Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 15

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Although Kinn said categorically, Thomas' treatment plan was not finalized in this way, because Porsche had not yet made a statement. As one of the parents, his decision must be considered by the hospital.

Keep going, or stop? Porsche clenched his fingers, feeling a splitting headache. The doctor has already made it clear that if he is not cured, he will die. However, if he chooses the wrong chemotherapy regimen, it will even accelerate Thomas' death. If he is less lucky, he will not even be able to see Thomas' last face. What's more, the inability to allow outsiders to accompany him in the PICU meant that Thomas would leave his and Kinn's protection area, which also increased potential hidden dangers in terms of safety.

This has almost become a dead end, but it is a dead end that he cannot avoid. Does he want to bet, does he dare to bet? Five years was enough time for Porsche to recognize every ounce of cruelty in fate, and if Thomas died because of his decision, Porsche would never forgive himself.

What to do?

Under tremendous psychological pressure, Porsche almost subconsciously turned his gaze to the silent man beside him. He was eager for support, and only when he was bathed in the familiar atmosphere could he start thinking again.

Unexpectedly, Kinn was also looking at him. Those dark pupils seemed to be condensed with a deep sea, and his well-defined face was slightly sideways. He didn't know that he had maintained such a gaze when Porsche was helpless. How long did the posture last? During this infinitely long time, Kinn neither strongly said what to do, nor said what not to do, he just sat quietly, looked at Porsche quietly, and gave him enough time to do something. Making the decision, and then responding immediately when Porsche needs him.

"Follow your heart and don't think about anything else," Kinn said the answer he had already thought up. Hearing this answer, Porsche's pupils shrank, and for a moment, he was completely stunned, one second, one second Minutes, a few minutes passed, and the man whose mind was in a mess suddenly let out a long sigh, as if relieved.

Porsche already had the answer in his heart, but he needed someone to be by his side, and he needed that person to firmly tell him to let go and do it. As long as he knows that he is not alone, Porsche dares to persevere.

The support and companionship he had longed for in countless nights finally turned into reality on this day, in Kinn's rock-like and tender eyes.

Just let him gamble again, for Mile, for Thomas, for Kinn, and for himself, one more gamble.

After signing a series of informed consent forms, Thomas was quickly transferred to the PICU. Porsche and Kinn pushed his bed and couldn't bear to let go. Unfortunately, until the last moment, the sensor door of the PICU was completely closed in front of their eyes. Tommy didn't open his eyes to look at them either.

Porsche stood there, looking at the blue sensor door that was no longer open in front of him, and suddenly felt a burst of indescribable bewilderment, as if the softest piece of meat in his heart had been dug out by life, and the remaining one could not be filled. The big hole on his chest remained in the chest cavity, twitching and twitching, as if there was a warm fire hanging below, although it was not scorching hot, it was always hot, making his heart shiver, and every time it beat, it brought Come faintly sour.

For the first time since Thomas was born, he is truly separated from the little one...

Porsche blinked in disappointment and was surprised to find that there seemed to be sourness stuck in his constricted throat, pouring into the nasal cavity, and gradually climbing up the red and swollen eye sockets.