Dr. José's small office is surrounded by a square green curtain on the wall facing the door, which makes the lack of windows all the more apparent. There is a yellow coconut on the right side of the door, more than a meter high, this plant itself is relatively easy to raise, even in such an impermeable environment can still keep fresh; Opposite the yellow coconut is Dr. José's desk, less than two meters from the yellow coconut, with tiger pirans and golden kudzu on the table, and five or six potted plants almost half of the table.

Anyone who is invited into this room can easily find a chair opposite the desk, the chair is very small, and the fat person may not be able to sit steadily, but even if the chair is comfortable, I am afraid that no one will be able to sit comfortably here. It was as if the chair was waiting for the people it would inevitably meet in its life—the sick.

How many people have sat in this chair, what kind of words have been heard in it, whether people are in pain or calm after hearing those words, I am afraid that it will not be, after all, people will always try to hide their feelings, like a green curtain, no matter how they always want to hide something, as if the truth will become maneuver in doing so.

It was as if Foley had promised an old friend to meet his doctor for him, and that old friend was going to take the bar exam, accompany his lover on a trip, and attend the child's opening ceremony, but in short, a reason why he had to go had to go to the chair that he shouldn't have been sitting in at the moment.

He did his best to look light, as if, yes, as a friend to listen to the situation, he shouldn't have paid attention to so many details, but in order not to focus on the doctor's face he looked around, saw one place and quickly worried about the next sight. In the end, I had to turn my eyes back to the doctor.

Dr. José is barefoot, wears no socks, protrudes tibia on his ankle, and has a strong foot, and an operation can take hours, and the doctor's job is sometimes like that of a salesperson. Foley was surprised that he thought of the salesperson at this time, and before the doctor's voice interrupted him, his mind drifted to a place he hadn't been in for many years, Ephia, the woman's name appeared, this is the girl he met when he graduated from college, the girl worked in the coffee shop next to the office, he left the old company two years later, he never saw her again, maybe more than ten years have passed since she was not in that company, maybe she is no longer in this city, maybe not in this country anymore.

"Mr. Foley."

The doctor's voice finally rang out in the room.

"Yes, Dr. José."

"The specific cause needs to be further diagnosed, but I am afraid that surgery will not be avoided."

"Can it be cured?"

Although there is little hope, it is always necessary to ask, and I am afraid that all patients will ask such questions.

Dr. José reclined down in his chair, and Representative Foley realized that the doctor's chair was multi-adjustable, and the chair was very large compared to José's short stature, and his entire upper body was nestled in the chair after he lay down, and the words that came out seemed to be the sound of the large chair.

"It's hard to say, there are no absolutes in medicine."

When Foley walked out of the hospital, it was almost dusk, the mobile phone rang non-stop, he did not ask for leave for the company's regular meeting in the morning, not forgetting but not having the strength to ask for leave, since receiving Jose's call yesterday, Foley seemed to have his bones pulled out, and he hurried off work after the company finished handling the work, and then the company's messages, emails, and phone calls did not reply, he can imagine that the supervisor's face will definitely not look good, unless he happens to be not in the company, but this probability is the same as his illness, there is no absolute, just a small odds pitiful.

Don't count on such a chance, Rod will not easily let go of such an opportunity, do not go to work for no reason, do not reply to company emails, and can't even get through on the phone, he is not like such a kind colleague who will not care about other people's affairs, not to mention, the latest cooperation project Rod is eyeing his own fault so that he can take over in person.

Cooperation with technology companies is not only related to the company's achievements in the past two years, once the cooperation is successful, everyone knows that the company's listing is close at hand, and after so many years is counting on listing, no one wants to make any mistakes at this time, but when it comes to the good things in front of them, they will miss it so much.

The cold wind of the setting sun blew on Foley's face, maybe a phone call to the company first, after all, the doctor didn't say how serious he was, did he; He comforted himself that the doctor said he was just going to have surgery and didn't say anything terrible, did he? He thought about this sentence repeatedly, walked along the lakeshore park for a long time, subconsciously replied to a few messages, and processed a few emails while walking, only to find that there were bursts of pain behind him.

The first time I felt the pain was three years ago on a rainy spring night, working overtime until the fourth day, maybe the fifth day, when I got up from the chair, my right hand suddenly lost strength, coffee spilled on the freshly sorted papers, and there was a biting chill in my back, and Foley had to stand still, a posture of leaning his body to the right, which lasted for more than a minute before gradually relaxing.

It's a symptom that no one takes seriously, and of course Foley doesn't take it personally, because that's when he needs a lot of sleep, enough to wake up full of blood.

If Forlì hadn't taken the sleep aid medicine prescribed by his doctor, perhaps the slight pain that followed would have alerted him to something was wrong somewhere, but he took the medicine and he needed to be physically fit enough for the afternoon session. When he woke up, opened the blackout curtains in high spirits, and saw the child watering the flowers in the yard, and the sun had reached the white door of the neighbor's house, his energy returned to normal, and he quickly threw himself into the work, reports, and ringing data machines that followed. The pain that had occurred the night before was completely erased from his memory.

"I didn't prepare breakfast for you, I see you slept soundly."

His wife spoke to him on the computer, and Representative looked at the table below, 12 o'clock, and it was indeed not the time for breakfast. He grabbed a clean towel and walked into the bathroom, where the child's changed clothes were already piled up, and it looked like they hadn't been washed in days. I'm afraid I still have to find someone to share some of the housework, my wife obviously can't cope with the work and the growing children, but the financial pressure does make him feel stretched, he sorted the clothes into the washing machine, pressed the automatic wash button in the hope that the clothes can be cleaned before he goes out.

Sammel is 7 years older than Foley, and when he thinks about why he got married, Foley feels like a dream. The two met at a friend's party, when Foley was only 26 years old, and Shamel looked about his age, and she was so quiet at the noisy party that she barely spoke to anyone, and Foley didn't expect much from that weekend's party, just being invited by a friend to have a few beers.

When his stomach was a little full, Samel sat down across from him and asked a question out of the blue.

"Do you have anyone you're dating?"