I almost touched the moon

After hearing her words, Wen Song stood there in a daze, somewhat at a loss. After a long while, he spoke up, "I don't know... why were you hospitalized?"

The housekeeper welcomed Wen Song into the house first, and asked Aunt Zhou to serve her and Cheng Che a glass of iced oolong tea, and then slowly said: "I don't know the specific reason, but Dr. Lucille told me that she needs a minor operation, so she needs to stay in the hospital for 2-3 days. If her parents come here during this period, let me and Amy tell them that she is on a business trip."

"Have my grandparents also come to Switzerland?" Wen Song asked puzzledly.

The housekeeper shook his head and said, "Not yet, but there was a period of time before that Mr. Wen and Ms. Jiang often came to our house unexpectedly to visit Dr. Lucille."

Seeing Wen Song's worried face, Cheng Che quickly said to her, "Don't worry, wife. We'll go see mom right now."

"Let's go after we have dinner." Aunt Zhou said softly, "Miss, son-in-law, I will cook dinner for you. You can go after you have dinner. What would you like to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anymore." Wen Song turned around and asked the housekeeper, "Which hospital is my mother in?"

The housekeeper immediately sent her the address of the hospital and the ward number, and said to her, "Don't worry, Dr. Lucille is always in good health."

Cheng Che considered that Wen Song must not have eaten much for lunch at school, and if he didn't eat dinner, he would definitely have a stomachache again, so he couldn't help but persuade him gently: "Baby, eat dinner first, and then we'll go see mom, okay? Didn't you say on the way here that you wanted to eat Aunt Zhou's crab meat and abalone soup, matsutake and old duck soup, and satay beef? How about I make you some lobster soup with rice?"

Zhou Ma said immediately, "I'll go right away, son-in-law, please stay with the young lady."

"I have no appetite..." Wen Song sighed and said, "What happened to my mother? Why didn't she tell me that she was sick and hospitalized?"

"Mom didn't tell you because it's not serious and I was afraid you'd worry." Cheng Che held her in his arms and comforted her, gently stroking her hair and saying, "Didn't Tina also say it's not serious? It's definitely okay."

He carried Petty to the sofa again, waved at Wen Song and said, "Quickly comfort your sister and tell her that mom is fine. We will go to see mom after we finish eating. If we go now, mom will definitely be eating too, which is not very convenient."

Wen Song saw Petty's smiling face, and the worry in Cheng Che's eyes, but he kept smiling and comforting her, and he felt better. He lit a cigarette and said, "I seem to be really useless... My mother was sick, and she didn't even tell me."

"Mom is afraid that you'll worry." Cheng Che said quickly, "Besides, you two have the same personality. She will definitely think that you are not a doctor and it is useless to tell you. Isn't it the same for you? When you were sick, you didn't even tell me, let alone mom."

"Hmm..." Wen Song thought about it and realized that this was indeed what Wen Yiheng would do. He was no longer tormented and hugged Cheng Che and said, "Alas, but I'm still worried."

"It's okay, we'll go there in a minute." Cheng Che leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Mom will definitely be very happy to see you, let's take Petty to see her."

When we arrived at the hospital, Wen Yiheng was lying on the bed reading a book. Her loose hospital gown made her look a little thin. The French window faced Lake Zurich. In late October, the top of the mountain opposite the lake was covered with snow, and occasionally a few lights flashed, which inexplicably revealed a sense of desolation.

Fortunately, apart from his pale face, Wen Yiheng was in good condition. Paganini's Capriccio was playing in the ward, incense was burning, and there were many snacks and even a bottle of red wine on the bedside table.

"Why are you here?" Wen Yiheng was a little surprised when he saw them.

Wen Song was relieved to see that she was in good condition, and said unhappily, "Tina told me that you were sick and in the hospital. We came to see you, why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?" Wen Yiheng laughed dumbly, "Honey, are you a doctor? I'm not so sick that I need my family to sign a critical illness notice. You're not a doctor and you can't provide any substantial help with my condition. So after I tell you, other than making you worry, is there any benefit?"

"Then you should have told me." Wen Song knew that what Wen Yiheng said made sense, and muttered softly, "At least you should let me know what the disease is, otherwise I would be very worried."

"Schilddrusenkn?tchen, you can have surgery tomorrow to remove it and it will be fine. The operation will not take more than 30 minutes." Wen Yiheng said nonchalantly, "Now you know, you can leave."

"What time will the surgery be tomorrow?" Wen Song asked again and insisted, "I'll accompany you."

"Why are you accompanying me?" Wen Yiheng smiled. "Ilia, there is really no need. The nurses and care workers will take care of me. Su Yu and Audrey will also come. Just go and do your own thing."

Then he said to Cheng Che, "Ah Che, take her away."

Wen Song refused to leave, and sat directly on the sofa and said, "I won't leave. I want to accompany you, otherwise I won't be at ease."

Cheng Che also said, "Mom, let Song Song stay with you, otherwise she will definitely not be at ease. She has nothing to do tomorrow, so just take a rest."

"But I can't rest well with her around." Although Wen Yiheng's tone was complaining, there was also a subtle joy hidden in it. "She snores and grinds her teeth when she sleeps at night. There is only one room here. How can I sleep with her around?"

