Let's just assume that she didn't want to be sued by Yang Sifang to the court, saying that she didn't support her parents.

The next day, she went for a kidney-matched screening, and the results took five days to come out.

Regarding money, she didn't say anything to Ruan Jianglin, her self-esteem was troublesome, and she didn't want to bow her head this time.

She called Gu Jiaming, and she had a turnover of 20,000 yuan, and she could survive a few days, she wanted to wait for the matching results to come out, and then she would consider the follow-up, but it was really not good for her to raise a donation.

Yang Sifang's expenses for a day in the hospital are very high, like a bottomless pit, no matter how much you fill the hole, you can't fill the hole.

She still had a wound on her forehead, and every time she went to take care of Yang Sifang, the two of them were speechless.

She watched as the woman died of pain in her hospital bed, as if she were so thin that only a skeleton remained.

Obviously they are already so weak, but they are still so vicious when they speak.

Jiang Yan feels that people like Yang Sifang are like a rotten dog skin, which can suck the blood on your body dry if you stick it.

That afternoon, Jiang Yan sat on the edge of her hospital bed and peeled an apple for her.

Yang Sifang's eyes were hollow, and she kept staring at the ceiling for a long time before she asked slowly: "Jiang Yan, will you give me money to treat me?" ”

Her voice was very hoarse, probably from the time of chemotherapy, and her voice was hoarse, like an old witch written in a fairy tale, a little crazy.

Jiang Yan paused for the fruit knife in his hand, and then said indifferently: "No." ”

"Do you hate me?" She asked again.

"It's not worth it."

Hate? I still hate it.

Her tone was too indifferent, as if she were answering someone who didn't matter to her.

She handed the peeled apple to Yang Sifang, but Yang Sifang didn't take it, so Jiang Yan put it on the cabinet next to her, and she could reach out and get it.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that Jiang Yan left the ward, and she had to go to get the matching report.

When she entered, there were still patients in the attending doctor's office, and she waited outside for a while, and when she was done, she went in.

The doctor said, "Unfortunately, you are not a good match for Ms. Yang Sifang. ”

The probability of finding a suitable kidney source is very small, and it is not regrettable or regretful.

The attending doctor said that if she was relieved, there would always be a chance for treatment.

Is kidney cancer compared to lung cancer and pancreatic cancer? Stomach cancer and other diseases can be regarded as diseases with a slightly better cure rate.

Jiang Yan listened to it in his ears, and he didn't feel comforted at all.

She was about to leave when she heard a commotion outside, and the people in the hallway had gathered.

The elevator door is blocked.

As soon as she went out, she heard an aunt say, "Did someone jump off the building?" I just thought I was dazzled, and it fell from my eyes, I dripping a mother, alas, scared to death! ”

"Yes! It seems to have jumped from the fifteenth floor. ”

"No wonder, that floor is for cancer! If you can cure a few of them, probably because you don't want to drag down your family! ”

"It's a woman, isn't it?"

"Yes, look at the radiotherapy, it's so thin!"

Jiang Yan was in a trance, picked up the crowd and ran downstairs, he was in such a hurry that he twisted his foot and limped downstairs.

The security guards have already pulled up the yellow fence, people are crowded, most of them are watching the excitement, adults are covering the eyes of children, some are exclaiming, some are regretting.

The skinny skeletal woman lay in a pool of blood, her bones crooked, her head twisted in half a circle.

The doctors carried the stretcher out of it, and the noise was loud, coaxing Jiang Yan's ears, and her otitis media seemed to have flare-up again.

Like a needle, piercing her eardrums.

There was an indescribable cramping pain in her heart, she seemed to be sad, she even trembled her hands and feet, her lips trembled, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

She knelt on the ground, looking at Yang Sifang's corpse, she was a little weak, as if she had fallen into a sea of chaos, drowning all her breath.

Falling from the fifteenth floor, Yang Sifang was determined to die, and made up her mind to end herself.

Sure enough, as she wished, she died on the spot.

Jiang Yan hated her, he treated her badly when she was alive, and even if she died, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

The apples that Jiang Yan had peeled before leaving were still neatly placed on the cabinet, and after oxidation, they had turned black and yellow.

She threw it in the trash.

She handed over the body to the morgue for cremation, leaving a jar of ashes when she gave it to her.

After dealing with Yang Sifang's widow, Jiang Yan was completely ill, she burned very badly, and in order to prevent herself from dying quietly, she crawled to the hospital almost in the middle of the night.

She had a dream, and there was Yang Sifang in the dream, which was not as bad as in reality.

But it was still a nightmare for her, but it was a nightmare to dream of Yang Sifang.

She couldn't even sleep soundly when she had a fever.

She slept from midnight to day, and occasionally the nurse would come close to give her fluids.

She was groggy from a burn, her head was cloudy, and she still had drips in her hands, and she didn't know when the drips had been finished, and the blood had begun to flow back.

The aunt on the side saw it and hurriedly rang the bell for her, and the nurse came in to change her fluid.

She hadn't even said "thank you", and the aunt had already left with her son after the infusion.

It was about six or seven o'clock in the evening that she woke up hazy and looked at the screen of her mobile phone.

Not a single text message, not a single phone call.

Her hospital bed was close to the window, and she wrapped her down jacket tightly with her hands, but the wind would still blow in, penetrating into her heart, and shivering with cold.

Outside, the sky was gray and hazy, as if it was covered with a layer of gray steps, and it was almost night.

Looking at the empty room, the curtains were blown from time to time, and she seemed to be alone in a barren place, and it was like a piece of ups and downs, deep and shallow, and she didn't know where to float.

She and Ruan Jianglin haven't been in touch for more than a month this time, and there is not a single text message or phone call between them.

At this moment, where is he singing every night?

After three days in the hospital, her continuous high temperature had a downward trend, and the nurse said that seeing her so indifferent, she thought that she did not care about her body at all.

In fact, she cared a lot, and she had been worried that she would burn into pneumonia.

She was still young and didn't want to die early.

She's been going on a lot lately, but she's taken a leave of absence from school and she's not in a hurry to go back.

Professor Qian was the first to send her a letter of condolence, and she politely replied with a "thank you".

Gu Jiaming also called her to ask about the situation, but she didn't say much clearly, just said that the person was dead.

Gu Jiaming was silent for a long time before he said that she should mourn, they are all people who are not very good at words.

After hanging up the phone, she pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, but the more she laughed, the more bitter she became.

After she was discharged from the hospital, she returned to Beicheng and stayed at home all day, sitting in front of the window, always in a trance.

(End of chapter)