Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 149

Colin was not convinced.

Bowen knows.

Although they often played together during winter and summer vacations when they were young, their identities were not equal.

Every time they played together, Colin’s parents would pull him aside and tell him to let Bowen play with him, no matter what.

So, they played football, basketball, and even chess together, and Colin let Bowen.

Bowen didn’t let Colin let him, but his inferiority complex, Bowen can’t help him.

After coming and going, Bowen felt that it was boring to play with him, and then he gradually played less with him.

Since everyone is not a class, it is awkward to play together, so let’s play our own way.

Bowen arrived at Mrs. Evert’s ward, and it was nearly eleven o’clock.

Several special nurses changed shifts and did not dare to blink.

Seeing Bowen come, she reported Mrs. Evert’s situation in a low voice: “Today, Madam has a good appetite and ate a

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Bowen went to the bedside, where Mrs. Evert was already asleep.

He sat down by the bed and covered her with the quilt. He looked sideways at the soup bucket on the bedside table and frowned.

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“Yes.” The nurse quickly replied, “Miss Gellar came in the evening and brought soup for Madam, but I didn’t give Madam a bit of oil.”

“Don’t let her in next time.”

The special care was a little embarrassed: “We can’t stop, Gellar FamilySophie who came with her last time will curse…”

Before they could finish speaking, Bowen suddenly glanced back at them, and the special guard immediately fell silent and quietly retreated outside.

Every night Bowen would come and accompany Mrs. Evert personally, and the special care workers would sleep on the sofa in the outer room.

In fact, there are doctors, nurses and intensive care in the hospital, and Bowen can completely not come.

Bowen knew in his heart that his mother would not last long. Although the doctor said it obscurely, Mrs. Evert could not perform surgery now, and conservative treatment was useless to her.

Bowen always felt a deep sense of powerlessness in the face

of death.

But he knew he couldn’t keep all the dying lives.

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He looked at his mother’s gray face, which used to be on dialysis two or three times a week, but now has become daily dialysis.

The blood in the body passes through the machine and back into the body.

This cycle every day, just to make her life in this world a little longer.

Bowen didn’t sleep in the middle of the night again, a little sleepy, and the sky was pale.

When she woke up, Mrs. Evert also woke up early.

She has no energy, her breath is like a gossamer, and her lips are dark purple.

Bowen said in his usual tone that he would accompany her after breakfast before leaving.

Mrs. Evert took Bowen’s hand and squeezed it hard.

Bowen was about to get up and twist a hot towel to wipe Mrs. Evert’s face, when she suddenly said, “Bowen, do you hate Mom?”

Bowen’s back was stiff, and Mrs. Evert’s voice was weak, but her tone was still firm and tough. She said, “Whether you hate me or not, I don’t regret doing that. If I were given another chance to choose, I would still do it!”

Bowen still didn’t speak, but his fingers were already cold in

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Mrs. Evert’s palm.

After a while, he turned back and called for special care: “Get some water to wash my mother’s face.”

Then, he pulled out his hand and patted Mrs. Evert’s shoulder: “Mom, I’m going to make a phone call.”

Mrs. Evert watched him walk out of the ward and closed her eyes feebly.