Qingcheng, a two-hour drive from Kyoto.

There was a traffic jam all the way, and Xie Yu arrived at the hospital at about half past eight.

Qingcheng Hospital is on an avenue called Xingfuli.

Interpreter has always found this street name particularly ironic.

Happiness is a hospital where patients with malignant tumors are treated.

Happiness?

!

When he arrived at the hospital, Xie Yu stopped the car and did not rush in, but leaned on the car and smoked a cigarette.

There is WeChat coming in the phone.

It's Lin Wanwan.

- Have you arrived?

Xie Yu thought about it and replied with a um.

- Say hello to me. 【Hug】

Seeing this sentence, Xie Yu felt that the wind on the road was a little strong, and the wind and sand entered her eyes, and she wanted to cry a little.

Taking one last puff of her cigarette, she pressed the cigarette butt to the headlight, then tapped the keyboard and replied - OK, if he could still hear it.

WeChat sent out, Xie Yu shook the shirt on his body, trying to shake off the smell of smoke on his body.

In the hospital, after only half a foot of foot, Xie Yu smelled the strong smell of disinfectant water.

She's going to the thirteenth floor, the medical oncology inpatient unit.

When Xie Yu waited for the elevator, he saw himself in the mirror.

White shirt, high-waisted black thigh pants, high heels, and big blue wavy curls coiled back his head.

The large black-rimmed glasses used for meetings have not yet been removed.

Just enough to cover the dark circles under her eyes.

The elevator came.

She walked in and pressed the thirteenth floor.

The inpatient department of a big hospital is always full of people, and soon Xie Yu was squeezed into the innermost part of the elevator.

That's fine.

She felt the mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrate, and when she took out the phone, it turned out to be Xu Yishi's WeChat.

"Where?"

Today is Wednesday, Xu Yishi is going home today, and he usually won't contact Xie Yu at this time.

Xie Yu frowned.

Reply with a "?"

Without waiting for Xu Yishi to reply, the elevator reached the thirteenth floor.

The interpreter hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd with one sorry on the left and one sorry on the right.

Standing at the end of the corridor on the thirteenth floor, Xie Yu could see the other end of the corridor at a glance.

The corridor with voice-activated lights is not too noisy, so it is dark.

Also, the people who live on this floor are all patients with terminal internal medicine cancer, and at the end of their lives, they are always quiet.

Xie Yu did not go to the ward first, but first went to the service desk to renew the service treatment in Ward 8.

150,000 yuan was charged into the medical card, and I don't know how long it will last.

Soon, Xie Yu's mobile phone received a deduction message from the bank.

One hundred and fifty thousand.

"Miss Xie, are you visiting your boyfriend again?"

Occasionally, the nurse on duty passed by in the corridor, and when she saw Xie Yu, she recognized her and called out happily.

Xie Yu put away his bank card and medical card and nodded.

"How's he doing?"

For patients on this floor, Xie Yu is used to not asking questions with words like "How are you doing?"

After all, can the people who live here be okay?

"It's called Mr. Feng Peilang, right? This is the patient's treatment record last week, you can see, last week's condition was relatively stable, and the time of being awake was about the same as being in a coma. Not entering the ICU is already considered to be in good condition. ”

The nurse gave the interpreter a slip.

At first glance, Xie Yu saw the three words Feng Peilang in the patient's column.

Name: Feng Peilang, age: 25 years old, Condition: Supportive care for advanced gastric cancer

Even if he has read 1,000 or 10,000 such reports, every time he sees the words "Feng Peilang" again, Xie Yu's heart seems to be pierced into thousands of red-hot silver needles.

Ten thousand swords pierce the heart, that's all.

"If you read it, if it's okay, please sign in the guardian column, Miss Xie, you are Mr. Feng's spouse, right, do you need to fill in your name in the spouse column?"

The nurse girl completes the form for the explanation.

asked.

Xie Yu was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Fill it in. ”

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the Cartier diamond ring on his finger.

The heart is like a knife.