Don't think of rebirth.

Fan Yicheng woke up from a light sleep. Before the operation, he chose a pain pump based on the doctor's advice.

So even though the effect of the anesthesia had worn off, he didn't feel much pain.

The grandfather who was accompanying him in the bed saw him wake up, pressed the call bell, and asked the doctor and nurse to come and check on Fan Yicheng's condition.

After the routine monitoring, the doctor determined that Fan Yicheng was not seriously injured. He only said that he could try to move his limbs in bed and to call for help if anything happened, and then left the ward.

"Dad," Fan Yicheng's tone was still a little weak, "You can go back to the hotel to rest. Just let the nurse stay with you."

The operation was scheduled early, and because the two elderly people were old and woke up early, they were able to accompany the patient into the operating room.

But after guarding for so long, she was indeed a little tired, so Fan Ziran's grandma went back to the hotel to rest.

Grandpa nodded slightly when he heard this, but he did not follow Fan Yicheng's words and left. Instead, he said earnestly: "Yicheng, we know that when Chuqing left, you took care of Xiaoran alone and suffered a lot."

"But, no matter what, you and Xiaoran are still father and son, so you have to talk it out."

Grandpa suddenly mentioned this, and Fan Yicheng was obviously a little overwhelmed: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Grandpa sighed heavily: "Xiao Ran told us everything. You didn't even tell Xiao Ran about such a big thing as the surgery. Do you know how sad Xiao Ran was at home?"

The corner of Fan Yicheng's mouth twitched. Good, he understood. Fan Ziran had complained to his grandparents!

He didn't tell Fan Ziran that it was indeed Fan Yicheng's idea, and he also kept it secret from his grandparents. He only told them that he had comforted Fan Ziran and that Fan Ziran had a school activity.

Grandpa frowned and muttered, "Your mother and I said privately that even if this operation really had no risks, Xiaoran didn't even call last night, which was really a bit unreasonable - after all, we wronged Xiaoran."

Fan Yicheng had to apologize humbly: "It's my fault, I just thought he was looking forward to the school activities, and this operation is not serious..."

"Then you should at least tell us, so that we can tell Xiaoran after the operation!" said Grandpa.

Fan Yicheng suspected that if his grandfather was holding a cane at this moment, a hole would have been poked in the tile floor of the ward.

After all, he had just finished a major operation and was still a little weak. While saying these few words, he felt even more tired.

Seeing him like this, grandpa said nothing more, but stood up and left the single ward: "Okay, you have a good rest, the nurse will be here soon, I will go back to the hotel to rest first."

Fan Yicheng hummed, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

This time he slept longer and more deeply, and even had a dream.

Perhaps because of what his grandfather had just said, Fan Yicheng dreamed of Fan Ziran.

He dreamed that he pushed open the door and saw the young Fan Ziran sitting on the floor with his back to him, crying at the top of his lungs, with devilish noises filling his ears.

Life was really tough at that time, so he found two nannies to take turns taking care of Fan Ziran.

But Fan Ziran just liked to cry and didn't sleep well. After a busy day at the company, he had to listen to such loud crying, which really exhausted him physically and mentally.

Coupled with the pain brought by his wife's death, he really doubted from time to time whether this world was real.

Could it be fake? Is there a world where his wife is still alive and he lives happily with his wife and son?

What should I do to go to that world?

Everyone thought he was an outstanding young entrepreneur with nerves and willpower of steel. Only Fan Yicheng knew how fragile he was during that period.

How did he come out of that period of depression?

Is it because Fan Ziran would hold his fingers with her little hands when she sleeps?

Or was it because no matter how hard Fan Ziran cried, she would stop crying as long as he approached?

I don’t remember, but the child grew up day by day.

In the dream, too, Fan Ziran, who was originally howling, stopped crying after hearing the sound of him pushing open the door.

The moment of turning around seemed extremely long in the dream, long enough to turn the tiny baby into a sturdy teenager.

He stood in front of him, tears still on his face. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back his tears, but tears as big as beans still rolled down from his eyes.

"What do you mean it's okay? You're still okay even in this state! Why should I go back home? You have no home where I am!"

Fan Yicheng still remembered these words clearly, and he had no idea how to respond.

Wang Jiaan's words also caused quite a shock to Fan Yicheng.

But now, more than ten years have passed, what else can he do?

In his dream, he said to Fan Ziran, who was crying non-stop, in a rare timid voice: "I will be fine..."

How could something happen to him? He hadn't seen Fan Ziran grow up, hadn't seen him enter university, hadn't seen him finish his studies and enter society...

He would not be willing to die without seeing the "future" that has not yet been seen.

Fan Yicheng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Fan Ziran in the dream and pat his back, but just as he was about to touch him, he suddenly woke up.

Because it was a single room, Fan Yicheng did not have to accommodate other patients and could turn off the lights directly, but the light from the corridor could still shine in through the glass on the ward door.

His mind was still immersed in the dream just now, and his consciousness was not very clear, but the stiffness of his limbs soon made him recover.

He struggled to find the railing beside the bed, tried to hold it and then let it go. He wanted to move his limbs, but suddenly he heard a voice: "What are you doing? Don't knock the IV off."

Fan Yicheng recognized the voice and was startled: "Why are you here?"

Fan Ziran turned on the light with a snap, put his hands on his hips, and said confidently: "Grandma and Grandpa can come, why can't I come?"

After he finished talking with Gu Qinghuan and agreed on a plan, he quickly bought a ticket and rushed to the hospital where Fan Yicheng was, and started accompanying him.

Of course, he can't do the work of a caregiver, so it's more reassuring to leave these things to professionals.

However, just by seeing Fan Yicheng sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, Fan naturally felt at peace in his heart.

Although Fan Yicheng's face was a little pale, he was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed, emitting a smell of medicine, and the "beeping" sound of the instrument sounded out of place.

But Fan Yicheng was here, appearing right before his eyes.

After feeling relieved, Fan Ziran quickly cheered himself up and prepared to settle accounts with Fan Yicheng.

Fan Ziran has already complained to his grandparents about the crime of "knowing about the matter but not reporting it".

No matter how Fan Yicheng will explain it after finding out, at least Fan Ziran has already brought his grandparents to his side!

Fan Ziran calmed himself down, and seeing that Fan Yicheng didn't respond, he continued to use his big move: "I asked the doctor, you have to stay in the hospital for at least a week."

"So, I'm going to take a leave starting next week! I don't need to worry about school for now, I want to be here to accompany you!"