Wen Cai explained the matter to Qing Ke clearly, and the two returned to the ward holding hands.

Qing Ke also specially bought two catties of fruit at the entrance of the hospital to express his heart.

Wencai introduced Qingke to Shumei, "Shumei, this is my girlfriend, Shang Qingke." ”

Shumei reluctantly smiled at Qing Ke and nodded slightly.

Qing Ke is as enthusiastic as fire!

"Aunt Shumei, this is the fruit I bought for you, do you want to eat it? I'll help you peel a blood orange! ”

Qing Ke is definitely not a heart, at least not like Yang Liu, who called Aunt Shumei to be angry with Shumei. She called Shumei Auntie out of politeness, but unfortunately she thought it was a point of respect, and Shumei didn't sound comfortable in her heart.

When Wen Cai heard this, he also felt a little embarrassed, and deliberately corrected Qing Ke.

"Qingke, Shumei is only a few years older than you, just call me sister."

Qing Ke had already put the fruit on the tablet at the head of the bed, took an orange, sat on the chair next to the bed, and peeled it vigorously.

"That's it! That's embarrassing, Sister Shumei, I'm not saying you're old, I just think it's more polite to call your aunt, then I'll call you Sister Shumei, your situation has already been told to me, you can recuperate with peace of mind, you don't have to worry about money, anyway, my dad often donates money to go to those schools! In the impoverished mountainous areas, helping anyone is helping, not to mention that you and Wencai still know each other. ”

From Qing Ke's tone of voice and her dress, it is not difficult for Shumei to see that this is another rich master, and she and them are not the same kind of people anyway.

As the saying goes, things are cohesive, people are divided into groups, Wen Cai has such a good girlfriend, he must not be far behind, she is also happy for Wen Cai, the old aunt's dream of Jackie Chan has finally come true.

"Thank you!"

Wencai did him a great favor, and he really couldn't repay him, he didn't know what to say except thank her. Fortunately, this Qing Ke still understood Wencai's approach and didn't quarrel with him, otherwise he would really be a sinner!

A few days after the operation, Qing Ke still felt funny and often came to the hospital to see Shumei. But after a few more times, as soon as the freshness passed, she stopped running to the hospital, and even if she couldn't see Wencai, she didn't want to come to this place full of the smell of disinfectant again.

Shumei's operation was successful, and Wencai began to return to the company to take care of the company normally, and only came to visit her in the hospital after work. However, the chemotherapy fee and hospitalization fee were all paid in advance.

Ten days later......

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of Shumei's matchmaking, Shumei's recovery after surgery was good, and after the stitches were removed, the doctor called Wencai to the office.

"The postoperative recovery is good, she can go home to recuperate, just come to the hospital for chemotherapy every three to four weeks, and then come to the hospital every six months for a reexamination, if there is no recurrence after five years, then she can live like a normal person."

"I see that she is not in a good mental state, can I let her recuperate in the hospital all the time? Will I wait until I finish chemotherapy before I am discharged from the hospital? ”

"Of course you can, but this chemotherapy has to be at least six or seven times, so it can be as little as three or four months, as much as half a year, or even longer, and the hospitalization fee is ......."

The doctor was a little heartbroken for Wencai, and his heart was painful for his money.

"As long as I can stay, I'll pay a month's hospitalization fee in advance later."

The patient was in a hurry to send money to the hospital, and the doctor couldn't refuse, so he had to satisfy Wen Cai's unreasonable approach.

Wen Cai paid the hospitalization fee in advance for a month before returning to the ward.

Shumei was lying on the hospital bed, her complexion was better than a few days ago, but her mood seemed to be extremely bad.

"Shumei, what's wrong? After removing the stitches, after a few chemotherapy treatments, you can be like a normal person, you should be happy, why are you still sad? ”

"No, no, no, didn't the doctor say that you can be discharged? Let's go now! I'll go see the old lady by the way. ”

Shumei found her clothes from under the pillow, and as she spoke, she wanted to go to the toilet to change her clothes and prepare to be discharged from the hospital.

"You can't be discharged."

"What? Is it the condition that has worsened? ”

Looking at Wen Cai's serious face, Shumei suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

"No, you see that the wind is blowing down, I will pay the hospitalization fee for another month, and after your first chemotherapy, I will be discharged from the hospital depending on the situation."

"Wencai, why are you so good to me, how can you let me pay off my debts like this, I already owe you too much."

Wen Cai himself can't say why, anyway, he just can't help it.

"Alright! Stay in peace! I'm going back to the company, let Liu Jiang stay in the hospital to take care of you. ”

Wen Cai pressed Shumei, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, back to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and walked out of the ward door.

During her time in the hospital, Shumei felt like a child, and Wencai was the adult who took care of her, and she enjoyed being taken care of since she was born.

Before Wen Cai returned to the ward, she lay on the bed and secretly lifted her shirt, glanced at her wounds, and at a glance, she was so frightened that she quickly put down the corner of her clothes.

