Shen Jiming didn't know how he got out of the hospital.

Standing at the door of the hospital, he couldn't open his eyes from the strong sunlight.

In the midst of the confusion, he walked along the sidewalk, his mind completely blank, not knowing what he was doing or where he was.

For a person, this is definitely a nightmare like death.

And he is only twenty-three years old this year, just graduated a year, it is a good time to be young, it is the beginning of his life.

"Am I going to die...... Hehe...... Am I really going to die......" Shen Jiming walked to the middle of the road with a demented smirk on his face.

"Crunch~~" A car braked sharply in front of Shen Jiming, but under the huge impact, Shen Jiming was still knocked to the ground.

The driver's face turned pale with fright, and he gasped for a long time and opened the car door and came down, but saw Shen Jiming get up with a grunt, still walking towards the front with a stupid face.

"Nima is a melon baby, scared to death!"

The driver saw Shen Jiming walk to the sidewalk again, and then he let out a long breath and restarted the car and left quickly.

"Hey, Shen Jiming, why are you here?" a soft female voice sounded in his ears.

In a daze, Shen Jiming looked up blankly and saw a delicate cheek.

"Xia Wenwen?" Shen Jiming's confused head suddenly sobered up a lot.

"I was working in the supermarket next to me, and I saw you walking on the road like you had lost your soul just now, so I caught up and took a look, is it really you? What's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly? Do you want to go to the hospital to have a look!" Xia Wenwen asked with concern.

Shen Jiming smiled bitterly and raised the checklist in his hand and said, "I just came out of the hospital!"

"What did the doctor say? Did you prescribe medicine? You go back to rest first, I'll come back from work early in the evening to cook and call you to eat! Oops...... Shen Jiming, wake up quickly......"

Before Xia Wenwen finished speaking, Shen Jiming felt a bang in his head as if something had exploded, and suddenly the sky was spinning, and he fell directly into Xia Wenwen's arms as soon as it was dark.

By the time he woke up again, it was already dark.

He was lying on his bed, still covered with a quilt, the light was on in the room, Xia Wenwen seemed to be busy in the kitchen, listening to the sound of Ding Lingdang pots and bowls colliding.

Shen Jiming sat up, he suddenly felt like there was something more in his head, vaguely like he could see a phantom the size of a pigeon's egg, but the pain in his head disappeared cleanly, and his body seemed to become much more relaxed, and he also found that as long as he paid attention to his head, he could immediately see the phantom, but as long as he was not focused, he couldn't see it.

"What is this, is it that tumor growing in my head?"

"But why can I see it myself? It's so unscientific!"

After repeating it a few times, Shen Jiming felt that this might be an illusion caused by his fear of brain cancer, because it was impossible for him to see what was in his head unless he achieved an inward vision like the one in Xiuzhen's novel.

But introspection is only a storyline in a novel after all, and he has never heard of it in real life.

Shen Jiming shook his head and found that it really didn't hurt anymore, so he got out of bed and put on his slippers and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, are you awake? Why are you up?

Xia Wenwen looked like a long Wenwen was weak, but he could cook, and he was frying vegetables in an apron at this time, and Shen Jiming, who was stimulated by the fragrance, was rumbling in his stomach.

"It's so fragrant, you can even cook?" Shen Jiming walked into the kitchen, staring at the dishes in the pot and swallowing his saliva.

He had eaten a bowl of noodles since the morning, and as soon as he woke up, he immediately felt hungry.

And he felt that he was in very good health, and his head didn't hurt anymore, so he wondered if the hospital had really done a wrong test.

Seeing that Shen Jiming couldn't wait, Xia Wenwen quickly brought the meal to the living room and put it on the old coffee table.

A dish of shredded pork with green peppers, a cucumber with garlic, an egg soup with tomatoes, and a plate of stir-fried rape.

Although it is a few simple dishes, it is also a feast in Shen Jiming's eyes, because he usually doesn't eat stir-fried vegetables at all, steamed buns and pickled vegetable porridge in the morning, a box lunch at noon, and usually fried rice or noodles in the evening, the most important thing is that he is not very good at cooking, and he has no time to cook, and it is usually past eleven o'clock at night when he goes home after his part-time job.

"Hmm~ It's delicious, it's delicious!It's so delicious!" Shen Jiming was like a hungry ghost who had been hungry for hundreds of years released from a starvation prison, his hands kept shaving rice and vegetables, and the appearance of gobbling up made Xia Wenwen feel incredible.

After more than ten minutes, Shen Jiming finally put down the big soup bowl with tomato egg soup with both hands, and then touched his mouth and leaned on the sofa and hummed.

Most of the dishes went into his stomach, and he ate three bowls of rice.

And after a meal, he was sweating profusely, and Shen Jiming felt that all his previous abnormal symptoms had disappeared, and his body was very good.

Xia Wenwen only ate a small bowl of rice, and he didn't eat much of the dishes, looking at Shen Jiming leaning on the sofa, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"You've eaten too much, eat slowly in the future, be careful that your stomach breaks!" Xia Wenwen said as he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Hiccup~ Okay, the main thing is that the food you cook is so delicious!" Shen Jiming said embarrassedly with a full burp.

Xia Wenwen went to wash the dishes, Shen Jiming leaned on the sofa and began to look at the shadow in his head, and slowly felt that it was not an illusion, and it seemed that something was flowing slowly, like a mist, which made him feel more and more weird.

And after a meal, he also wanted to open.

Regardless of whether it is brain cancer or not, he must hide this matter, and as for treatment, Shen Jiming didn't think too much about it, and waited for a few days to go to Huaxi for a check-up and then see the results.

Even if it's really brain cancer, you have to keep going, at least wait until your mother's surgery is done before you die, I hope you can last that long!

Thinking of death at this time, Shen Jiming didn't have the panic and fear he had just opened, but was very bland, as if the word death was very far away from him.

"Have a cup of tea!"

Xia Wenwen came out of the kitchen and put a steaming cup of tea in front of Shen Jiming.

A brand-new porcelain cup, floating with green tea leaves and pink and white petals, exudes a curling fragrance.

Shen Jiming looked at Xia Wenwen suspiciously.

Not to mention that he didn't have a teacup, even tea, he never bought it, and he never drank tea at home.

"At this time, I bought it back from the supermarket, and the tea is too, I don't know what tea you like and what kind of tea, so I just bought a bag casually!" Xia Wenwen was a little at a loss under Shen Jiming's gaze.

"Thank you!" Shen Jiming knew that no matter how much he said, he couldn't withstand the concern of others, and a thousand words could only become such a simple three words.