Beichuan.

Zhu Yichen's condition has deteriorated again, and the hospital has issued another critical condition notice. If a suitable kidney donor is not found, the boy may not survive for more than six months.

Cui Li spent her days in tears.

However, Zhu Dekun became increasingly impatient. He had a son who was about to die and had no value, yet spent money like water. On the other hand, he had a healthy, lively, and adorable son. Naturally, his heart was biased, and he became less and less willing to go home. At first, he would answer Cui Li's calls and visit his son in the hospital every three to five days, but later he simply stopped answering the phone and stopped visiting his son altogether.

Cui Li eventually gave up looking for him and just stayed by her son's side every day; both children were her lifeblood.

However, while she was taking care of her younger brother at the hospital, her other man ran away. By the time she realized it, Zhu Jiaojiao had already run off to South Korea and was on the operating table.

When Cui Li called Zhu Dekun again, he hung up again.

After three attempts, the phone finally answered: "Aren't you annoying? What's up?"

"Zhu Dekun, where are you?" Cui Li asked, barely suppressing her anger.

"I have something to do."

"Jiaojiao ran away." Cui Li's voice was trembling with tears.

"If you ran away, go find someone. What good will it do you to come to me?" Zhu Dekun didn't even bother to hide his disgust anymore. "Isn't it all because you spoiled him?"

"Heh." Cui Li laughed in anger. "Now you're blaming me? Don't you bear any responsibility? Wasn't that your daughter?"

"Alright, I'll send someone to look for her. Don't worry about it." Zhu Dekun paused for a moment. He still had some feelings for Zhu Jiaojiao, after all, she was his first child. "I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."

When are you coming to see your son?

"I'll wait until I'm free," Zhu Dekun said, then hung up the phone.

If you try calling again, the call won't connect.

Cui Li was so angry that she almost threw her phone, but she managed to calm herself down before returning to her ward.

"Mom." Zhu Yichen lay weakly on the hospital bed, looking at Cui Li, who had called with a pale face, and forced a smile. "Does this mean I have no hope?"

"No, Mom will definitely find a way to keep you alive." Cui Li sniffed. "You're so smart, you'll definitely be alright, so son, you have to keep going too."

"Does Dad..." Zhu Yichen's eyes reddened, "...does he hate me?"

“No, he…” Cui Li wanted to defend Zhu Dekun, but found that she didn’t know what words to use. After all, her son was sixteen years old and very smart. He hadn’t seen his father for half a month, and he probably already guessed it.

"Mom." Zhu Yichen didn't want to cry, but tears still fell. "If I die, you should divorce him."

"Ah Chen, you..."

"If you find another good man, you can have another child."

"No, Mom only wants you as her son, really, Mom..."

Zhu Yichen smiled and said, "Yes, you are the best mother in the world."

"Stop talking, rest for a bit. Mom will go ask the doctor. No matter the cost, I'll find you a kidney." Cui Li helped her son lie down, watched him close his eyes, then turned and ran out. The tears she had been holding back for so long finally fell. She cried for a while before stopping. Zhu Dekun, since you are heartless, then don't blame me for being ruthless too.