When he returned home, his parents were sitting in the living room waiting for him, and Wu Guifang's eyes were red, as if he had cried. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Song Shixian sat with a cigarette butt in his mouth, without saying a word.

Song Baojun was taken aback, dropped his travel bag and hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Wu Guifang said in a low voice: "Your aunt may not be able to survive this level." ”

"What's wrong with Auntie?"

Under Song Baojun's careful interrogation, Wu Guifang slowly explained the reason.

More than half a year ago, my aunt Wu Qiufang accidentally felt sick to her stomach and didn't take it to heart. She skips breakfast all year round in order to save money, and her stomach ache is not a matter of one or two days. When her ex-husband was idle, and her daughter was still studying and growing up, what could she do with her salary of one or two thousand yuan a month?

Soon after, Wu Qiufang gradually felt that her abdomen was distended, her appetite was reduced, she was emaciated, and she was tired, and she said that she had worked too hard recently, and she didn't think deeply. It wasn't until she had nausea, vomiting, and a few episodes of blood in her stool that she felt serious.

I had to take time out to go to the hospital for a check-up, and the results made Wu Qiufang spin around, and under the torture of long-term hardship and bad habits, she suffered from stomach cancer.

At that time, the results of the examination were early symptoms, and there was still a chance to save it, but Wu Qiufang had no choice but to miss it. At that time, the Xiangjing Huayao Cancer Relief Foundation knew the news and came to the door and offered to provide funds for her free treatment.

Huayao Cancer Relief Foundation has cooperative relations with hospitals of all sizes in the city to share information and information, but whenever a patient is diagnosed with cancer, they will take the initiative to contact and help, regardless of any return.

It's a pity that when Wu Qiufang heard the word "free", she still thought she was a liar, and she refused to accept the Foundation's rescue when she said anything.

It doesn't matter if you refuse someone's kindness, but your family can't afford to pay for treatment. Wu Qiufang once told her husband Han Weiwu about this, but Han Weiwu disdained it, saying that it was just a minor illness, and it was good to recuperate, and continue to drink and dance.

In this case, Wu Qiufang didn't dare to ask her sister Wu Guifang for help, after all, her sister and brother-in-law were very opposed to her marriage to Han Weiwu.

So she dragged it out, dragged it to the back, the cancer cells spread to the whole body, and the divorce agreement with Han Weiwu finally broke her, and her condition deteriorated sharply. Wu Qiufang couldn't support it anymore, and fell on the hospital bed, falling into a continuous coma. Yesterday afternoon, the doctor issued a critical illness notice.

The last time Song Shixian and his wife went to visit their sister, they also knew about the situation, but at that time she was not critical, so she didn't tell the two children in the family.

Speaking of this, Wu Guifang wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "It's all because I've been working overtime, working overtime, and I haven't been able to see your aunt properly." Now everyone is almost gone, it was all Han Weiwu who was killed that day, if she was willing to listen to me and not marry to Xiangjing, there would be no such bad thing. ”

Wu Guifang chattered non-stop, and Song Shixian smoked a stuffy cigarette next to him and said: "Ah Jun, your mother and I have asked for leave from the unit, and I asked you to go to Xiangjing together to see your aunt at the last time." She doesn't have any relatives other than our family, in case that ...... I have to deal with the aftermath too. Tongtong is still in high school, and her studies are important, so we won't call her anymore, so as not to be distracted. ”

Song Baojun nodded: "Naturally, I want to go and see." ”

discussed with his father, and took advantage of Wu Guifang's luggage to order three high-speed rail tickets from Chazhou to Xiangjing online.

Mainly bring cash, all kinds of documents and a change of clothes, and don't need much luggage. However, Wu Guifang kept rummaging around, and for a while she found deer antler ginseng wine and said that she would bring it to her aunt to nourish her body, and for a while she turned out the donkey glue and said that she would replenish her qi and blood. Song Shixian couldn't dissuade her, so she had to pack it up and fill three bags full of things.

Song Baojun had never been on a train before, and it felt very novel to enter the high-speed rail carriage, and when he saw his parents' heavy faces, he still suppressed his emotions. The carriage is clean, tidy and bright, and the stockings and thighs of the beautiful flight attendants are unbelievable.

Along the way, I recalled my aunt's previous deeds with my mother, most of the time it was Wu Guifang who was talking, and the father and son were listening. Song Shixian occasionally corrected mistakes in Wu Guifang's memories.

The family of three also had a lunch in the car, the meal was hearty, with meat, vegetables and soup, but everyone had little appetite.

Out of the security check office of the station, Song Baojun, who went out for the first time, began to appreciate the prosperity of Xiangjing.

One of the world's most prosperous metropolises is located on the banks of the Xiangjiang River, known as the "twin stars of Asia" along with Zhonghai City, with a population of 28 million, and has maintained a state of ultra-high-speed development for nearly 40 years since the reform and opening up in 1978, without any stagnation.

The hard work of the people of Xiangjing led to the accumulation of wealth, and Xiangjing began to expand rapidly. Especially in the last two decades, the city has become wider and wider, and the edges have become larger and larger, from the third ring road to the fifth ring road to the thirteenth ring road...... Gradually, it is connected with the surrounding Swift City, Xianhe City, and Longmian City.

