None of his friends who drank and meat would donate more than a hundred dollars to him.

His wife would look at him coldly, and she would not come to see him until he died in the hospital.

After all, who would be a normal person to take care of a husband who beats him every day, unless she is cheap.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that it is a death without dignity.

"Doctor Di, you must save me, I know, you must have a way," he held out his hands, trying to grab me.

I instinctively leaned back and said to him, "It's not difficult to save you, but you have to save yourself." ”

"Doctor Di, you said, as long as you can save me, I will promise you anything," Ren Qiang leaned forward almost pleadingly, and pressed his liver area against my desk, his cloudy eyes full of light.

"Arrange your home in the next few days and prepare for hospitalization," I didn't lift my head, and directly prescribed him some necessary examinations.

Ren Qiang's face showed a puzzled expression, accompanied by caution, and said, "Doctor Di, I understand everything you said, I want to invite you to my house for dinner tonight." ”

"Just leave me alone?" I looked at him with a smirk.

He immediately understood, and hurriedly added: "There is also Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang will also go with him." ”

I thought about it for a while, but nodded: "Mr. Ren, you don't have to worry too much, although the examination report is clear that it is liver cancer, but with my years of experience, the condition is still in the middle stage, and there is still room for maneuver." ”

Ren Qiang's face was finally slightly relieved.

With the checklist I gave him, he went out with a thousand thanks.

When it was time to get off work, I just walked out of the door of the consultation room and saw him sitting outside the door of the consultation room, on a bench in the corridor, holding a stack of examination reports in his hand.

When he saw me come out, he immediately greeted me and said to me, "Doctor Di, Mr. Wang is waiting for you outside." ”

I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart, and motioned for him to lead the way.

Out of the side door of the hospital, I saw Wang Cheng's car from a distance and stopped across the road.

Behind his Jetta, there was also a blue-plate taxi parked, presumably Ren Qiang's.

We crossed the road, one behind the other, and got into our respective cars.

Ren Qiang drove away first, and we followed.

It didn't take long to get to the bottom of the old unit.

Ren Qiang quickly parked the car, jumped out of the car, and ran over to open the door for me very attentively.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw at a glance that the gray quartz sand wall was sprayed with a big red lettering.

Nowadays in Tianxin City, such an old community is rare.

The city is in full swing for iterative renewal, and it will not be long before the good news of demolition will be ushered in.

Ren Qiang's home is on the third floor, a three-bedroom apartment of eighty or ninety square meters.

Due to its age, it looks a little messy, and a family of four lives in it, but it doesn't look crowded.

As soon as she entered the house, Zhou Yunyun greeted her warmly.

The old wounds on her face had completely dissipated, and her haggard face seemed to have improved slightly.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, or what's wrong, I always feel that Zhou Yunyun is a different person, and the smile on her face seems to be heartfelt than the first two times I saw her.

Her husband's illness may stop her from being treated violently, but the upcoming high medical bills are also a shackle for the family to be overwhelmed.

In any way, the burden on her shoulders is not too easy.

I also saw Zhou Yunyun's mother in a wheelchair.

This is an old man with gray hair and a kind face, although he sits in a wheelchair all the year round, his body is very neat and clean, and there is no unpleasant odor.

Zhou Yunyun enthusiastically served tea to me and Wang Cheng, and then went to the kitchen to work.

Ren Qiang sat stiffly on the sofa, holding a large teacup commonly used by rental masters, accompanying me and Wang Cheng, chatting without a word.

As I talked, I felt like smoke was coming out of my throat.

I picked up the cup on the coffee table, and the tea that Zhou Yunyun brewed for me brought to my mouth.

I was about to moisten my throat, but I suddenly smelled a faint breath from the tea.

This smell is very familiar, and it is not very difficult for me to confirm that I grew up in a Chinese medicine shop.

This is the unique aromatic smell of Chinese herbal medicine, which is it?