Wen Song immediately protested, "I don't snore or grind my teeth! If you don't believe me, ask him!"

After saying that, he looked at Cheng Che with an expression asking for help.

Cheng Che also laughed and told the truth: "I don't snore, but I grind my teeth occasionally."

"Never!" Wen Song protested, "Do you have any evidence? If not, it's defamation. I can ask Lawyer Wen to sue you."

"Ignore her." Wen Yiheng smiled and said to Cheng Che, "Teeth grinding does not constitute slander, so it does not constitute defamation. Don't worry, I won't accept such a boring deal."

Wen Song snorted and said to Wen Yiheng, "I'll go home to get some clean clothes and stay with you tonight. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

"I'll go." Cheng Che said softly, "Songsong, you stay with mom. It's a bit cold at night, so don't go out. I'll get you some clothes. I'll buy whatever mom and Songsong want to eat."

"Okay." Wen Song stood up and said, "Then I'll go down with you."

"No need." Cheng Che touched her head and said, "I'll be back soon."

"Both of you should go." Wen Yiheng said a little speechlessly, "Don't show off your affection in front of me. Go, go, Petty stay and accompany me."

"Then I'll go first." Cheng Che smiled and said, "Wife, please stay with mom more."

After Cheng Che left, Wen Song sat on the sofa and stared at Wen Yiheng, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Wen Yiheng had the same idea and advised, "Go back. I feel embarrassed if you are here."

"I won't leave." Wen Song was very stubborn. He took a bag of potato chips and ate them while saying, "You have surgery tomorrow. How can I leave you alone?"

"It's up to you." Wen Yiheng stretched and said, "But you really can't provide me with any help here. Don't eat my potato chips. I only have this one bag left."

"Don't eat junk food when you have surgery tomorrow. I'll ask Cheng Che to buy some later."

Wen Song was not satisfied with the chips herself, so she fed one to Petty. Wen Yiheng was so anxious that he got off the bed and snatched the chips from her hand, "Are you going to die? It can't eat salty food."

Wen Song had nothing to do, so he sat on the sofa by the window, looking at the night view outside the window, and casually chatted with Wen Yiheng, "The scenery here is nice."

"Yes, I specially asked them to arrange the best view for me." Wen Yiheng smiled, "Just treat it as a vacation."

"How did you get it? Why do you suddenly need surgery?" Wen Song sighed, "I told you a long time ago that you are in your fifties, so don't smoke, drink, or stay up late. Look at you now, you're having surgery."

"Professor Iseylia, watch your words, I'm not your student." Wen Yiheng said unhappily, "It's just a minor problem. I've always had schilddrusenkn?tchen, but as I got older, my hormones became disordered, so I needed surgery to remove it. Don't make a fuss, it's just like your grandmother."

"Got it." Wen Song nodded, lay down on the sofa again, and watched TV with Petty in his arms.

After a while, Cheng Che came back. He not only brought some clothes for Wen Song, but also some desserts he made himself. He sat next to Wen Song and said to her, "I wanted to buy kohlrabi for my baby and mom, but the store is closed. I made coconut milk mango sago and milk wolfberry bird's nest. Remember to eat them before going to bed."

"You two should go back!!!" Wen Yiheng felt like a light bulb when he saw their sweet and loving scene. "Ilia, you and Cheng Che should go back together. I can't bear to separate you two."

"It's okay, I'll go back first." Cheng Che quickly stood up and said, "I'll take Petty back first too."

He touched Wen Song's head again and said, "Honey, you stay with mom. I'll be back to stay with you guys as soon as I finish the game tomorrow."

"Then I'll go downstairs with you."

Wen Song said as he left with Cheng Che. When they sent him to the hospital entrance, he turned around, put his arms around his waist, and buried his whole body in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her eyes, and asked softly, "Are you worried about your mother? It's okay, baby. I asked my mother, and thyroid nodules are just a small operation, and there will be no postoperative reactions."

"No..." Wen Song sighed, "I know she's fine, she just deliberately went to the hospital to avoid my grandma. But I still can't leave my mother alone for surgery. Che, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the game tomorrow."

"What's the big deal?" Cheng Che smiled and held her hand. "I wanted to tell you that you don't have to accompany me tomorrow. And I don't really want to go. I just want to go for the points. My left hand is injured, so it will definitely affect my performance."

"You have to go." Wen Song stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "I'll just accompany Lawyer Wen, don't worry."

"Okay, then you have to rest well too." Cheng Che instructed carefully, "You have to eat on time. Otherwise, wife, since you have nothing to do anyway, why don't you get a check-up tomorrow?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head and said, "I'm too lazy to do it."

"Okay..." Cheng Che had no choice but to kiss her again, "Then I'll go first, go to bed early tonight."

"Okay." Wen Song nodded, glanced at Cheng Che's left hand again, and reminded him, "Be careful during the competition tomorrow, and don't use force with your left hand. Remember?"

"Remember, don't worry." Cheng Che kissed her again and said goodbye reluctantly, "I'm really leaving. If anything happens, call me."

"Okay, go ahead, and do your best in tomorrow's competition."