Zhong Qingye's words were neither soft nor hard, neither arrogant nor humble. They seemed soft but had a hidden edge. They were so impeccable that the old doctor had no choice but to put down the medical kit again and sat down opposite him. Zhong Qingye praised it.
With a smile, he walked to the door and locked the latch, then returned to the table and sat down.【】
The old doctor was the first to wonder: "Since the girl knew that I was capable, why didn't she let me leave? What on earth did the girl want to say to me?"
Zhong Qingye lowered his head slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and then said: "Old doctor, I hope you can guarantee that the conversation with me today will not be leaked to a third person, otherwise..."
"otherwise?"
Zhong Qingye raised his head and smiled brightly, but his tone was sincere. The mixed feeling was indescribably weird. "If a third person finds out, I can't guarantee your life, old doctor. Please believe me, I won't."
It is necessary to threaten you."
The old doctor took a sharp breath, his eyes with droopy eyelids were looking at Zhong Qingye motionlessly, his eyes seemed to be exploring something, Zhong Qingye also looked at him, the expression on his face was motionless, as perfect as a
A mask.
After a long time, the old doctor suddenly withdrew his eyes, let out a long sigh, lowered his head and said, "Oh... I'm getting old, and today's young people are getting more and more powerful. I, I, can't do anything anymore..."
Zhong Qingye just smiled and said nothing.
The old doctor slowly straightened his back and his face gradually became serious, "Girl, what do you want to say? Just say it."
Zhong Qingye curled his eyes and smiled. "I like people who are straightforward and smart, because this will save me a lot of time. What I want to ask is..." She put her hand on the table, her joints shrank slightly, and she spoke each word.
He paused and said, "How long can I live?"
The old doctor was obviously shocked, as if he never thought that Zhong Qingye was going to ask this question.
In fact, it's not surprising. In the eyes of outsiders, Zhong Qingye is just pale at best, but she is young and does not look like a terminally ill person. Although the old doctor knows her physical condition, he cannot accept such a problem for a while.
Ask it from the patient's mouth.
He still used such a calm tone, without any trace of panic or panic.
At that moment, the old doctor suddenly had a very absurd idea. He was wondering whether his diagnosis was wrong, and the beautiful girl in front of him actually knew medical care, and she knew that he had made a wrong diagnosis, so she deliberately used this method to laugh at him.
This thought flashed away and disappeared quickly. The old doctor had been practicing medicine for half his life, and he was still very confident in the basic skills of pulse diagnosis. He firmly believed that he would never make a mistake.
"Doctor? Doctor?!" Zhong Qingye stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, pulling him out of his wandering thoughts, and said with a smile: "Why don't you speak?"
"Girl..." The old doctor's throat was a little stiff and he seemed to be unable to speak. After calming down, he stared at her. "Do you know your condition?"
"It's very clear." Zhong Qingye smiled and said: "You don't have to worry that I can't accept it. The fact that I can come here means that I am ready for everything. Please speak up, old doctor."
Zhong Qingye's words are cool, but in the face of death, human nature has buried a trace of fear. Even though she knew it could be saved and accepted her body from the bottom of her heart, it would be a lie to say she was not afraid.
of.
It's just that for Zhong Qingye, there have been too many things to be afraid of since she was a child. Learning to hide her fear is something she must master when she starts killing people. And in the past few years, she has been abstinent and has no desire for life and death.
Gradually I learned to let go.
Therefore, she said that she was ready to accept everything, but it was true.
The reason why she came here is because she hopes to know how long she can stay with Qi Mo so that when the last moment comes, she can do her best to reduce Qi Mo's harm.
This is the only thing she can do for Qi Mo so far.
The old doctor had settled on her for a long time, and the atmosphere in the private room had also been frozen for a long time. In this short period of time, Zhong Qingye's thoughts went back and forth, and he thought about many, many things, until the old man grew up.
With a sigh, he came back to his senses.
The old doctor shook his head and laughed: "That's all. I never thought that I have lived for more than sixty years, but I am still not as courageous as a little girl. Since you want to know, then I have no reason to hide it anymore."
Zhong Qingye nodded slightly, straightening his back subconsciously, and a thick sheet of cold sweat oozed from his back, moistening his close-fitting clothes.
The old doctor's face had some obscure regret, and he said slowly: "Since you, girl, are already very clear about your condition, I will not repeat it again. To be honest, girl, your illness is no longer curable, and the cold has already
It's starting to erode your already severely damaged internal organs, and it's too late. Even if you start comprehensive treatment now, it will only make up for the problem. The remaining time... there is still about a year."
One year...
A sudden chill ran down Zhong Qingye's spine. Even though he had been prepared, he was still trembling slightly because of the coldness that came from nowhere. His fingers curled up consciously, and his nails dug deeply into his skin.
She said nothing.
The old doctor shook his head and said with a rather regretful expression: "Since it's useless to do anything, girl, just live happily this year... don't think about anything, some things can't be forced.
of."
Zhong Qingye suddenly calmed down and asked softly: "Is it really a whole year?"
The old doctor was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised by how quickly she calmed down, but he still shook his head, "I can't judge this. The specific situation will depend on future development, and the time can be long or short. The shortest...may only take half a year, but in the end
Long...but not more than a year and a half..."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhong Qingye, his eyes like those of a dying butterfly.
All the hairs on Zhong Qingye's body stood up. For some reason, he suddenly felt creepy. It was one thing to guess that he was going to die soon, but it was another thing to know exactly how long he could only live. Zhong Qingye took a long breath.
, and then slowly spit it out, repeating it several times before calming down a little.
At this time, Yan Zi's voice came from outside the house, seeming to call her. Zhong Qingye put down a few banknotes and told the old doctor not to leak their conversation. After calming down his emotions, he opened the door.