Han Hao turned white.
Zhang Ting didn’t finish his words. He had guessed.
"You are worried that my mother’s illness has reached the point where medicine can be saved, aren’t you?" Han Hao finished this sentence with his eyes closed.
Zhang Ting sighed. "You all have a good time with her and try to make her happy."
In the next two months, Mrs. Deng woke up every day and forgot about these people around her. It was only after people around her introduced themselves that they slowly remembered.
At the end of the day, even the people around her couldn’t remember how to introduce themselves to Mrs. Deng.
Even in the last half month, Mrs. Deng had incontinence.
And Zhang Ting has been doing his best to rummage through the doctors.
Unfortunately, turning to knowledge is rare.
In the morning, the beautiful sunshine penetrated into Zhang Ting’s face, which was asleep at his desk.
In the beautiful morning, Zhang Ting was awakened by this disturbing dream knocking at the door.
Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Ting reluctantly woke up from his beautiful sleep and knocked at the door.
"Madam" Sogeum saw that she seemed to have just woken up with an embarrassed expression on her face.
Zhang Ting yawned. "Xiaoqin, you knocked on the door here early in the morning. Who has what happened?"
"No, it’s Mrs. Deng. Mrs. Deng woke up and remembered all our names." Xiaoqin said happily to Zhang Ting
Rubbing his eyes Zhang Ting to sogeum this sentence horse stopped rubbing his eyes advised to look at her side.
"What did you say that Mrs. Deng woke up and remembered all our names?"
Xiaoqin nodded. "Yes, I remember everything."
Zhang Ting Ma Maimai ran out toward the outside.
Being pushed by Zhang Ting at the door with sogeum watching his wife run out, the horse followed and ran while shouting, "Madam, don’t run so fast, wait for sogeum."
When Zhang Ting came running with a big sweat, he just met Mrs. Deng, and Xiaobao was happy to talk to her in her room.
"Grandma, you can finally remember me. You don’t know that you didn’t remember Xiaobao some time ago. Xiaobao is so sad. Grandma, don’t forget Xiaobao when you don’t know Xiaobao. Grandma, you must promise me that you won’t forget Xiaobao. Let’s tick." Xiaobao buried his whole body in Mrs. Deng and pointed a little finger at her.
Leaning against the bed, Mrs. Deng looked kindly at her grandson.
While guarding their grandparents, Zhang Yaoyao and Han Haoer’s face didn’t smile at all.
"Do you remember me, old lady?" Zhang Ting looked outside for a while before coming in.
Talking to Xiaobao, Mrs. Deng heard Zhang Tingyin’s horse look over.
"Aren’t you a small court? You’ve been taking care of my small court." Mrs. Deng smiled and looked at Zhang Ting coming towards her.
Zhang Ting smiled and sat by the bed, holding her hand.
Mrs. Deng’s hands are thin because she has been ill for several months, so you can see the blood in them.
"How do you feel now, old lady?" Zhang Ting looked at her and asked.
Mrs. Deng’s face showed pain and smiled easily. "I’m fine. I’ve never felt so comfortable now."
Xiaobao climbed into Zhang Ting’s arms at this moment, clutching Zhang Ting’s skirts and asking, "Mom, is my grandmother sick?"
Zhang Ting glanced at his eyes full of hope and stared at his little treasure’s mouth as if it were blocked by something.
Hesitated for a long time, Zhang Tingchao looked over at Mrs. Deng.
Mrs Deng smiled at her and then called Xiao Bao.
Zhang Ting looked at the couple whispering again, and the two grandparents felt a little uncomfortable at the moment.
Chapter 7, just come back to life!
"Small court you come out, I have something to tell you." Han Hao suddenly came to the front and whispered in Zhang Ting’s ear.
When he left, Zhang Ting took one look at this pair of grandparents and grandchildren, and they had no extra thoughts to pay attention to their side.
Come outside
Han Hao is already there.
"You asked me out to ask Mrs. Deng something!" Zhang Ting told his back.
Han Hao slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Ting. "Yes, I just asked you one thing. Does my mother’s present appearance mean a dead drop?"
Zhang Ting looked back at the room behind him. "Now that you know everything, why are you asking me?"
Han Hao’s eyes suddenly turned red and his hands hung tightly into two fists.
After a long time, Han Hao once again said, "Don’t tell my mother about this matter. I want her old man’s house to leave quietly."
Zhang Ting smiled bitterly. "Do you know your situation, Mrs. Deng? I’m afraid she knows her situation better than we do."
Han Haosong his fist and then clenched it.
Mrs. Deng died three days after she was awake.
She left the world with her eyes closed and a smile on her face in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep.
In my heart, my grandmother has been ill. Xiaobao suddenly learned the news that her grandmother died. The little guy cried and ran to Mrs. Deng’s leaving room, leaving himself in the same room with Mrs. Deng. No one would knock at the door.
Zhang Ting hurried over when he learned about it.
"Why didn’t you stop him from coming? Why are you so careless?" Zhang Ting asked Han Hao’s gang.
Han Hao’s painful and handsome face was covered with beard after the death of his loved one.
"Small court this matter you blame us later, now the most important thing is to bring Xiaobao out from the inside" Han Hao tone looked at Zhang Ting with please.
Zhang Ting sighed and turned towards the door.
Take a deep breath and Zhang Ting gently knocked on the door. "Xiaobao, I am a mother, okay?"
Responding to Zhang Ting is a quiet sound inside.
"Xiaobao, I’m an empress. I’m so worried about you now. You’re a good boy. Can you knock on the door?" Zhang Ting continue to persuade.
It’s still quiet inside
Han Hao is anxious.
Walk up to Zhang Ting. "Otherwise, we’ll smash the door here. It’s not the way to wait."
Zhang Ting stared his one eye. "You’re such a naughty idea. Xiaobao is sad now that you smashed his grandmother’s door. How do you make him think of you as a father?"
Han Hao’s words were blocked by Zhang Ting and could not be said.
It’s almost scratching my hair to be able to do something in a hurry.