In 2014, with the completion of the construction of the subway network between the four cities, it marked the complete formation of a huge and astonishing "Xiangjing Super Metropolitan Area", with a total population of more than 50 million. It is known as one of the five world-class cities along with New York in the United States, London in the United Kingdom, Tokyo in Japan and China Shipping.

Xiangjing is not only the center of culture, economy, education and transportation, but also the world's popular fashion industry. Every first-time visitor to Xiangjing will be shocked by its prosperity, and even feel that "this is the capital of Asia".

Song Baojun's family of three walked out of the station with their luggage, only to see a blonde foreigner in ragged clothes holding a broken bowl, and had just written in Chinese and English in the open space at the door with chalk "Ask the uncle to give him five yuan for the journey back to the UK", and was kicked away by the station security guard.

Since 2013, the Crab Committee launched the "Special Rectification Work for Three Non-Foreigners", and the number of foreigners living on the streets has increased day by day.

The beggar was actually an idle Englishman, who could not find a job in his hometown, so he came to Xiangjing to cheat, and was beaten by the Crab Committee and reduced to the point of begging on the streets. I went to eat, drink and have fun when I got one or two hundred yuan a day, and I had no idea of returning to China.

Song Baojun and his parents didn't have much to enjoy the scenery, so they stopped a taxi and rushed directly to Renai Hospital on Cangwu Road in Niuti District.

This is a large first-class hospital, and the facilities are all good, including a fan-shaped complex of 15 buildings -- originally there were only 14 buildings, but one day the patient's family suddenly raised a sign protesting that the hospital had deliberately built 14 buildings.14 The homonym "to die" is to curse them to die early? The hospital had no choice but to build another building.

There is a large green area in the middle, and behind it is a 38-storey inpatient building.

The hall is spacious and bright, the floor is clean and tidy, the tall glass dome is as beautiful and generous as a hotel, and the electronic touch screen, information desk, and consultation office are all in place. Song Baojun found the main station and asked in detail about the hospitalization of his aunt, and took his parents straight to the inpatient department.

Wu Qiufang lives in the oncology department on the twentieth floor, and along the way, the walls are covered with posters of healthy living guides and profiles of various departments. From time to time, the elevator drilled into one or two sick-looking patients with bandages on their heads, and everywhere was filled with the mixed smell of 84 disinfectant and penicillin.

Although the patients who are gradually recovering gather in twos and threes to talk and laugh, they are always pessimistic in this environment.

The corridor on the twentieth floor is quiet, some family members who care for patients lean on benches and take a nap, some quietly squat in the corner and play with their mobile phones, and occasionally nurses push a cart and hurry by, no one wants to talk.

Suddenly a voice in my head said, "I don't like the hospital at all, and it reminds me of the past that I don't want to remember." "It's the literary personality that speaks.

The lewd personality replied, "That's because you're a wretched fellow." ”

My dad died in the hospital, and I smelled enough of it during that time, and I couldn't calm down for a second! If I didn't have a hand, I would have beaten you up!"

"Come on, come on, I'm afraid you're not a good man. ”

The violent personality suddenly squeezed in and spoke: "! I'll accompany you if you want to fight!" Just drive you all out of the main space, and I'm in charge here. ”

The philosopher's personality said: "Don't quarrel, birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of the universe, nothing can be avoided, not changed by human will, even if the universe itself will die one day." ”

The lewd personality said: "I'll just say, the more you learn physics, the more you don't care about death." ”

"Yes, compared to the vastness of the universe, anyone is just a speck of dust, and a long life is just a fleeting breath. No one cares if the dust disappears or exists, and it doesn't care about itself. ”

Several of the other personalities listened to the philosophical words and slowly fell silent.

The family of three turned two corners to find Ward 2056, where Wu Qiufang was.

The doorway opened, and there were two beds on the left and right, and the beds were covered with crisp white sheets. The opposite window opened only a slit, and the breeze was gentle and the curtains fluttered. The afternoon sun shines through the white transparent glass on the floor, dappling the light and shadow. On the windowsill is a pot of cactus, in a small plastic pot, trying to grow upward.

The other bed was empty, and on the left slept an overly emaciated woman, whose face was hidden in her long, tousled yellow hair. The oxygen tube in the nostrils is connected to the liquid oxygen bottle at the head of the bed through a long hose. There is a monitoring electrocardiogram on the side, and the electrocardiogram waves are volting together, beating slowly, but I am afraid that it will return to a straight line at some point.

At the head of the bed lay a little girl of eleven or twelve, as if she had fallen asleep. The little girl was thin-shouldered, wearing a loose sportswear-style blue and red school uniform, and her long hair was black and shiny, like a cloud. Her shoulders twitched, as if she had fallen into a sad dream.

Song Baojun's family of three put down their luggage, and Wu Guifang leaned over to the bed and called softly: "Qiu Fang, Qiu Fang." ”

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Transition two chapters, everyone, be patient, there will be a breaking plot soon.

~(To be continued.) )