Su's father was in very bad condition, and he just woke up.
Su Xiaoling entered the intensive care unit and walked to his bedside.
Su's father is now barely able to speak, he is wearing an oxygen mask, his face is sallow, and he has become extremely thin.
At this moment, he struggled to open his eyes and looked at Su Xiaoling in front of him.
Looking at her father like this, Su Xiaoling felt a pang of sadness, and her nose began to sting.
She knelt down in front of the hospital bed and whispered, "Dad, listen to me."
Su's father blinked laboriously, which was taken as agreement.
Su Xiaoling grasped one of his hands, which was covered in calluses and rough and dark.
It's obvious at a glance that it has gone through countless hardships and the relentless trials of time.
Su Xiaoling knew that her father had suffered a lot from his youth to his old age.
I've never enjoyed any good fortune.
Since her debut, she has rarely gone home and has spent very little time with them.
Now that he is sick, she is still running around.
He kept it from her so as not to be a burden to her.
The more Su Xiaoling thought about it, the more upset she became.
She sniffed and murmured, "I'm sorry."
“From childhood to adulthood, I have caused you worry. Even now that I'm grown up, I haven't been able to provide you with a good life. I haven't been able to spend much time with you.”
"You worked two jobs a day and suffered a lot to pay for my vocal lessons."
"Even when you're sick, I can't be by your side all the time. I'm sorry, so sorry. I should be with you, so you might not give up."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Looking at her tear-streaked face, Su's father opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.
"Don't speak."
Su Xiaoling interrupted him and continued, "I know you won't blame me. Over the years, you've never complained to me once. You always bear everything on your own."
“When I was being cyberbullied, you were always worried about me, but when the public opinion involved you, you were the first to care about me…”
At this point, Su Xiaoling was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"Dad, I really don't want to leave you."
Su's father could only watch helplessly as his daughter cried. He raised his hand, but because he was too weak, he couldn't wipe away her tears like he did when she was a child.
His voice was hoarse and soft: "Child, don't cry."
Su Xiaoling nodded, holding back her tears.
Su's father continued weakly, "Life and death are predestined. You have not let me down, Dad. I will always be proud of you."
It seemed as if Su's father had used up all his strength to say those words.
Su Xiaoling shook her head, tears blurring her vision: "It's okay, I can find the best doctors to treat you, please, hang in there a little longer. Please..."
She didn't want all the people she cherished to leave her.
"My child, you must live well, be happy, and live a good life with your mother."
"Dad, I'm sorry."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
The electrocardiogram in the intensive care unit had become a flat line, and various instruments were emitting alarm sounds.
Su Xiaoling held his hand tightly, her head bowed low, crying sadly.
The doctors quickly entered the ward and began the emergency treatment.
But it was too late.
Song Yansheng stood at the door, her foot, which was about to step inside, remained rooted to the spot.
He didn't want her to experience the pain of loss again.
So he backed down.
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