She lay on the bed, the scar lingering in her head, like a shadow. Her expression was extremely painful, she couldn't accept this wound at all, and she was more afraid of this wound that would make her look at it and be scared.

Wen just came in and saw this scene, not that she was in a bad mood, but that she was in shock.

After Wencai left, Shumei sneaked into the toilet alone, unbuttoned the button on her chest, and the big scar appeared in the mirror on the toilet wall.

In an instant, tears fell down, thinking that he had really gotten rid of his illness and could really go back to the way he was before, and live a good life with Boyi.

Now it seems that it is nothing more than a mirage, visible but untouchable.

With such a ghostly appearance, even if you look at yourself, you may have nightmares, let alone Boyi.

She thought she had regained her life, but looking at this indelible scar, she cried heartbreakingly, and her tears were like beads of broken threads, snapping and falling.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at herself in the mirror again, turned around, slid down on the ground, clasped her hands on her knees, buried her head in her arms, and let her tears flow freely.

She had never felt so helpless, so painful. Even when I know that my life is short, I am only more afraid than sad. At this time, her heart was even more uncomfortable than ten thousand arrows piercing her heart, and this kind of mental torture was thousands of times more painful than physical pain.

If you really die, then you can't see it, and all pain, whether it's happiness, will return to dust. But she is still alive, she is not a ghost or a ghost, a woman who is incomplete and physically incomplete, what qualifications do you have to give happiness to others, and what qualifications do you have to ask for happiness from others.

Her existence is a mistake, harming others and herself, not only making herself miserable, but also dragging down Bo Yi's life.

At this moment, her heart was painful and chaotic, and she even thought that she should not live, should not covet the charity of literary talents, and forcibly fight against fate.

Liu Jiang sent Wencai back to the company, and according to Wencai's request, he returned to the hospital to take care of Shumei, and when he returned to the hospital, he did not see Shumei in the ward. Hearing Shumei's cry in the toilet, he was so anxious that he slammed the door of the toilet.

"Sister Shumei, Sister Shumei, are you in there? Are you okay? You must not do anything stupid, if something comes out and says, you have just had surgery, and it is not good for your health to be so emotional. If you are unhappy, just come out and tell me, and I will help you solve your problems. ”

Liu Jiang kept shouting outside the door, he was afraid that Shumei would have three longs and two shorts, one was that it was not easy to explain to Wencai, and the other was that this was also a fresh life after all! He couldn't just watch Shumei have an accident and sit idly by.

"Brother Liu, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, I just want to be alone and quiet."

Liu Jiang was also kind, Shumei had no reason to ignore him, she sobbed and replied to Liu Jiang.

"Okay, I'm at the door, call me if you have anything. If you don't come out, I'll promise to go outside the ward and not disturb your rest. ”

"Brother Liu, I'm really fine, just put your heart back in your stomach!"

Shumei repeatedly emphasized that she was fine, and Liu Jiang was not good to say any more, so he brought the stool to the door of the toilet, sat on the stool, and leaned against the wall to nap. He thought to himself that if he heard what was going on inside, he would break down the door.

Shumei cried indulgently while thinking about it, and she didn't come out of the toilet until she was exhausted from crying and her tears dried up.

Liu Jiang woke up violently when he heard the sound.

"Sister Shumei, are you out?"

"Brother Liu, if you're tired, go to bed and rest for a while! I'm tired and want to sleep for a while. ”

Before Liu Jiang could respond, Shumei had already returned to the hospital bed, curled up in the bed, like a puppy abandoned by her owner, her whole body trembling.

When Wencai was away, she thought about heaven and earth, and looked bitter and hateful. If Wencai came to visit her, she tried her best to squeeze out a smile and deliberately pretended to be happy, not wanting her unhappiness to affect Wencai.

In the past ten days, Bo Yi has been bedridden, and under Qianqian's careful care, his illness has not only not improved, but has become more and more serious.

Qianqian has to go to the town to open her doors to make money during the day, and go back to the village at night to take care of Boyi, and she is busy day and night.

She didn't want to toss back and forth like this, but if she didn't make money, she could only sit and eat, just to afford her own food, drink, housing and transportation, and she could barely hold on for a while. But at present, what she has to maintain is Boyi, Xiao Youchen and the living expenses of the three of herself, and she also has to bear Boyi's medical expenses.

Bo Yi has no income and is sick in bed, if there is no charcoal in the snow, he can't imagine what his life will be like.

After the stitches were removed, she had no choice but to stay in the three weeks of chemotherapy, and Shumei's hair began to fall out one by one because of the chemotherapy.

Because of the various complications caused by chemotherapy, Shumei was tortured to the point of not being human. She was even thinner than before, and her entire body, except for the skeleton, was left with a human skin.

At this time, Shumei, I'm afraid she doesn't even dare to look at herself! Not to mention the yellow face, sunken eyes, the cheeks are still sunken because of emaciation, and there is not a single hair left on the head, and the light is shining.

She was like a living mummy, no different from a mummy except for the ability to breathe.