The snow fell from the sky, swept up by the icy cold wind, and fell on Fu Ming's face, down the neckline and into his arms, making him feel a trace of cold.

Just ten minutes ago, in the corner of the café, the man who seemed to have an unreliable look on his face quietly drank his mocha and looked down at the phone on the table in silence.

It was as if waiting for some news to arrive, until a moment later, the phone screen lit up silently, and fine vibrations spread from the table.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked self-deprecating, gently connected the phone, and put the earpiece to his ear.

"Hello, Mr. Fu. I'm sorry, I just had an operation and I didn't have time to respond to your call now. ”

"It's okay." He shook his head lightly and whispered, "Doctor, her condition has ...... recently."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and the voice said with some bitterness: "After the operation, it has stabilized, but I'm afraid...... There is no guarantee that there will be no recurrence. Her body has also reached its limit and can no longer undergo surgery. ”

The voice said helplessly: "As you know, the research on 'Mohs syndrome' in China is still in a relatively backward stage compared with foreign countries, and we can't do anything about it. Besides......"

Hearing that he wanted to speak again, Fu Ming smiled bitterly: "Doctor, tell me, I am mentally prepared." ”

The voice on the phone sighed, and finally began to speak: "The ability to lose control has gradually stabilized, and my advice is not to proceed with the next treatment." After all, that kind of treatment is not ideal for patients with advanced stages, and it costs ...... money."

"Nope! You don't have to worry about that! I still have money! It doesn't matter how much money you have! ”

Fu Ming interrupted him, and subconsciously stood up in excitement, his voice raised a lot, and the movement of his body made the cup on the table shake and almost topple.

Feeling the gaze cast around him, he squeezed out a somewhat apologetic smile, sat down again, and after a long time, said categorically on the phone: "Doctor, no matter what...... None of the treatments can be stopped. That was her only hope. ”

"We do our best, but there's one thing you need to be clear."

The voice on the phone said: "All we can do now is to stabilize the state of the out-of-control ability, and there is no way to cure it." If there is no way to make a breakthrough in the existing technical means within a year, she may be ...... for the rest of her life."

Fu Ming fell into a stupor, once again remembering the weak figure on the hospital bed that seemed to sleep forever, and after a long time, he replied hoarsely: "I...... Got it. ”

Able to feel the sadness and sadness of Fu Ming, the man on the phone thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Fu Ming, it seems that there has been a new progress in the recent research in this area at Miskatonic University, and if I can accept a new treatment, I think the situation may be better." But please don't get your hopes up too much, for the current stage of medicine...... 'Mohs syndrome', there is no possibility of a cure, please think rationally. ”

"American ......" Fu Ming muttered dumbly, his eyes lit up again, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and asked in a low voice: "How much does it cost?" ”

Hearing his resolute voice, the doctor on the phone also understood his decision, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Probably ......"

After hearing the doctor's figures, Fu Ming fell into a long silence, and after two minutes, he finally spoke, and said seriously: "Doctor, help her prepare for the transfer procedures, I will raise the money." ”

As expected, hearing his decision, the doctor sighed again: "Really...... Is it decided? Mr. Fu, I think you need ......"

"Don't try to persuade me anymore." Fu Ming interrupted him lightly, looked down at his pale palm, and smiled with a complicated smile: "I'm just such a sister." ”

He smiled again and whispered, "If I give up, who else can save her?" ”

The phone came to an abrupt end, Fu Ming put away his phone, drank the coffee in his cup, stood up, and walked into the blizzard with the decision in his heart.

As he progressed numbly, he stumbled under his feet and fell into the melting slush on the ground, the biting cold seeping through his clothes and clinging to his shell, causing him to feel a convulsion of his internal organs.

"Are you alright?" A small child with a worried face looked at him, bent down to reach out and pull him up.

Fu Ming muttered something in a low voice, slapped away the kind palm full of violence, and roared: "Go away!" ”

The child was frightened, and looked at him blankly with red eyes.

"Why are you like this!"

The parents next to him couldn't help but be a little angry when they saw the appearance of Fu Ming, took the child's hand, and comforted in a low voice: "Rong Rong, don't be afraid, he is mentally ill...... Let's go. ”

Pulling the child, he took two steps, looked back at the talisman in the mud on the ground with some anger, and scolded in a low voice: "Stupid." ”

Fu Ming struggled to get up from the muddy water, looked at himself embarrassed in the window, and showed a self-deprecating smile.

