He just didn't want to die, and he was reluctant to die.

Sitting in the garden, he thought about it all his own scenery. When he was still the boss of Hengxiang, everyone was very respectful to him and called him Mr. Luo. He can socialize with others at the wine table, and most people have to give him a few thin noodles.

In the past, he always felt that he was a winner in life, he had everything, everything went well, and he also thought that he would always go well.

I never thought that I would end up with nothing, and it would be difficult to even live.

Luo Zhengfeng sat like this until the sun went down. Seeing the falling sunset, Luo Zhengfeng naturally thought of his current self. He's just setting the sun now, and it's going to be over soon.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt that he still had a lot of things to do, and how could he be willing to end it like this?

Frustrated, he was pushed back to the ward by Li Meiyu, he couldn't avoid those sounds from burrowing into his ears, he had been staying in the ward before, and he didn't notice the situation of other patients, and when he went out today, he found that it turned out that when other people were being treated, it would be so painful.

He asked Li Meiyu to call the doctor again, and he wanted to confirm with the doctor if he had some words.

The doctor thought that he was not feeling well, so he called the chief doctor, after all, this was a patient that Huo Shao had personally explained and had to take care of carefully.

The director rushed over in person and asked for warmth, naturally it was all for Huo Yanchen's sake.

Luo Zhengfeng didn't feel anything uncomfortable, the only thing that was uncomfortable was his own heart. He looked at the doctor and asked seriously: "Doctor, you tell me honestly, my disease, if the doctor performs surgery on me today, can I be sure that I will survive?" ”

No matter which expert comes, he would not dare to say such a thing. He laughed awkwardly: "What you said, everything has a certain risk, I can't guarantee you, after all, there will be some accidents during the operation, which cannot be completely controlled." No one can guarantee an emergency. ”

"Emergency?"

"That's right! Because of the current technology, the actual situation will be more complicated than the results of the examination. However, the doctor who will operate on you will choose the one with the most clinical experience, which will reduce some of the risks. However, there will be certain risks in this operation, so we will ask the family to sign a letter of responsibility before the operation. ”

No one can easily say that they are responsible for a human life.

"In other words, you can't guarantee anything?"

"You are embarrassing us, our doctor just wants to help you relieve your pain, we are not Daluo Immortals, just point your hand at your illness. Everyone's situation is different, but I have taken a look at your situation, and at present, if you have surgery, it will be relatively better, and the chance of success will be higher. Moreover, you also have the financial conditions for surgical treatment. ”

"What if it's treated conservatively?"

"Conservative treatment will last longer, naturally, it can only achieve the purpose of controlling the disease, and the rest is not guaranteed. There are also cases where the condition worsens after chemotherapy, and clinically, many things vary from person to person, and we dare not guarantee anything 100%. ”

"And what can you be sure of?"

"This ......"

The doctor's words couldn't calm Luo Zhengfeng's heart at all, but made him even more worried, if he had surgery, he would die faster! If he dies like this if his surgery is unsuccessful, what future does he have?

The doctor didn't understand what he was worried about, if he was someone else, with such conditions, he would naturally choose surgery without hesitation, after all, not everyone can find an authoritative expert in brain surgery to do it himself, how much face does it take to do it?

No number of people can look forward to it, but now the expert has to wait for his reply, and the director is also very helpless.

"Actually, I think you could consider surgery. After all, that's a one-and-done solution, and after the surgery is successful, you'll be completely better, isn't that great? ”

"What if the surgery doesn't work out? I'm just a cold corpse, and besides, there's no guarantee that you'll succeed. Take 10,000 steps back, even if it is successful, you still have to do a pathological analysis to determine whether it is benign or malignant. If it's malignant, what should I do? ”

"This ......"

The doctor was stunned by his series of questions, who could withstand his many considerations. Isn't it all relative to him like this?

"You still can't assure me of anything, and if I undergo surgery, it may mean that I have sentenced myself to death." He somewhat understood, and the more worries he had, the more he couldn't make a decision.

He didn't want to be like other patients, after receiving chemotherapy, he would become that ghost, still struggling on the edge of life and death, but he didn't want to die so neatly.

What should he do?

The doctor also said a lot of things, like what would happen in the end of conservative treatment, and in the end, he still had to have surgery to cure the disease, and Luo Zhengfeng didn't listen to it. He only knew how much time he was sure he would have to live, and it was obvious that with conservative treatment, he could be sure that he would survive longer.

"Alright, thank you, doctor, I know what you said, go get busy! Sorry to delay your working hours. ”

The doctor saw that he was depressed, and only felt that he was born in a blessing and did not know how many people were looking forward to letting experts do it, but he did not have such luck, but he did not know how to cherish it, and felt that this was not good, and that it was not good.

Luo Zhengfeng stayed alone in the ward, thinking about the words of the doctor repeatedly, and he didn't fall asleep in the first half of the night. I don't know when I entered the dreamland, I thought about it day and dreamed at night, and he just had a dream.

In the dream, there was a mourning hall, and in the crystal coffin in the middle, there was a person lying down.

He stood in the distance, watching many people kneeling in front of the mourning hall crying, and there was a figure, which he was very familiar with, it was his wife.

He hesitated and walked slowly, and was about to call her, but reached out to grab it, but found that he couldn't touch her at all. I don't know that my wife, daughter and son-in-law are here.

Luo Zhengfeng looked up and saw that what was on the table was actually a black and white photo of himself. He was shocked and couldn't believe it. I'm fine, why did I die.

He walked quickly to the crystal coffin, and as he approached, he hesitated and frightened.

Could it really be him?

He walked slowly with trembling hands, and sure enough, he saw his other self lying in the crystal coffin, the same lifeless face, he was as scrawny as the patients, and it was terrible.

Impossible! How could he just die? He looked closely, and on the top of his shaved head, a hideous suture crawled on his scalp like a disgusting reptile.

He screamed in fright, and when he opened his eyes again, he was sweating profusely, and it was already dawn.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.