Every Friday, Ke Qinghe has to go back to the hospital for a routine checkup. He had his own doctor, Dr. Chan, a doctor who was about his age. For some reason, every time I see him, I feel a little strange, probably because I was in contact with Dr. Luo before sleeping, and they seem to have similar personalities, but they are not the same person at all.

As always, Dr. Chan will prescribe different medicines according to his condition after carefully checking Ke Qinghe's examination report.

"Mr. Ke, how did you feel after the last time you changed to a new drug?" Dr. Chan asked with a gentle smile.

"Hmm...... I don't feel anything. Ke Qinghe really didn't have any special feelings, except for occasional nausea and fatigue, he himself felt that his consciousness was slowly degrading.

"According to our report, your symptoms are now leveling off, are you willing to proceed with the next step of treatment?"

"What's next?"

"Yes, we're going to inject the drug and hit the cells directly."

"This ......" Ke Qinghe hesitated.

"Mr. Ke, please rest assured." Dr. Chan explained with a smile, "Technology is already quite advanced, and so is medicine, and all our work has gone through a lot of preliminary preparation, so it can ensure safety and effectiveness." ”

Ke Qinghe clearly felt his hesitation for the first time, if it was before, he would definitely ask for it immediately, but now he was at a loss.

"Mr. Ke, do you still have any doubts?" Dr. Chan closed the checkbook, "As long as you are willing to do this program, it will be of great help to your physical recovery." ”

"No, no, no." Ke Qinghe replied to him, "That's not what I'm thinking about. ”

"What's that?"

Ke Qinghe glanced away and found a reason to prevaricate him: "You know, the previous dormancy project has cost me a lot of money, and I don't have a job now, so I have to think more about what to do next than before." ”

"Hmm." Dr. Chen nodded in understanding, "Mr. Ke, we respect your choice, if you decide to do this project, you can let us know as soon as possible, and we can arrange it for you as soon as possible." ”

"Okay, okay." Ke Qinghe stood up and prepared to leave the consultation room.

"Dr. Chen, you don't have to send me. I can walk on my own. ”

"We'll see you next week, Mr. Nako."

After saying goodbye to Dr. Chen, Lucy was waiting for him outside the office, already with the week's medication.

"Mr. Ke, your medicine has been changed." Lucy reminded him.

"Oh yes." Ke Qinghe replied to her casually and continued to walk forward, "Dr. Chen has already told me. ”

Lucy followed him with the pill and didn't say anything more. followed Ke Qinghe out of the hospital and went all the way back in the direction of home.

"Mr. Ke, do you need me to help you drive?"

"No, no, no." Ke Qinghe refused, "I can still do this, I don't want to make myself feel like a waste." ”

"Wasted?" Lucy asked.

Ke Qinghe saw Lucy's puzzled eyes in the rearview mirror and laughed: "It's just a metaphor, I just want to find something to do for myself." ”

"Oh." Lucy sat upright and didn't look out the window.

Ke Qinghe glanced at her several times, and couldn't help but ask her, "Do you think these medicines are useful for me?" ”

Lucy looked at him, showing incomprehension.

"I'm asking, do you think I can survive with these pills?" Ke Qinghe said, "Still I can't live whether I take these medicines or not?" ”

Lucy glanced down at the medicine bag in her hand, and through the various pills inside, she could tell what kind of medicine it was and what disease it was aimed at.

She raised her head and replied, "Mr. Ke, you don't need to take these medicines." ”

"Oh?" Ke Qinghe glanced at her again, "Why?" My illness can't be cured? ”

"It's not." Lucy replied earnestly, "These pills are not meant to treat your condition. ”

"What?" Ke Qinghe was startled, almost skewed his direction, he looked at Lucy incredulously, "Then what are these medicines for?" ”

"These pills are just to maintain your basic condition. Nothing will change. ”

"That'...... Do I still have cancer? ”

"Yes."

"Yes? Then why didn't you treat me? Ke Qinghe became more and more incomprehensible.

"I want you to try a new treatment."

Ke Qinghe was stunned for a moment, indeed, Dr. Chen proposed a new treatment plan with him, but he hadn't thought about whether to accept it, was it because of this to give him drugs that had no effect? Ke Qinghe said that he couldn't understand, could it be that the hospital is also a pit now, and he should be allowed to jump into it after digging it?

"Mr. Ke, you seem to be very unhappy."

"yes, am I happy now?" Ke Qinghe sneered, "It's better to tell me directly, if it can't be cured, let me wait to die at any time, how happy it is!" ”

"You can choose it this way."

Ke Qinghe looked at Lucy's calm expression at the moment through the rearview mirror, and the incomprehensibility in his eyes made him feel a chill again.

