looked a bit like her father, with a very serious face:

"Is it my father's father?"

Lu Junhan glanced at the little girl.

Song Qingwan paused, then smiled: "Yes! It's your father's father."

As she said that, she pulled the little girl and smiled at Lu Qidong, whose eyes were closed on the bed:

"Brother, did you hear that? Your granddaughter called your grandfather. Don't worry, we are all doing well now. Really, Lu's has now become the largest company in Haicheng. We have already achieved your goals back then. I helped you make it happen. Besides, you see, that stinky boy Lu Junhan has a daughter. It's a real daughter, not a picked one. The little girl is now three years old. Her name is Lu Li, the pear of Pear Blossom. Bar……"

As she spoke, Song Qingwan choked up. She raised her head and blinked desperately, forcing her tears back:

"Little girl... The little girl is so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful and kind child. If you can wake up, you will definitely like her very much..."

Speaking of this, Song Qingwan was suddenly unable to speak.

She raised her head and blinked, wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and took a deep breath:

"It's okay, brother, I didn't cry, really, I'm 42 years old this year, and I'm no longer a child. You've just turned into a vegetable, and it's not really dead. I have nothing to cry. It's you. , Does it hurt during the operation? It should be very painful, I know you have always been afraid of pain, and your body is more squeamish than me. I also said at the time that you are a child of a rich family, and it must be your father's habit... …”

"But thank you, brother, for more than 20 years for us, so many years, you have worked hard..."

Song Qingwan's voice suddenly became very light: "But brother, can you hold on for a while? We will find the best doctor for you, please wake up, we are all waiting for you..."

The old man closed his eyes and turned around.

Even Lu Junhan lowered his face, looked away, and looked out the window.

"Auntie, what's wrong with Grandpa?"

The little girl looked at Song Qingwan cautiously, "Why is he lying on the bed?"

Song Qingwan's eyes were red, she touched her little head with her hand, smiled, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Your grandfather...he is ill, very seriously ill, so he can't wake up, so he can only sleep all the time. ."

"Get ill?"

The little girl tilted her head with a very serious face: "Take medicine when you are sick, and you will be fine after taking medicine."

"Your grandfather's illness is different," Song Qingwan said sternly, "Maybe... maybe taking medicine won't help."

The little girl looked at the person on the bed worriedly: "That grandpa is so pitiful."

At this moment, the attending doctor called by the old man came in.

The doctor said hello to the old man. The old man closed his eyes and didn't look at it. He waved his hand and took a deep breath.

"There are no outsiders here, just say it."

The doctor nodded, took out the medical record, and said to Song Qingwan and Lu Junhan:

"Mr. Lu's condition was not very optimistic before, and as he got older, his physical condition became weaker and weaker. We all thought he would not be able to survive the last operation yesterday, but fortunately, he was lucky and survived. But luckily, he ended up in a vegetative state."

Song Qingwan frowned, "Doctor, I don't want to know what happened before, I just want to know now, is there any way to wake up my brother?"

The doctor shook his head and looked at her with a little pity:

"According to our previous tests, the probability of Mr. Lu waking up is extremely low, and he may never wake up unless... a miracle happens."

"Miracle?" Song Qingwan closed her eyes, "Doesn't that mean that my brother will never wake up?"

"It's not absolute."

Song Qingwan hurriedly asked, "How do you say this?"

Doctor: "What we diagnose for patients is that they may never wake up, not necessarily. After all, for such a long time in the future, anything can happen."

Song Qingwan was silent for a while, and said, "You mean, will my brother wake up next, it all depends on his own destiny?"

The doctor nodded: "We have done the best in medicine. Whether he will wake up next depends on his personal luck."

Song Qingwan murmured: "That's it! I feel that my brother's luck in this life has been spent on the operating table for more than 20 years. How can there be any luck left to wake up!"

[Also, don't wait, it may be late. 】