"Hey, old man, it's me, Zixuan, I heard that you were hospitalized, ......"

"That's right, it's cancer, stomach cancer, advanced stage. ”

"I tell you, don't be discouraged, now that medicine is very advanced, I have heard about many cases of cancer being cured abroad, and now this is not a terminal disease. ”

"I know, I'm in a good state of mind, don't they all say that if my mentality is good, I can live a long time, don't worry, I can still last a while. ”

"Also, bad people live for thousands of years, and you kid wilts and wilts, and it is not so easy to die. ”

"Oh, it's good to know, okay, hang up, the phone bill is quite expensive. ”

"That's okay, I'll hang up first, I'll go back to China next month, and then we'll get together again. ”

"Good. ”

Cassia slowly put down the phone, sighed heavily, and remembered the pathology report that his attending physician had just brought.

"Bad people live for a thousand years? Then it seems that I am not that bad, I hope to last until next month, cough cough. ”

The violent cough involved the wound in the stomach, bringing bouts of pain, and Cassia couldn't help but clench his fists, and the strength was so great that the joints were already white.

This is the third operation, and he has now had nearly a third of his stomach removed, just to be able to completely remove the cancer cells so that he can survive without problems.

But God always disagrees with people's wishes, and even if his stomach is scarred, the cancer cells are still like insects attached to the bones, and they have made a home in his stomach.

Just now, his attending physician gave an ultimatum, recommending a fourth operation immediately, otherwise the cancer cells will spread on a large scale again, and then there will be no cure.

In fact, these cassia understand that he himself is a college student who has just graduated from medical school for two years, although he has not become a doctor, but the foundation is still there, and his own body knows best.

If the fourth operation is not successful, it is basically no play, the pathology report clearly states, the next time will remove two-thirds of the whole stomach tissue, if there is no way, then cut ...... There's nowhere to cut it.

So Cassia replied to the doctor: he wanted to think about it.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in himself, it's that he doesn't have confidence in himself, and his wallet doesn't allow him to have confidence.

Even if it succeeds this time, the cancer recurrence rate is as high as more than half, mostly because the cancer is not cut clean or the cancer cells have metastasized twice.

Cassia couldn't afford to gamble, and only then did he realize what it means to live a life that is better than death.

"Forget it, hold on again and reunite with those brothers. He thought to himself.

Three months ago, Cassia was still a conscientious, young and inactive medical representative, as an orphan, he worked hard and studied hard, just to want to study in medical school, to be a doctor in the future, even the name himself was given a medicinal name, but now he still mixed up in this step.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, it's that he really can't stand the parting of life and death in the operating room, and when he was a medical representative, it's not that he doesn't work hard, but he really selectively recommends those good medicines, even at the expense of giving up some of his benefits.

But who would have thought that on the day three months ago, he had just changed companies and completed the entry physical examination, and he received news from the hospital.

Stomach cancer, advanced.

It was not an exaggeration to describe the thin notice as a bolt from the blue, and he had already undergone three surgeries in three months.

Sometimes life is like this, there are some things that you don't mention, but once you mention them, they are out of control.

I don't know how long it took, the pain gradually subsided, Cassia gritted his teeth and released his clenched fist, put the phone back on the bedside table, and turned off the game interface of Civilization 6 on the computer.

This was his only pastime now, and although he needed rest all the time, his condition had deteriorated so badly that even the attending physician turned a blind eye to his actions.

Cassia's favorite game is actually a simulation management game, and before he finds out about stomach cancer, sometimes he can ignore a night of time when he plays.

For him, this kind of game is just a little bit of accomplishment that he can't achieve in reality, in his words: who doesn't want to be a farmer, who doesn't want to be a rich man, I'll wait for you in the field in the wind and rain.

Freeing his hand that was not tied to the hanging bottle, Cassia also carefully placed the computer on the bedside table, and when he turned his head, his eyes caught a glimpse of the nurse outside the ward, staring directly at him through the glass.

Cassia understands that that look is called sympathy.

Half-optimist, he smiled kindly outside, and thought to himself, "WDNMD, can you have a high flash in the ward?" This nurse sister is holding me, and I may be sent to chemotherapy soon." ”

As he had guessed, the nurse smiled at him, and no longer embarrassed to hide outside, she pushed the door straight into the room.

"Mr. Jue, it's time for your chemotherapy. ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, and you have to push me over. ”

"That's what we're supposed to do. ”

The nurse sister showed a sweet smile, beckoned her colleagues outside, and together carried Cassia onto the stretcher cart and pushed him to the chemotherapy room.

Time passed, and Cassia was pushed out of the chemotherapy room with a pale face, at this time he had changed from a stretcher bed to a wheelchair, and on the way out he frowned, the pain in his stomach and the vomiting sensation after chemotherapy were constantly stimulating him.

