Song Mi's expression froze. It turned out that he heard everything she asked word for word.

She naively thought he didn't hear her.

For a moment, Song Mi could not react and could only stare at him blankly.

Normally, Tan Xize's gaze would be cold and cold, but it was different now. The gaze he looked at her had a kind of lustrous softness, which made his dark eyes sparkle, no longer cold.

He chuckled and teased her: "Did you dream about me?"

Song Mi's heartbeat was pounding, and after choking for a moment, she tentatively asked him carefully: "What if I say yes?"

"..."

"Will dreams come true?"

Tan Xize didn't seem to expect that she would ask this. He was a little startled, then a smile spread from his lips: "What do you think."

From Song Mi's point of view, she didn't dare to have delusions, but she still had extravagant thoughts.

Everything is always possible.

After a silent meeting, Song Mi moved her body, lying on her side facing him, staring into his eyes and asked softly: "Mr. Tan, let me make a hypothesis, just a hypothesis, if you also like me, is it possible that we will meet?"

Together?"

"..."

This can be regarded as a kind of obvious temptation.

she thought.

Tan Xize no longer lay next to her hand, but sat up straight, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt that had slipped for her, and said warmly: "Yes, but not now, let alone here."

Song Mi was completely confused. What did his answer mean? She asked: "...Does it mean what I thought?"

"Yes."

Tan Xize answered clearly, with a smile in his eyes but a serious tone, "I'm not answering your hypothetical questions, but I'm making a promise to you."

At this time, Song Mi's remaining drowsiness was gone, and his brain suddenly woke up and began to secrete a large amount of dopamine.

Just now she got his promise.

She knew very well that he was a man of his word, and a promise was worth a fortune, and he would do what he said.

He made her a promise——

I will be with her, but not now, let alone here.

Song Mi felt his heart beat faster and his mind went blank for several seconds. His eyes flickered at him and asked, "Why?"

Why would you give her such a promise?

Tan Nishizawa misunderstood and thought he was asking him why it couldn't work now and here. He smiled slightly and said: "It's not romantic to start a relationship in the hospital. As for why not now, you will know later."

"..."

Song Mi lay on his side, put a palm under his face, shook his head and said, "I'm not asking that."

Tan Xize smiled: "What's the question?"

Song Mi noticed that there was a hint of tiredness in the man's brows and eyes. He must have been struggling to maintain his energy while talking to her, so he must be very tired.

Just such a moment.

She suddenly didn't want to ask further questions about the relationship between the two. She just wanted him to seize the time and rest for a while.

"fine."

Song Mi pointed to the place where he just lay down, "You should rest for a while, you have to go to work tomorrow."

After that, before dawn, the two of them didn't talk anymore. Song Mi asked Tan Xize to take a rest quickly, but she was the one who fell asleep first.

Tan Xize looked up at the liquid bottle hanging above and found that there was still one-fifth of the liquid left. He didn't dare to sleep anymore. He kept waiting until the liquid bottomed out. He called the nurse back to get the injection, and then took a nap again.

After a while.

After staying with Song Mi all night, Tan Xize left the hospital when the sky began to light up outside.

Bac Ninh Hospital is far away from Yingda's headquarters, and there are traffic jams during the morning rush hour. If he doesn't leave early, he will miss the meeting.

He did not wake Song Mi when he left the hospital.

Song Mi slept until nine in the morning. When she woke up, the bedside was empty. She glanced aside and noticed that Tan Xize had put away the tissues on the bench before leaving.

In the ward, two new patients were admitted, accompanied by their family members, and they were talking quietly.

Song Mi came out of the ward with her bag and mobile phone and took the elevator down to the first floor of the outpatient clinic. She waited in line for ten minutes at the registration window and registered for the Department of Gastroenterology.

Gastroscopy needs to be done on the seventh floor.

Song Mi had never had a gastroscopy before, and when she lay down, she specifically asked the doctor if it hurt. The doctor told her it didn't.

