Qin Bai learned, money was white, this son was raising.

I can't say that it is far more difficult than I think.

Finally, hung up the phone, but still did n’t worry about the good news, and said nothing.

With a long sigh, I called Nan Xuan's phone again, and he picked it up in a daze, and I was awakened by the sound of falling asleep.

"Don't pick me up, I can't go for the time being ..."

Nan Xuan woke up: "What do you mean?"

I told him Yan Shuang's statement that he was quiet and asked, "Did you tell Ran Qingzhuang about your illness?"

I looked at the direction of the eyebrow house, and it was clearly far away, and I still unconsciously lowered my voice.

"Why do I tell him? I know you are worried about me and want me to actively treat the counter -illness, but I really ... after being deeply thoughtful, not blindly giving up treatment blindly."

When I learned that I was sick, I checked a lot of information on the Internet, and I was very clear about the terrible part of this disease.

I know Nan Xuan as a friend and he has a hard time accepting my imminent death.He didn't want me to give up, he wanted me to fight to the end.

However, my person still failed than to experience a long time of resistance to the end. I was more willing to choose to accept that I would fail from the beginning.

"My tumor growth site is special, the removal is difficult, the prognosis is poor, and the recurrence rate is high. If surgery is performed, it will damage the brain function area. And the postoperative survival of this tumor is only two years under the best treatment. "

If it is only the burden of others, it is better not to survive than the beginning.

"Nan Xuan, I'd rather spend the last few months with dignity than die in bed without dignity and pain."

After listening to my words, Nan Xuan did not speak for a long time.

I comforted him, and the tone was brisk: "My course is not developing quickly, maybe I can live for another year and a half."

"Don't say that..." Nan Xuan said in a bitter tone, "Don't say that."

I closed my mouth and stopped talking more.

Nan Xuan slowed down after a while and told me that he would respect my choice, but if I need any help from him, I hope I don't be stingy and call him as much as possible.

Knowing that he was accepting reality, I promised him with a smile: "Okay."

Ran Qingzhuang resumed amazingly, and he was able to hold the wall down a week. Yan Shuang intends to transfer us to the safe house and notify us to pack our luggage one day in advance.

Even the clothes and shoes were bought by the mobile phone, and there was nothing to clean up. I didn't take medicine for many days, so I wanted to go forward to match, and I said to Ran Qingzhuang that I would buy food for convenience stores.

Doctor Wu still remembers me, which was a bit surprised to my current situation.

"It's just intermittent blindness, nothing else? Is the headache exacerbated?" He asked.

I shook my head: "No."

He hissing, opened the list, and asked me to make magnetic resonance again.

After the inspection, he looked at the image map in the computer and squinted, and said, "The original size, there is no change."

As soon as I heard it, it seemed to be a good thing: "Can I live a few more months?"

"Can you say that?" Doctor Wu said, "Do you still do not intend to treat it?"

"The surgery is too risky."

He shook his head and said helplessly: "You patients, you always want 100% protection, but how is that possible? Surgery is all risky."

He gave me the medicine in two strokes, and asked me to come for a follow-up every two weeks.

I took the prescription, thanked him and left the clinic.

The convenience store bought two boxes of chocolates, dismantled the medicine box, and threw the list into the trash can. The medicine bottle could be stuffed into the pocket of the pocket, but not in the bag of the convenience store, so as not to arouse Ran Qingzhuang's suspicion.

Walking towards the inpatient building, I took a short cut, and when I passed through the hospital garden, I met Fu Ci in the same place as last time.

He looked better, and his face was not so thin. He was sitting in a wheelchair alone, watching fish by the pond.

It's not accurate to say that, he just held his cheeks and stared boredly at the carp that constantly surfaced in the pond, scrambling to beg for food.

He was on the road that I had to pass by, and it was considered a one-sided relationship, so it seemed impolite to walk over so quietly.

Thinking, I took the initiative to go up to say hello.

He heard the voice and looked over, his eyes wandered over my face for a long time before he remembered who I was.

"Are you seeing a doctor again?" He glanced at the bag in my hand.

"No, my friend is hospitalized, and I came to see him." I subconsciously concealed my condition.

"Oh." He looked back at the water, as if he wasn't going to talk to me anymore.

I glanced at his gloomy profile again, and was about to lift his legs to leave when he suddenly spoke, and the topic jumped to the point that I almost couldn't keep up.

"I used to raise fish, Arowana. It is very aggressive, and a fish can only be raised in one tank, which is completely different from these carp. You said that they were trapped in a small container, watched and raised all day long, don't they? Don't you feel sick?"

I have never raised fish, so I don't know how to answer him. And even if the fish feel sick, what if they get a psychiatrist?

"Maybe it's good to get used to it," I said.

He sneered, nodded and said, "Yes, once you get used to it, you won't feel anything."

He was there last time I came, this time he was still there, and he said something so pessimistic and miserable, which made me a little curious.

"Are you... sick?"

Hearing this, he turned his face slightly and looked at me with a smile that was not a smile.

I was shocked and embarrassed to say: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

He wasn't angry, but looked quite happy: "No, it's not sick." He ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his pale chest, "I'm healed."