Cassia waved his hand, looked at the male nurse beside him, and said, "I want to go to the toilet." ”

The male nurse nodded, and subconsciously pushed the wheelchair, but Cassia held him down with one hand: "I'll do it myself, give me some time, okay?" ”

The male nurse looked at Cassia Ming's eyes, nodded again silently, and rushed forward to open the door to the men's toilet for Cassia.

"Thank you. ”

The toilet door was gently shut, and the men's toilet was empty, and Cassia pushed himself to the front of the sink with difficulty, and began to retch incessantly.

This is a normal phenomenon after chemotherapy, and although there is nothing left in his stomach to vomit, retching inevitably causes his stomach to flutter, and the wound that had not yet healed is pulled up again.

Severe pain came, as if an awl kept drilling in Cassia's stomach, cold sweat flowed unconsciously, and Cassia's hand even twitched painfully.

It took about five minutes for the uncomfortable symptoms to subside, but the pain in the stomach was still intense.

Cassia straightened up, endured the pain and looked at himself in the mirror, reached out and touched the top of his smooth head, and laughed at himself:

"I'm bald, but I'm not getting stronger. ”

As soon as the words came out, the corners of Cassia's mouth grinned a little wider, on the one hand, he was amused by himself, and on the other hand, his stomach really hurt.

With a bang, the faucet was unscrewed, and Cassia took two handfuls of water and slapped it on his face, polished the top of his head by the way, and smiled in the mirror.

"Hold on a little longer. He told himself.

He then turned his wheelchair and prepared to return to the ward and continue his business.

But suddenly, his body bowed into the shape of a shrimp, and the pain was more severe than before, this time not like an awl, but like a bag of explosives exploding in his stomach.

He bit his lip so hard that he endured the pain so much that blood flowed from the skin of his lips.

In addition to the pain, a stream of heat gradually warms up in the stomach, and the feeling of bloating appears suddenly.

"Oops...... Oh no, it can't be bleeding from the inside of the wound. ”

"Save ...... Help ......"

Cassia shouted for help out the door with the last of his strength, and then his eyes went black and he fainted.

......

In the ward, Cassia Ming's face was still pale, with a hanging bottle in his hand, looking at his girlfriend who was peeling an apple in front of him, and his heart ached:

"Xiao Jing, you don't have to sharpen it, I can't eat anything now. ”

Xiao Jing's hand stopped, she lowered her head, and the strands of hair slipped down her forehead, blocking her face.

"We ...... Let's break up. ”

Cassia had no waves on his face, and then smiled slightly:

"Good. ”

Xiao Jing raised her head in shock, the apple peel in her hand fell to the ground, and she couldn't believe that Cassia would agree so quickly and so indifferently.

"I may not be able to survive these two months, and it will be the same when the time comes. Cassia said with a smile.

Xiao Jing didn't expect Cassia to be like this at all, and she was a little at a loss for a while, and she held back for a long time.

In the end, he blushed and left the ward as if he had fled: "I'll go get you food......

Cassia looked at the back of Xiao Jing leaving, the smile on his face remained the same, but his eyes were slightly red, and he sighed lonely.

Xiao Jing never came back after that, and Cassia already knew her attitude.

The time came to night, and at night, Cassia pulled out the hanging bottle and was operating the game screen of the computer, playing with relish.

This couldn't help but attract the attention of the nurse on duty.

"Sir, it's time for you to rest, you are responsible for your own body!"

"Thanks, I'll sleep. ”

Cassia put away the computer like a baby, ready to fall asleep peacefully, but thought in his heart: "I'm already very responsible, it's already like this, how else can I be responsible......"

Looking at Cassia's appearance, the nurse on duty breathed a sigh of relief, gently turned off the lights in the ward, and did not forget to remind her before leaving, if there is something to do, you can ring the alarm bell, and she will arrive as soon as possible.

After the nurse left, Cassia opened his eyes, he did not move, but stared out the window in a daze, the moonlight sprinkled through the glass in the hospital room, and also sprinkled on his face.

"Life and death are impermanent...... he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, and Cassia chuckled, "You're just hungry, and I can't give you anything to eat right now." ”

However, before he could finish speaking, a pain in his stomach began to hit, and the feeling like a toilet during the day reappeared, and Cassia instantly turned into a grilled shrimp.

This time it was more intense than during the day, and even his body twitched, and the heat turned into a fiery sensation, like a sun baking his body in his stomach.

The feeling of bloating was also unbearable and lonely, and Cassia could even feel that under the palm of his hand, the stomach was beating slowly, as if something was about to burst out of his stomach.

"What the hell is going on here? Isn't that a normal phenomenon after chemotherapy?"

He frowned, endured this strange feeling, and stretched his arm towards the alarm bell at the head of the bed little by little, but before his fingers could be stretched out, he slammed on the bed, and the whole person passed out.