The gastroscopy was indeed not painful, but it was uncomfortable and nauseating. During this period, Song Mi would retching from time to time, and there was repeated pulling and discomfort in the upper abdomen, and she clearly felt that something was swimming in the stomach.

Twenty minutes later, Song Mi came out of the examination room with the gastroscopy report. The doctor who examined her asked her to take the report and go to the office at the end to find Dr. Li.

As he walked towards the end, Song Mi looked down at his phone and sent two WeChat messages to Tan Xize.

- Mr. Tan, it’s so uncomfortable to have a gastroscopy.

-I feel so sick...

After sending the message, Song Mi put his phone back into his bag. When he raised his head, he saw a man in a wheelchair at the end of the corridor.

On this day, she met 35-year-old Tan Wenzhou.

The man in the wheelchair was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. He had delicate facial features, a faint gloominess between his brows and eyes, his skin was a sickly white color, and he was so thin that his collarbone stood out, and his clothes seemed to be hanging on his skeleton.

He was sitting alone in his wheelchair, like a ghost in this corridor.

Song Mi couldn't help but slow down. She glanced at the man, and then looked at the door number next to him. The door number said Dr. Li, Department of Gastroenterology, with the rank of director.

There was a skylight at the end, and the man stood motionless and looked up outside. Outside the skylight was a gloomy sky, that lifeless gray, exactly the same as the color in the man's eyes.

I don't know what he is looking at, there is obviously nothing to see.

When Song Mi walked over and was about to pass the man and enter the consulting room, the man suddenly fell out of the wheelchair towards her and fell heavily at her feet.

Song Mi was startled and took a big step back.

The man was curled up on the ground, with a thin hospital gown clinging to his body, and obvious spines protruding from his back.

Being so thin can be scary.

Song Mi was stunned for two seconds, then moved the bag that was slumped in front of him to the back, squatted down, and reached out to help the man: "Sir, are you okay?"

The man gasped weakly. He raised his sickly face, but his lifeless eyes were very dark. He stared at Song Mi's face and gasped with difficulty: "...Please, can you help me back to the wheelchair?"

Up?"

"..."

"Okay, be careful." Song Mi reached out and took out the man's thin arm, but found that it was very heavy. Although the man was thin, he was tall, so the overall weight was not light.

After a lot of effort, Song Mi helped the man back into the wheelchair and sat up.

The man seemed extremely tired and kept panting slightly, his chest rising and falling. After he calmed down for a while, he took out his spectacles case from the pocket of his hospital gown and opened it.

Inside lay a pair of rimless glasses with gold-rimmed frames.

He put on his glasses, and his whole person was filled with a sickly coldness. Putting away the glasses case, he smiled slightly and said to Song Mi, "Thank you, little girl."

Song Mi politely said you're welcome.

The man glanced at the gastroscopy report in her hand and looked for a topic to chat with her: "Stomach discomfort?"

Song Mi hummed.

Helping her was just a matter of effort. She didn't want to chat more. She just wanted to go into the clinic to find Dr. Li quickly, so she said: "Then I will first..."

The words are not finished yet.

I heard the man say to himself: "You still have to take good care of your body, especially your stomach, and don't end up like me."

Like him?

This sentence somewhat aroused Song Mi's curiosity, and she asked: "Is your stomach problem serious?"

The man said two words calmly.

"Stomach cancer."

Song Mi opened her mouth and was so surprised that she didn't speak. Stomach cancer... She thought about it for a moment and then said: "Stomach cancer can be cured by surgery in its early stages. Are you considering surgery?"

"..."

The man covered his mouth and coughed twice, clasped his hands in front of him, looked at her and smiled weakly: "I can't do the operation, it has spread."

"..."

"I'll live for another half year at most."

Song Mi was kind-hearted by nature, and he couldn't bear to hear such suffering. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and said regretfully on his face: "Then you should try your best to live a happier life every day."
To be continued...