Feeling the strange eyes cast around him, he showed a malicious expression to the nearest man, and said in a cold voice, "What are you looking at?!" ”

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw the hideousness in his eyes, and walked away quickly.

This time, no one looked at him again.

In the crowded streets, he slowly looked up at the pale sky between the tall buildings, and suddenly laughed in a low voice.

Finally, he didn't hesitate anymore, he took out his mobile phone and broadcast a number.

Moments later, the communication was connected, and there was no word on the other end of the phone, full of silence.

"Aren't you looking for someone?"

Fu Ming wiped the mud and snow from his face, and also wiped away the silent tears that seeped from the corners of his eyes, and whispered, "Count me in." ”

…… All day today, since the Fu Ming left, Zhou Li had a feeling of not being very comfortable. He always felt that Fu Ming was looking for him to say something, but the man left without saying anything. He instinctively felt that it must be something very important to make this man want to tell him so carefully, but he couldn't understand why he was walking so fast.

At noon, he made a phone call to Fu Ming, but he didn't get through, but he didn't hang up either.

Soon, the café that reached its peak made Zhou Li very busy, so he put this matter down and began to concentrate on helping.

The change of fate made Zhou Li can't help but sigh - a month ago, he was still a waiter who served fruit plates and delivered tea in KTV; A month later, I was a waiter serving dishes in a café!

Well, this strange feeling of not knowing why he is always working as a waiter makes Zhou Li feel extremely embarrassed, looking at Li Zijin who is calmly commanding in the back kitchen, he can't help but sigh: The boss's sister is the boss's posture wherever she goes, and she looks like a waiter even if she is the boss.

Today, Zhou Li simply announced that the coffee was free latte art today, and he was busy dealing with all kinds of strange requests at noon - Snoopy or Garfield or the like are okay, why do people still want to draw a Mount Everest by themselves!

In this regard, Zhou Li directly put a large amount of ice cubes in it and served it to them, as for the reaction...... Well, that's none of your business.

At the very least, iced coffee is fucking coffee! Guest, do you still want me to take sugar and pile one up for you?!

"Some guests are just bored, right? Well, don't be sad, give you this. ”

Zhou Li comforted the girl who was angry instead of him with a kind and gentle face, casually took out two sticky notes from the bar, and wrote a few 'late coupons' as a thank you gift.

As for the strange look of the waitress when she got the gift, then she didn't know how to express her gratitude in her heart.

"Alright, let's get to work."

Zhou Li patted her on the shoulder, and watched the girl who was still dizzy stumble into the back kitchen, smiling proudly at Li Zijin behind the bar not far away.

Li Zijin sighed helplessly, and whispered to himself: "Can you be a little more bored." ”

Just a few days after opening, the hired waiters didn't seem to be used to the busyness of the rush hour, and after they almost got started, Zhou Li relaxed and continued to resume his idleness.

Not ashamed to occupy the best position in the store during the rush hour, he was extremely bored, so he simply picked up the foreign language novel that Li Zijin put there, and looked down.

But even if he is full of literary and artistic atmosphere now, after being exposed by Li Zigen once a lie, Li Zigen, who firmly believes that 'he can speak eight Chinese is just nonsense, has already taken him as pretending.

After turning two pages, Zhou Li found that this was a detective novel, so he quietly found two ballpoint pens from the bar and began to quietly write and draw on Li Zijin's book - first write next to the name of the innocent person that it was not the reason for their crime, and then very thoughtfully draw a circle with a red ballpoint pen on the murderer's name, and finally mark it with a Chinese next to it: This is the criminal, his wife has committed perjury, because ...... When he was done, he put down his pen contentedly, and then carefully laid out the book in its original form...... There was a sense of pleasure in my heart that 'this is what I should do, don't thank me'.

This made Zhou Li couldn't help but feel that his bad taste had become more and more obvious recently, and then he imagined with anticrative imagination what kind of expression Li Zijin would have when he found out that his book had been spoiled.

This indirectly made Zhou Li's mood very good in the afternoon, but unfortunately Li Zijin didn't continue to read the book in the afternoon, which made Zhou Li a little disappointed.

It wasn't until just after six or seven o'clock in the evening, when the store's rush hour came again, that he was busy again.

In the midst of the bustling voice, he suddenly felt the vibration in his pocket, and originally thought it was Lu Qiaoshui's call, but when he saw the name of the caller clearly, he was stunned for a moment, it was a talisman.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a wave of unease.

(To be continued)