Chapter 1156: Chapter 1157: Let Him Leave the Team Chapter 1156: Chapter 1157: Let Him Leave the Team âWhat about Little?â Old Meng asked anxiously without thinking.
Having Chiang Xiao here at this time was much better than calling an ambulance.
Meng Xinian carried Meng Chaojun out while saying, âShe went to school, she has an exam today.â
Old Meng wanted to say, is an exam more important than your fatherâs health?
But the words reached his lips and then he swallowed them back.
It wasnât her father, it was someone who wanted to arrange her for someone else, what did it have to do with Chiang Xiao?
If it were said that he was Xinianâs father, she might find it even more ridiculous. If they denied her relationship with Meng Xinian, why bring up such a point?
He now truly realized, they were indeed those kinds of people who, as daughters, still wanted to keep up appearances!
Although it sounded unpleasant, it was the truth.
Meng Xinian helped Meng Chaojun into the ambulance.
Duan Qingqing, wiping her tears, said, âWhen I found Chao Jun had fainted, I could only knock on Xinianâs door. Fortunately, he hadnât gone early to school with Chiang Xiao today. Dad, with Chao Jun in this condition, can we manage without someone at home? Iâm not strong enough, and your health isnât good either; if something really happened, what would we do?â
âWhat would we do!â Old Meng replied irritably.
âI think, maybe let Xinian retire from the Alliance Guard Squad,â Qingie blurted out.
A surge of anger boiled inside Old Meng.
Xinian was now only twenty-three and had already become an Officer. On the long journey as Supervisor Guard, he was progressing quickly and capably, and though it was tough, he loved it.
Asking him to step down now, what would he do?
If he stepped down now, what could he do in the future?
Now his father had also stepped down. Did he expect him to end up like Meng Sheng, working as a minor security officer in a small public security office?
A distinguished Supervisor Guard elite!
âDonât just stand here jabbering! Get on the vehicle!â Old Meng bellowed at her furiously.
He quickly changed his clothes then asked a security officer to drive him to the hospital.
In the hospital room, Meng Chaojun lay on the bed looking dejected, receiving an infusion. The two large bottles of potion hanging from the IV stand, and the drops dripping down, filled the air with a suffocating heaviness.
Meng Xinian was whispering something to the doctor.
Qingie sat by the bed, occasionally glancing towards Meng Xinian and the doctor, but she couldnât hear what they were saying.
âOfficer Meng, I recommend we start chemotherapy soon. The growth in Alliance Officer Mengâs brain is accelerating, and if we donât start chemotherapy soon to inhibit its growth, the consequences are unimaginable.â
âWhat are the chances of success with chemotherapy?â Meng Xinian asked.
The doctor paused.
âUnder these conditions, itâs impossible to guarantee the chances. But if we donât treat it, thereâs absolutely no chance at all.â
Chance, what chance, of course, it was the chance to keep living.
âThen letâs prepare for chemotherapy.â
âNo, no!â
Old Meng hurriedly cut in.
Meng Xinian and the doctor both looked at him.
âGrandpa, did you hear that? If we donât go through with chemotherapy, weâre just waiting to die.â
Old Mengâs frame shook, but he immediately shook his head and said solemnly, âWe canât do chemotherapy, once we start, we canât keep it a secret anymore!â He grabbed Meng Xinian and told the doctor, âPlease keep this confidential, we need to discuss it further.â
The doctor, looking somewhat troubled, glanced at Meng Xinian, waited for his slight nod, and then left.
Old Meng, holding onto Meng Xinian, his eyes slightly red.
âXinian, I know Little has a way, could we, I go beg her, ask her toâŠâ