Cancer..... Uterine......

If I'm not mistaken, my sister left her forever because of this......

Now she's ......

Hearing Gu Weisheng's words, Jia Yi didn't speak for a long time, and she didn't stop him until Gu Weisheng left the ward.

"Doctor Gu, I'...... Can I be cured? ”

I know that I have little hope, but I still don't give up and want to get a definite answer.

She struggled to clench her hands, trying to keep her flustered emotions from being noticed.

Gu Weisheng looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face on the bed, his eyes moved slightly, raised his head, and said to her in a pretended relaxed tone: "Medical skills are very developed now, you don't have to worry about ......"

Then, she ignored him.

Doctors are the most deceiving, they always say nice things to patients, whether there is no cure or not, they always say to patients, don't give up hope of life.

If someone prays that you live and hope for your well-being, that is the so-called hope of life, but what if they all want you to die?

Seeing that Jiayi had not reacted, Gu Weisheng said softly, "You have a good rest." Then he turned and left the room.

At the moment when the door was closed, he subconsciously glanced into the ward twice, and a trace of imperceptible distress flashed under his eyes.

After Gu Weisheng left, she was the only one left in the entire ward again, empty.

It's still so dreary outside, so blocked that people can't breathe.

Because of the gauze wrapped around her back, Jiayi could only lean sideways, and as long as she moved a little, she felt a pain in her heart.

Her lower abdomen began to hurt again, and she thought it was the uterine fibroids again.

The double pain in her front abdomen and back made her really feel like she was worse than dead.

She suddenly remembered a phrase called karma.

It's really timely.

She knew that this was all her retribution, that God was punishing her.

She subconsciously wanted to look for her phone next to her, but no matter how much she touched it, she couldn't touch it.

Only then did she remember that it should have landed in the villa.

Without a mobile phone and not going back for so long, will he worry about himself?

When Sister-in-law Lin went back to cook, would she casually mention it?

What is he doing at this time......

Jiayi only realized at this time that it turned out that when she didn't do anything, she could only think about Yi Zecheng.

She suddenly felt that she was ridiculous, why until today, until this time, she was still thinking about her, and she was even hoping that the other party would have a trace of concern and worry about her if she knew that her life was short.

Lu Jiayi, Lu Jiayi, you are really hopeless.

In the dead of night, Jiayi felt that she was about to faint from the pain, so she pressed the nurse's bell to ask for a painkiller.

But what she didn't expect was that it was not the nurse who came, but Gu Weisheng.

She was a little surprised, was the doctor also on duty?

She wanted to ask him why he was still in the hospital at this time, but at the moment, she couldn't say a word because of the pain.

Gu Weisheng came closer, she was lying on her side on the bed, her head was covered with sweat, and she pulled the hem of his clothes with all her strength, "Okay...... Give me...... A painkiller? ”

She half-squinted her eyes, her eyes were blurry, she couldn't see what Gu Weisheng's expression was, and she didn't know if he agreed.

After she finished speaking, Gu Weisheng disappeared for a while, and then came back after a while, holding a glass of water, first stuffing a pill into her mouth, and then handing the glass of water to her lips.

She was forced to drink most of the glass of water before asking, "Did you give me painkillers?" ”

"Morphine, a painkiller for stage III cancer."

His voice was faint, soft, like a hypnotic agent.

"Rest well."

He pulled the quilt up for her, turned off the lights in the room, and went out.

She wanted to say thank you to him, but she just opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

She didn't know if it was a drug attack, and she felt like her whole body was starting to sink down, like a heavy shell, and she couldn't command it anymore.

Just like the dream she had, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, her whole body lost half of her strength, her body was like pressing a huge stone, and it was like drowning in water, she kept sinking, sinking, but she couldn't struggle......

She struggled between the medicine and the pain, as if she was muttering something or calling her sister......

Sister, save her...... Sister, save her......

But she knew in her heart that her sister would not come, her sister was dead, her flesh and blood were flying, and even her face was so blurred that she couldn't recognize it.

She didn't cry, she just couldn't breathe, her hands were trying to scratch at something, maybe nothing.

She remembered the past, and remembered what she looked like when she first met Yi Zecheng.

She was eighteen years old that year, and it took a lot of effort to get admitted to a third-rate university here.

It was the first day of school.

Although their school is not very good, the principal of their school knows many well-known people in society.

