After I became a stand-in, I made the male protagonist cry[MTL]

Chapter 49

　　"You think very clearly." Qiao Bai looked at the young man who was reading on the bed for a long time before retracting his gaze. He picked up a large shrimp and looked at it over and over again, as if he was looking at something through the round hole of the shrimp. After a while, he smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, in a voice so low that only he could hear it, "No wonder you are the male protagonist."

　　"What did you say?"

　　"Nothing, I'm almost done with the shrimp, do you want to eat it or not?!"

　　"Eat it yourself."

　　"cut."

　　...

　　Never assume that your thoughts are the other person's thoughts, and don't do something that hurts the other person in the name of being good to the other person. Before you are sure of the other person's attitude, the only thing you need to do is wait.

　　Wen Heng stretched and looked out the window, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.

　　It was as if he could predict what would happen in the future. The sun that was just shining brightly was now tightly wrapped by dark clouds, making people feel a little breathless just by looking at it.

　　The mother and son who had just got into the car heard their phones ring almost at the same time. They looked at each other, the car started, and it did a drift and disappeared in front of the hospital gate.

　　"What's the situation now?" Qu Mubai hurried to the operating room, panting, his eyes full of worry as he looked towards the operating room.

　　"We don't know yet, it's a sudden cerebral hemorrhage..." Qu's father didn't say the rest, but everyone present knew that the old man's condition was very serious, and it was unlikely that he would be able to get off the operating table safely.

　　Uncle Qu has not been contacted yet. Qu's father, who had not had time to go to the company, was standing at the door of the operating room with a frown on his face, like a nail. Qu Mubai leaned against the wall beside him, and like his father, he quietly waited for the end of the operation.

　　However, things are not always as we wish.

　　The green light that originally symbolized hope did not light up as everyone had hoped. Looking at the light on the operating room door that was completely extinguished, the last glimmer of fire in Qu's father's eyes was also completely extinguished. As if he suddenly lost all his strength, his legs suddenly went limp as he was walking towards the operating room. If Qu Mubai had not supported him in time, he might have knelt down in front of the operating room.

　　"My condolences..."

　　The doctor sighed, but the situation was already beyond repair, and the survivors still had to calm down and face what was to come.

　　Looking at his uncle who had just hurried over, Qu Mubai pursed his lips, supported his father, stood aside in silence, and occasionally looked towards the end of the corridor, his eyes still so unbelievable.

　　The old man's sudden death made everyone busy and anxious. Qu Mubai, who had been dealing with the funeral, sent away the last guest who came to pay his respects tonight. Only then could he sit down and take a breath. Lu Zhiming, who was waiting at the side, handed him the backpack on his back.

　　"I'm afraid you won't be able to go home for a long time, so I put a few new clothes in here." He took out a bag and handed it to Qu Mubai. "There are some simple medical supplies in here, such as eye drops, plasters, etc. You can use them when you have time. Don't ruin your body."