"It's me."
Han Naisen's voice was low, interspersed with occasional coughs, and it sounded like it was difficult for him to speak.
"Ah? Didn't you transfer to another school? Why does this number show it's from overseas?" Ning Xixi noticed something was wrong.
Han Naisen gave a bitter smile, "Sister Xixi, I'll tell you all about that later. Is Miaomiao there?"
"She seems to be feeding the cats milk. I'll call her for you." Ning Xixi shouted loudly, "Miaomiao, come take the phone!"
"Coming!" Miaomiao's sweet, soft voice rang out as she dashed down from upstairs, blinking her clear, black and white eyes, "Is it Daddy's call? Did he buy Miaomiao an ice cream cone?"
Han Naisen, on the other end of the line, felt his eyes well up upon hearing her voice.
His small hand covered the position of his left heart.
In the adjacent operating room, doctors and nurses were waiting for him.
Han's mother leaned against Han's father, already crying inconsolably.
