Ning'an took a closer look and saw that they were all diamonds from Hengyuan. The designs were very exquisite and unique. They were very different from the jewelry on the market, even unique.

Just like that necklace, the pendant is a delicate rose flower. There is a small mechanism on the petals that can be opened and closed. With a slight press, there is an even smaller rose inside.

Ning'an was surprised by this exquisite overlapping design.

The jewelry is all from Hengyuan, and the box has Hengyuan's logo on it.

But Little Candy is still a child, so why give her such an expensive gift? Apart from issuing cards, there is nothing else... Little Candy can't wear it at all.

Ning An rummaged through it again, and then discovered that there was a pink note under the handbag.

Above is a blessing written in English. The last sentence of the blessing is: Christmas gift for those aged five to eighteen, Merry Christmas.

Ning An's hands trembled slightly.

There was no light in the corridor, but she kept looking at these words in a daze.

From five to eighteen years old...

No wonder...

The signature is not Song Shaoyan's name, but a line of small words: A person who loves you.

At this moment, Ning An felt as if his heart had been hit by a stone, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

The blood flowed rapidly through her limbs and bones. She froze on the spot, her hands trembling slightly.

Slowly, she lowered her arms, her eyes filled with confusion.

She didn't know how long it had passed before she heard the dull ringing of bells from a distant church, and fireworks rising into the sky, turning the night into day.

Ning An raised his head and looked out of the small window in the corridor. Fireworks set off the white snow, and tranquility and excitement coexisted.

Ning'an knew that Christmas was coming.

She knelt down, took out Song Shaoyan's gifts from her handbag, and placed them one by one in the Christmas stocking.

After all these things were done, she entered the house.

Little Candy had gone to bed long ago, but she was not sleepy. After changing her clothes, she stood on the balcony of the bedroom and silently looked at the outside world.

…

Christmas, hospital ward.

Song Shaoyan was drunk. After taking the medicine, he felt very low energy. He leaned on the bedside and talked on the phone with someone, his eyes distant and indifferent, and the shallow sunlight shone in from the window.

It is a sunny weather today.

"Well... the bullet was taken out, nothing serious." Song Shaoyan opened and closed his thin lips with a lazy expression.

"Mr. Song, have you considered it carefully? Do you really want to give up the surgery?" There was an American man on the other end. "I have studied the radiographs of your legs carefully for many days, and also cooperated with several experts in this field. Everyone said

, you can have surgery.”

"Dr. Edward, I have thought clearly and give up the operation."

"Mr. Song, you should be brave. We will formulate a strict plan for you and strive to minimize failure."

"The minimum value...that means there is still failure." Song Shaoyan said calmly, "You also told me the consequences of failure. It may cause me to lose all feeling in my legs, and even curl up and straighten them.

If you can't do simple actions, you will be even worse than you are now."

"But if you succeed, you can be like a normal person."

"The probability is not high, is it?"

"You are a strange patient. The patients I know will not give up treatment as long as there is a glimmer of hope. They will even try all kinds of methods. But you are different. You are actually afraid of failure."

"I have no fear, and I am not afraid."
Chapter completed!