Chapter 1424 Stealing a Cat (2)

Duan Qianyang fell silent again after hearing what the doctor said. The doctor waited for a while, and probably thought he needed time to digest it, so he walked away.

Duan Qianyang didn't know how long he stood in the corridor. Anyway, his legs were a little numb. He didn't come back to his senses until Duan Qirui walked to his side.

Duan Qianyang looked at the upper of his shoes, which were still stained with blood. It should have been stained when he sent Mr. Duan here. However, he didn't have time to wash it at this time, so he could only endure it.

He took Duan Qirui away from the corridor and went outside the hospital gate: "Why would Dad go to the second floor."

"I don't know." This is also what Duan Qirui couldn't figure out. Mr. Duan didn't go to the second floor when his legs were still good before, so why would he go to the second floor now that he is in a wheelchair.

"Besides you, who was at home when the accident happened?"

"Sishu, Nian Nian." Duan Qirui replied.

"What was Niannian doing at that time?"

Duan Qirui tried to recall, but couldn't remember: "There were too many people at that time, I don't remember."

He raised his head and looked at Duan Qianyang in confusion: "Brother, why are you asking this?"

Duan Qianyang didn't answer anything, just patted his shoulder and went to the ward.

Duan Sishu was still crying in the ward, Duan Xin stood on the other side, with a sad expression, but not to the point of crying, and Feng Niannian stood far away at the window, always lowering her head and drooping her eyelids, making it difficult for people to see her emotions.

When Duan Qianyang entered the room, his eyes stayed on her several times. Feng Niannian might have felt it and raised her head to look over.

The four eyes met.

One look was scrutinizing.

The other look was extremely indifferent, without any emotional ups and downs, as if the person lying in this bed room had nothing to do with her.

Duan Qianyang looked into the dark eyes without any emotion, and suddenly thought of his nephew's evaluation of his little niece. At that time, he thought he was exaggerating and just laughed it off, but now that he really looked into her eyes, he realized that Duan Xin was not lying.

These eyes were too empty and too gloomy, like a bottomless pit that could suck people in.

Even if you look at them for a while longer, you will feel a little uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that makes you feel goose bumps all over your body.

"Brother, what did the doctor say? Will Dad be okay?" Duan Sishu asked crying, pulling Duan Qianyang's attention back.

Duan Qianyang sighed and shook his head: "There is no need for treatment. I will stay in the hospital tonight to accompany Dad through his last journey."

"Brother!" Duan Sishu looked at him in disbelief, as if he was an executioner: "How can you say such a thing? What do you mean there is no need for treatment?"

Duan Qianyang recounted what the doctor had just said. It was not that Duan Qianyang was really cold-blooded and had no feelings for Grandpa Duan.

But he was rational enough. Grandpa Duan was already this age. He had not recovered from the stroke last time. This time he fell down the stairs again, and his ribs were inserted into his lungs. There was no possibility of surgery. If he continued like this, he would slowly die, and even every breath would be painful. There was no need to continue to drag it on like this and suffer this.

Duan Sishu listened, but still couldn't understand. He cried and shook his head: "Even if this is the case, we shouldn't give up."

Duan Qianyang knew that his sister had been raised to be a bit useless over the years, and her thoughts were simple, so he didn't argue with her.