"Why do you say that?"

"Mr. Ke, you know I can't lie." Lucy replied to him, "Whether you take medicine or not, your illness is already like this, in-depth treatment may improve, but it is a waste of more time, energy and money, if you think it is worth it, you can continue to invest." ”

Ke Qinghe raised his eyebrows, his heart was full of feelings, but Lucy's words were even more pertinent than a human's words at the moment.

"Modern medicine is developing so fast, it's not difficult to overcome cancer."

"Yes, as long as you're willing to take the risk." Lucy looked at him, "All diseases have two sides, one is healing, and the other is deterioration. The success rate is increasing, but the mortality rate has never decreased. ”

"Ahh Ke Qinghe slapped the steering wheel, "What you said made me so desperate!" ”

Lucy lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ke. ”

"No need to apologize." Ke Qinghe laughed instead, "I'm just saying that, as early as twenty years ago, I was mentally prepared, to die or not to die, it was just a matter of time, not to mention that now I ......"

Ke Qinghe's words came to his mouth, and he swallowed again, and suddenly felt that his nose was a little sour. Lucy, who was behind him, was still waiting for him to finish this sentence, and did not react accordingly in time.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ke Qinghe covered his past with a smile, "That's it." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ke."

……

When delivering Lucy to the door, Ke Qinghe did not get out of the car, but continued to stay in the car.

"Mr. Ke, do you still want to go out?" Lucy asked.

"yes." Ke Qinghe replied, "I want to go out for a ride." ”

Lucy didn't stop him, just looked at him.

"Since I don't care whether I take these medicines or not, then I won't take them." He said to Lucy.

Lucy smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Ke." ”

Ke Qinghe beckoned Lucy to come in and wait for him, and he drove in the other direction.

The car shuttled between the elevated highway and the building, but he remembered the unfinished sentence in his heart, maybe time is really nothing to him. He had thought that he would be able to live a little longer to see Shi Lan or their children, but now he had nothing, and he didn't even know what kind of existence he was.

He said to the car, "Please help me connect Aya." ”

"Okay."

The car's Bluetooth has connected him to Aya's social account through his mobile phone, and they have opened voice chat.

"Hello?" Aya's lazy voice appeared on the other end, "Mr. Ke, are you going to ask me for a drink or a meal?" ”

"Huh." Ke Qinghe laughed, "Ask you for coffee, are you free?" ”

"Okay."

"Then I'll pick you up now."

……

Aya was waiting for Ke Qinghe on the side of the road in front of the apartment, her movements were much faster than Ke Qinghe imagined, she originally thought that she always had to dress up, so Ke Qinghe didn't drive very fast, but was a little embarrassed to let a beautiful woman stand on the side of the road and wait for him.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting for me." Ke Qinghe said with a smile.

"No, I just arrived." Aya returned a sweet smile.

"Don't you have to go to work?" Ke Qinghe glanced at the time.

"Hmm...... I'm a freelancer. Aya replied, "Most of the time, I work from home. ”

"Working from home?" Ke Qinghe guessed, "Is it related to engaging in art?" ”

"Ha, you're smart." Aya laughs and says, "I'm a painter. ”

"No wonder he has an extraordinary temperament."

"No kidding." Aya brushed the hair on her forehead, "I've drawn fakes. ”

"Fakes?" Ke Qinghe was a little surprised.

"Yes, imitating the handwriting of famous artists."

"That's piracy." Ke Qinghe took a breath, "Do you make money?" ”

"It's very profitable." Aya doesn't shy away from it.

"Then why don't you create?"

"It takes time to create, it's a lot of work, and no one wants to buy a nobody's painting." Aya shrugged her shoulders.

"Then to copy such a famous painting, you can just use a machine, perfect copy."

"No, no, no." Aya shook her head, "Not everything is perfectly copied, some people will deliberately have some flaws to look like the real thing." They still like paintings that feel like they are real, but they are not real, which is not the same as looking at an exact copy. ”

"Tsk." Ke Qinghe shook his head incomprehensibly, "Then I really don't understand what those people are pursuing." ”

"Who knows, if there is money to be made anyway, I will draw."

"Yes, now that handicraft is scarce, it does make money."

"Haha." Aya leaned against the window and laughed, "It seems that compared to robots, it is not bad to have a skill." ”

"Perhaps, machines can imitate human logic, but they can't completely imitate thinking, after all, humans are advanced animals, especially women, and they can never guess." Ke Qinghe looked at the road in front of him with a smile and said silently.

"Are you complimenting women?" Aya squinted at him.

"Haha, whatever!"