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Her days are numbered 12

Fu Peizhi looked at the gathered family with great relief, took a deep breath and said: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for being able to have this meal with me today. This is the first time in so many years that our family has sat together

Having a meal together, I, I am really happy and happy. Thank you, really." Fu Peizhi was so excited that she burst into tears.

"Mom, what are you talking about as a family?" Huangfu Xiao patted Fu Peizhi on the shoulder, "From now on, we will eat with you every day. There are still many days left."

"Axiao, it was all my fault in the past. It was my mother who was too selfish, which caused you and Wanwan to suffer so much. I really don't want you to be able to come back and sit here today and talk to me.

I know what to say. Thank you, thank you. Mom is already dying, and now I can have this opportunity to be with you. Even if I die soon, I have no regrets." Fu Peizhi looked a little excited,

Becoming incoherent.

Wanwan looked at Fu Peizhi with a sad look on her face, not knowing how to comfort her.

Huangfu Xiao naturally felt uncomfortable when he heard that Fu Peizhi always talked about death.

Huangfushan was even more uncomfortable. These days, she didn't stay at home very much every day and deliberately ignored her mother's existence. However, she never thought that her mother would be in the late stage of lung cancer. Her fate in life was really uncertain.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Fujie reached out and grabbed Fu Peizhi's hand, looking at her with gentle eyes, "Now that medicine is so prosperous and advanced, we won't just watch you leave like this. In a few days

, you should be hospitalized for treatment."

"No need." Fu Peizhi shook her head and thought clearly, "No matter how prosperous and developed medicine is, it is helpless in the face of cancer. I don't want to spend my last days in the hospital every day, and I don't want to smell those medicines."

The smell of water, don’t do chemotherapy every day, it’s better to kill me now.”

After entering the hospital, she could predict her future, and then she would feel that she was really only one step away from death.

She wanted to take advantage of this period to do something good to make up for the mistakes she had made, and also to arrange her family's future life.

People are so strange. When they suddenly face death, they realize that there are many things that they have not had time to complete. When they are alive, they always feel that they have enough time and it is not in the way.

"Mom, listen to Dad and get hospital treatment. Although there may not be 100% hope, we still have to give it a try." Huangfu Xiao persuaded him. In fact, he knew very well that even if he was hospitalized, there would be no chance of treatment.

It is just a routine procedure to wait for the verdict of death. At most, it can be postponed for a few days by long-term chemotherapy. In the end, it is still treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

"That's it, everyone has their own life, and you don't need to persuade me. I have thought about it very clearly. I don't want to waste the rest of my life in the hospital. I will be really sorry. I think

I'll be satisfied if I stay at home, cook for you and chat with you every day." Fu Peizhi was very stubborn and smiled elegantly.
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