"Ayao..."
Liang Weiye hesitated to speak, cleared his throat, and then said, "It's nothing, I just want to have a meal together as a family."
"Maybe after a while."
"Ayu and I will move to a villa near Ren Ai Hospital today so that it will be more convenient to go to and from the hospital."
Liang Weiye looked stunned.
Ever since the accident, Liang Jiayao has been particularly reluctant to go to the hospital.
In fact, as long as he undergoes corneal transplant surgery, his eyes will soon be restored to their original state.
But my younger brother, who has always been a genius and rational, got stuck in a rut on this matter for some reason.
They said that a loser like him was not worth wasting other people's precious corneas.
No one in the family tried to persuade him, but it didn't work.
Now, he finally came to his senses?
It seems that this is also thanks to Fu Yu.
Liang Jiayao and Fu Yu moved into the Liang family's villa in Repulse Bay that night.
There are more than ten rooms, but the two of them still live together.
The neurosurgery department of Yan Ai Hospital is one of the best in Hong Kong.
The most powerful person in the medical team is Zhou Zongci, a genius neurosurgeon known as the "magic hand".
He and Liang Jiayao were high school classmates and had a close personal relationship.
"Hey, what brings you here?"
"What should I call you now, Sir Liang, Young Master Liang, or..."
Seeing Fu Yu beside Liang Jiayao, Zhou Zongci put away his careless smile.
"This is..."
"Examine her."
Zhou Zongci glanced at Fu Yu meaningfully.
Liang Jiayao is a very arrogant person. Asking him to ask for help from someone is harder than climbing to the sky.
Now, she actually came to him for this little girl...
Zhou Zongci patted his knees and said with a smile, "Okay, since the young master has asked, I will do it right away."
Fu Yu pinched Liang Jiayao's fingers and whispered in a tone that matched her character: "I don't want to be alone, please accompany me."
"good."
Liang Jiayao smiled gently, "Don't worry, the people here are all kind and won't hurt you."
Zhou Zongci rolled his eyes to the sky.
Even the most sober and rational person will become like a moron when in love.
A routine MRI scan turned into a death sentence.
It's a pity that he has always regarded Liang Jiayao, who is not interested in women and has absolute rationality, as his idol.
Zhou Zongci patted his chest and silently vowed that he would never fall in love, to ensure that his excellent brain would not be corrupted by love.
About half an hour later, Zhou Zongci came with the film in his hand, his expression solemn.
"I think her occasional bouts of psychosis are most likely unrelated to brain damage and are more likely a stress response."
Zhou Zongci pressed the intercom and made an appointment for a psychiatric outpatient clinic.
"I suspect the patient must have experienced some kind of stimulation when she was a child, causing her to go crazy and fight to protect herself."
Zhou Zongci glanced thoughtfully at Fu Yu, who was eating candy outside the guard department.
"Isn't this similar to you?"
"Your legs are clearly not injured, but you can't stand up."
"Heart disease needs heart medicine to heal it. Ah Yao, is Fu Yu your heart medicine?"
Liang Jiayao gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his face half hidden in the shadow of the incandescent light, full of secrecy.
Two days after the corneal transplant surgery was scheduled, he also began to cooperate with the doctor for psychological counseling.
He didn't know whether Fu Yu was his heart medicine.
He just wanted Fu Yu not to leave him.
For this, he was willing to give himself a chance to survive.
The transplant went smoothly.
The moment he regained his sight, he saw the little girl blinking and stealing glances at his abdominal muscles.