Zhang Hanqing turned his back to the bookcase and heard a muffled sound behind him.

Yizhen fell off the stool and lay motionless on the ground.

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Another gasp. Yizhen watched the needle pull out, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Last time it was the left lung, this time it's the right lung. Yizhen raised his eyes to look at Zhang Huanqing, and his eyes went out. "Am I going to be useless in the future? Actually, I woke up a little unwell this morning. ”

"I told you earlier, the recurrence rate of pneumothorax is not low. You already had an injury to your lungs, but now it's a spontaneous pneumothorax-" Zhang Huanqing was stunned, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"So what? ”

"I quit my night job. Don't exercise vigorously, try to minimize the chance of getting sick, and slowly build up your physique, maybe it won't find you in the future. Or, surgery. ”

Yizhen laughed, and after laughing, there was silence for a while, and then he shook his head after silence.

"It's not curable. Die and die. I must find out what happened back then. ”

"You're crazy. Zhang Hanqing glared at her, "It's all this time, what is more important than the body?"

"What's the use of having such a body? Yizhen shook his head. "You asked me to quit my job, why don't you stand and talk like that without backache? I can't find any job in Jiangyu right now. ”

"Why?" Zhang Hanqing looked at her solemn face and reacted suddenly: "Is it because of your ex-husband?

Yizhen just didn't speak, the hospitalization was too expensive, and he was discharged in the afternoon. Zhang Hanqing came to the hospital again at night, and the people were gone. He really had never seen a patient so irresponsible to him, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Yizhen lay in bed in the afternoon, wondering whether she should sell the ring that Yiweiran left her. But it was soon vetoed again.

There's always something to do. Can't let the chain break in her generation, there has to be something left.

When I think of inheritance, I think of Bai Xin. I don't know if he's at home or abroad.

Fu Yuanyuan called and said that Yan Wanliang had come to Italy, and she couldn't leave temporarily, and Shen Changbai was even more tripped in the laboratory.

Fu Yuanyuan weighed the situation on the other side. Yizhen naturally wanted to dispel her concerns and tell her that she didn't have to come back.

Recently, Liang Xi called, and she reported her safety. Could it be that at this time, I called her to ask her to borrow money? So he decided not to fight, maybe this disease is not as terrible as Zhang Hanqing said.

Zhang Hanqing brought some vitamin tablets, fresh melons and fruits, as well as medicines.

"Cephalosporin antimicrobials prevent infection of the pleural space. Aminophylline and compound methoxamine are used to relieve bronchial spasms and relieve dyspnea. Levofloxacin is used to prevent infection. Zhang Hanqing did not tire of the details and counted them one by one.

"Thank you. It's true. Yizhen smiled: "Otherwise, I really don't know what to do." ”

"You relax, don't be in a hurry. Slowly it will not recur. Zhang Huanqing comforted her.

"But what's next?"

"Don't look for it, it's a worry. Leave this to me. ”

"But-" Yizhen's face changed slightly, "Then I don't owe you a big favor?"

"What kind of favor is this, I am a doctor, and it is my duty to save lives and help the wounded. What's more, the events of the year are inseparable from our family, so I should give you an explanation. ”

"Thank you. "It's true.

Zhang Hanqing felt inexplicably not a taste in her heart, but seemed to be pity. This is not a good thing, a man's love for a woman is first and foremost mercy.

Although he desperately wants to help her, he is also afraid of the secret behind her. His instincts told him not to have too much to do with people like her. He also has a family behind him, as well as his parents.

The affairs in the hospital are quite busy, not to mention the fact that I have to check the events of the year. Zhang Huanqing was relieved before leaving, and he really wanted to recuperate. Yizhen was also lucky, but in the next two weeks, he relapsed three times.

Yizhen's mentality has changed, and he breathes carefully, and his suspicions have recurred. Otherwise, go for surgery. Only surgery is the only way to cure it completely.

An impulse strikes. Yizhen went to the hospital for consultation, saw a thoracic patient in the hallway, and followed the man to the ward.

A foul smell hits your face, and a hell's workshop spreads out right in front of you. The patients were like knives on the board, with all kinds of tubes stuck in their bodies, and their moans of pain were long, piercing her ears. What I didn't expect was that one day I would become one of them.

I can't take a shower after surgery, and everything will smell. But if she really undergoes surgery, who will take care of her? The more familiar people are, the less they can trouble others and make others hate them for nothing. Could it be that she went to ask the family members in the next bed? It was not appropriate to ask anyone.

Yizhen completely dismissed the idea of surgery after consulting a patient. It turned out that there would be a recurrence after surgery, and this was her third operation.

"My last surgery was very difficult, my right lung recurred, compressed by more than 90 percent. The doctor recommended immediate surgery, but the surgery faced lung re-recruitment, but if you don't do it, you will die. My dad couldn't make up his mind, so he actually came to me and asked me, and I was scared and cried at the time. After surgery, there was a problem of lung re-recruitment, and within two months, it recurred. The patient said.

Yizhen's legs went weak when he heard it, as if he had been woken up by a nightmare. Why? She went downstairs step by step, why did she get this disease? If the surgery still recurred, then what was the operation for? And even if she had to have surgery, would she have to sign the surgery agreement alone? What if she died on the operating table?

was completely frightened and stupid, Yizhen's mind went blank, and he returned home in a daze, and another spicy hatred jumped up.

She spread out the paper and wrote a suicide note, denouncing the sins of the night embers. She became like this because of his unkindness, and she almost hated him to death. It was he who deprived her of hope of living. Death also has to let him know that he killed himself, and he can't let him get better for the rest of his life.

Yizhen lay on the bed, crying in despair. The bean sprouts rubbed against her face and meowed, as if they knew that she would not live long. The more Yizhen cried, the more desperate she became, she was tired of crying and slept until dark, and when she woke up, the bean sprouts fell asleep in the crook of her arm, not big or small, and her belly was snoring and undulating.

Yizhen went to the kitchen with his slippers and cooked a bowl of green vegetable noodles. It may be due to the tear glands, and tears came out halfway through the noodles.

I'm supposed to be scared to death. Yizhen wiped away her tears, and she seemed to be more afraid of surgery than death.

Death is sudden, but if the operation is not done well, it is a living sacrifice, and there is no one to see him off. After a long and cold ritual of death, the heavy news of death echoed like a late bell. In the garden, in the sky above the eaves.

On this day, the wind was beautiful, and a man died silently. It was an ordinary day for Yu Puzhong. The shop was silent all day. All sorts of shoes step on the yellow leaves that accumulate on the streets. The sky was as dark as the underground, and the day was over. No one will remember her again.