How could Li Xing, who has always been proud and conceited, accept his own amputation so easily?
How could a healthy man allow his body to become disabled?
"Dad, give me my legs back."
"Mom, give me back my legs."
Li Xing looked too crazy, and his addiction had come back, making him look hideous.
The doctor discussed with Mr. Li, "Mr. Li, do you want to use some sedatives for now?"
Mr. Li shook his head.
Li Xing must now pass this hurdle.
Amputation has become an irreversible fact.
The only thing Li Xing could do was to accept this fact. He would not give Li Xing a chance to escape.
He wanted Li Xing to accept everything that was happening now and would not give Li Xing any chance to buffer his emotions.
"Okay, let's go outside first. Call us if you need anything."
After the doctor and nurse left, Mr. Li pulled a chair and sat next to Li Xing.
He looked at Li Xing quietly, looking at Li Xing's almost crazy face. In an instant, all the memories of Li Xing from childhood to adulthood replayed in his mind. When did his son Li Xing become what he is today?
It's his fault.
If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault.
His son Li Xing walked step by step into such an abyss. Although he did not stand idly by, what was the difference between him and standing idly by?
"Lao Li, what should we do now?"
Old Mrs. Li wiped away her tears out of heartache.
Mr. Li looked at Mrs. Li, his voice soft and gentle as never before.
"No matter what. Things have come to this, he has to accept it."
After all, Li Xing had just recovered from a serious illness, and he had been taking medicine before. So after just a short while, he had no strength left. He lay on the hospital bed in despair, staring at the ceiling in a daze, like a dying fish.
After all this fuss, nothing around has changed.
The pain in my body did not disappear.
This means that this is real reality, not a nightmare as he thought.
Li Xing's addiction came back, and coupled with the pain, cold sweat broke out all over Li Xing's body.
He patted the edge of the bed tightly, and looked at Mrs. Li with his dark yet bright eyes.
"Mom, give me a cigarette, give me a cigarette."
Li Xing looked so pitiful.
Mr. Li can still remain indifferent.
But Mrs. Li couldn't do that. She glanced at Mr. Li, quietly slipped out of the ward, and bought a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches at the store outside the hospital.
From a distance, Old Lady Li could hear Li Xing's heart-wrenching voice.
It hurts and it aches.
That cry was as if someone was holding a knife and cutting into Old Lady Li's heart piece by piece.
She trotted into the ward with cigarettes and matches in her hand. Without caring that Mr. Li was in the ward, she hurriedly tore open the cigarette package, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Li Xing's mouth.
Li Xing couldn't wait to bite the cigarette, lit the match, took a deep puff, and was choked instantly.
wrong!
It doesn't taste like this.
He spat out the cigarette with a "Pah" and looked at Mrs. Li fiercely.
"You're trying to trick me with fake cigarettes?" He cursed Mrs. Li viciously. "Do you think I'm disabled? That's why I'm easy to fool!"
Mrs. Li always doted on her son. She didn't get angry at all. She just asked, "Son, what brand do you want to smoke? Mom will buy it for you."
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