(488) Fate is full of death

Yan Shaocheng glanced at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His face was serious and he saw the operating room again, the light on the door was on.

"Hurry up and come to the Bo'ai Hospital." Yan Shaocheng's face was serious, and his eyes were staring at the operating room in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xiangwei didn't quite understand, didn't he say that Qiao Yinan had been taken away?

"She fainted." Although Yan Shaocheng's words did not say who it was, Yan Xiangwei already knew that only Fang Jingxian would make Yan Shaocheng look like this who could make Yan Shaocheng care so much.

"Okay, I'll go over right away." Yan Xiangwei's answer was also very simple, he knew very well what kind of status Fang Jingxian in Yan Shaocheng's mouth was.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Shaocheng's face was serious, revealing his worries, and he hesitated before leaving.

Yan Shaocheng had just walked by for less than a minute when the lights in the operating room went out. It seems that some people stubbornly don't want to see him, so that's why it's like this. But it was really a coincidence, Fang Jingxian, who was pushed out of the operating room, turned pale.

It seemed that she was in pain, even in her sleep.

Before he entered the ward, he opened his eyes violently, as if there was something worried and painful.

No anesthetics were used, so she woke up quickly.

But when she woke up, she screamed to leave, reached out and pulled out the needle.

"You're very weak right now and need to rest." The nurse on the side immediately stopped and tightened Fang Jingxian, who didn't seem to want her to leave at all.

"You let me go." Even though Fang Jingxian's face was pale, her eyes were still so persistent, as if there was a firmness in her eyes that no one could blaspheme.

"Are you looking for me?" Doctor Wang on the side walked over and seemed to know what Fang Jingxian meant.

Fang Jingxian calmed down, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of hope.

There was one of the few hopes in Fang Jingxian's eyes, and she only hoped that what Yan Shaocheng said was false, and everything was a lie.

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In the hospital office, Dr. Wang gave me a test report.

I clenched the report tightly with both hands, and it felt like I had held my mother's report before.

It was as if I had been stabbed deep in the heart, and then I was bleeding profusely and thought I was about to die.

I opened the report, and the inspection report on it was impressively written with Qiao Yinan's name.

The full name is the human cephalic tumor virus genotyping test report, and I am a layman who knows only the results of the department, specimens, test items, and testing methods written on it.

and a CT scan of the head, which I could see clearly, it was obvious that there was a clear unidentified mass in the skull.

My heart was entangled, and I was holding my heart tightly.

"Is there any hope?" I know what this malignant tumor is, and I won't be stupid enough to ask if it can be cured?

I knew that maybe Qiao Yinan was leaving, and I found out that I was a broom star, and no one who had a relationship with me would have any good luck.

It's just that my mother Pan Wanlin is dead, my father Fang Yewei is dead, and now Qiao Yinan is also leaving?

Why is this world so unfair, people like us who are suffering still want us to continue to be unhappy, and even want to deprive Qiao Yinan of his status as a survivor and ask him to die unjustly.

"Frankly, it's not very likely." Dr. Wang's words were calm, but I could feel it. To the regret in his words, the pause in his words was obviously helpless. Man can never overcome the disease, and he is content to be a captive of the tower, and he is powerless.

"The location of the tumor is very bad, and there are many sequelae caused by rash surgery. The success rate of the surgery is only 20 percent. Because it is an advanced stage, even if the operation is successful, it is only a few months. Dr. Wang's words were cruel, but he had to admit the fact.

It seems that I have no way to deny it, deny his words.

We are not God after all, there are many things that God can control, and we are just people who are abandoned by God, because we are abandoned and we are unhappy one after another.

Why are we always abandoned? Why is Qiao Yinan's life cursed?

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Accustomed to suppressing himself, but he has painfully lost his instincts.

I wondered if I should try to accept all of this so that I could keep going.

"You're saying that if you undergo surgery, you're 80 percent likely to die on the operating table?"

I could hear the paleness of the words. This seems to be this to Qiao Yinan to die, you can't live, you can't want to live.

Nothing, why cannot?

"Instead of saying that, you should just say that he won't live. To live one more day is to earn one more day. ”

My hand gripped the report tightly, but my heart trembled. Qiao Yinan is going to die, and even Qiao Yinan is going to die.

It seems that everyone is interpreting an unfortunate person with life, and the unfortunate person is Qiao Yinan, so he faced me with a smile, as if to say make me happy, but how can I be happy? How can you be happy in life?

He laughed heartlessly, thinking that I could be a heartless person?

It is impossible for people to really strip away their feelings, and there are wounds that cannot be touched in ruthless people, and my wounds have festered.

People have no past life and will not have an afterlife, and there are no ghosts and gods in this world. Some are just a group of hopeless people, and hopeless people believe in fate, and always feel that fate is written, so suffering is inevitable. This is how our hearts will feel good.

What kind of mood does Qiao Yinan have in the face of death, and what kind of mood do I have in facing life?

The corners of my mouth went up, and I smiled sarcastically.

"Even the fate has been decided, and the hope given is as cruel as despair. What is the use of such an operation? ”

My heart was so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe. And I can't let Qiao Yinan die in prison.

Qiao Yinan's life can't come to an end like this, I don't want Qiao Yinan to leave like this.

"Miss Fang, he said that you are his regret." Dr. Wang's words seemed to ask me to let Qiao Yinan spend the last remaining time of his life happily.

"Regrets?" My hands clenched tightly, and tears were about to run down my eyes. I'm afraid I'll shed tears, I'm afraid I'll shed tears for you. The tears of my life have always been in preparation for death.

Am I his regret? Because I am his regret, can he give up treatment and choose to live in prison?

I admit that I am a selfish person, but what I fear most is death, and death is the most terrible symbol of our sordid life.

Fate is not terrible with wounds, what we are afraid of is that we have no life to live. The ability to live and suffer is denied.