Therefore, he especially likes to invite some successful people to give speeches at their school when the new students start school.

And that time, among the guests he invited was the young owner of Yi's Group, Yi Zecheng.

Jiayi still remembers that the principal at that time introduced him like this, "The youngest year is the same, and the talent is rarely double."

Because, among the guests, he was the youngest, but only twenty-three.

That was the first time Jiayi had seen him.

She still remembers that he had short black hair at that time, the neckline of the white shirt was slightly open, the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up to the middle of the arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, sharp edges and corners, thin lips and light purses, what he said that day, she didn't remember much, she only remembered that he was calm and confident on stage that day, chic and calm.

After Yi Zecheng finished his speech, he stepped down and sat on the guest seat on the side of the auditorium, his hands casually placed in front of his chest, his head turned sideways, and his eyes moved slightly, shining.

Later, who spoke on stage, what he spoke, and what he looked like, Jia Yi didn't remember anything.

Her gaze just followed him closely.

I don't know what to do, but at a glance, it will be unforgettable for a long time.

After all the speeches of the guests, according to the usual practice, the school will arrange a group of freshman representatives to come to the stage to present flowers to the guests to show their gratitude.

Jiayi still doesn't know why the teacher chose her back then, and she even wonders if the teacher was dazzled and made the wrong choice.

Until later, she thought more than once that if she hadn't been selected to take the stage that day, would their stories be different.

Jiayi stood in the team, and her heart was very worried.

Both nervous and expectant.

The teacher on the side was still talking to them about the precautions for going on stage later, and Jia Yi was afraid that she would make a mistake, so she listened very carefully, and kept muttering about the precautions that the teacher said.

The teacher who led the team assigned each of them a guest who needed to be responsible for presenting flowers, and the guest she was responsible for happened to be Yi Zecheng.

When the teacher walked up to her side and pointed in the direction of Yi Zechengde, Jiayi felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

They lined up and walked up to the stage, and Yi Zecheng stood in front of her like this, so close to her that she could even hear him breathing one after another.

Unlike other middle-aged leaders, the smell on his body is very clean, not the smell of smoke, nor the smell of fat powder contaminated by the world, but a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and pleasant.

When Jiayi stood on the stage, facing Yi Zecheng who was standing in front of him, suddenly, his brain was blank and his breath was short.

For a moment, she forgot all the precautions that Teacher Fang Cai said because of nervousness, and just stood in place, motionless.

Jiayi didn't dare to raise her head, but kept looking at the ground tightly, as if she wanted to see a hole in the ground.

The other freshman representatives had already finished offering flowers and were ready to take a group photo, but she was the only one, standing motionless, holding the flowers in her arms tightly.

"Are you nervous?"

When she was numb and at a loss for what to do, her voice suddenly came from her ears, a little hoarse, but with indescribable charm, every word spit out from his thin lips, listening to her ears, it was like sitting by the window in a snowy December, drinking a cup of steaming Blue Mountain coffee alone, the aroma of coffee was permeated, and the warm liquid thoughtfully rolled from the mouth into the throat, and the whole person was warm......

Jiayi slowly raised her head, just in time to meet Yi Zecheng's gaze.

His eyes were dark, but glowing softly.

She was stunned and nodded a little smugly.

I saw him smile slightly, half-bent over, carefully took the flower from her arms, and then gently held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and whispered: "Relax, don't be nervous." ”

At that moment, she felt her brain buzzing, she couldn't say a word, and she felt that the world around her was silent.

The whole world, only his own rapid breathing, and the faint fragrance on his body.

I don't know if the incandescent light on the top is too bright, she actually feels dizzy and a little unsteady.

During the group photo session, Yi Zecheng stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on Jiayi's shoulder, as if to transfer strength to her, so that her originally flustered heart gradually calmed down.

Although at that moment, her heart was no longer panicked, she knew that from now on, her heart was no longer as calm as water.

Fortunately, the whole flower offering and group photo session ended quickly, and her sanity recovered in a long way.

Later, the group photo of that day was published in the school newspaper, but the school newspaper of their school was never sold to the public, but only kept a copy internally.

For this reason, she also deliberately went to the school magazine and begged for a long time to get a black and white version.

She carefully cut out the group photo and treasured it in her diary.

She kept him in her heart, like a poor child, hiding a piece of candy, layers of sugar, and she knew it was there, and she knew it was sweet without tasting it.