The woman said with a straight face: "I'm only in my thirties!"
Wen Jiu looked at her in disbelief for a while, then realized that she was rude and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was the one who offended."
Seeing that she had such a good attitude, the woman burst into laughter.
Her tone was light and indifferent, without any compassion: "It's okay, I don't blame you. Chemotherapy has made my skin old and wrinkled, and my hair has fallen out... But it doesn't matter. I can still live and smell the fragrance of flowers tomorrow morning.
Touching the dewdrops on the flowers means you have earned something."
When she smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes could not block the dense light in her eyes, and her bloodless pale lips also curved into crescents.
[An old friend has passed away: This young lady’s smile is so contagious! 】
[Bai Linxiao: Judging from the condition of her skin and hair, her condition must be in an advanced stage, right? Why can she still be so optimistic? 】
Wen Jiu was also very curious and started chatting with her: "I heard that the people living on this floor are all treated by the top cancer experts in country M. Who are you, the attending doctor?"
The woman was very smart and immediately understood what Wen Jiu wanted to ask in a roundabout way, and said directly: "You want to ask me what kind of cancer it is and what stage it is, right?"
Wen Jiu smiled sheepishly and nodded.
She really wanted to ask this, but she was afraid that people would mind, so she came up with this roundabout way of asking.
I want to ask the attending doctor and then find out what diseases that doctor specializes in.
But the woman didn’t think there was anything taboo about this at all, and said with a smile: “At the end stage of melanoma, I have tried surgery and chemotherapy, but they are useless. Now I am relying on acupuncture to survive, but I think acupuncture is useless.
, this is a metaphysics, it all depends on God.”
"It's actually melanoma..." Wen Jiu exclaimed, "You have such a good attitude."
The woman smiled and glanced at her: "Why, you have relatives and friends who are also suffering from the same disease, but they have a bad mentality?"
Wen Jiu nodded: "Yes, no one is like him when he is in pain, and I don't know how to comfort him."
"It's useless to feel uncomfortable." The woman sighed longly, but soon smiled again, "You have to tell him not to blame others. We all earn the extra day we live now. It's all a gift from God. I can think about it.
, I also gave myself a foreign name, thank god, to remind myself to always be grateful."
"Your name is thank god?" Wen Jiu looked at her in surprise.
A not-so-bold guess popped into my mind instantly.
The woman nodded, gently and sincerely: "Yes, even though God is not very kind to me, I still thank him every day for letting me live one more day."
Wen Jiu slowly put away her surprise. Influenced by thank god's optimistic and cheerful attitude, she also smiled and nodded: "That's great."
"Let's not talk about it for now. Let's talk about it when we meet in the future. The doctor told me to go to bed early and get up early."
thank God was about to go back to the ward. He opened his legs and pulled the muscles in his legs. The woman hissed in pain and frowned, not daring to move any more.
"Are you okay?" Wen Jiu stretched out her hand nervously to help her, but thank God waved his hand.
"It's okay, it's okay. This disease is like this. My whole body hurts."
She calmed down for a while, and when the pain passed, she smiled again and comforted Wen Jiu: "It's okay, it's really okay. I like pain because it reminds me that I still have feelings. You know? I
Other patients I know were actually unconscious until the end of chemotherapy."
Wen Jiu has heard that each stage of the disease is a different degree of torture. In the early stage, it is unbearable physical pain, and in the later stage, it is numbness and even more complete despair.
After thank god almost calmed down, Wen Jiu stretched out her hand again: "Shall I help you back to the ward?"
thank God did not need Wen Jiu's care and sympathy, so he waved his hand and refused: "I can still leave, but it's not that time yet."
After saying that, she held her waist and slowly walked to her ward.
Wen Jiu stood there and looked at her until she entered the ward.
[Qiqiqi: I’m so touched! Even in a desperate situation, I still want the light! Always be grateful for life! 】
[Chi Yuan: Her skin is saggy and her hair is sparse, but I don’t know why I see beauty and strength in her! 】
"I saw it too." Wen Jiu smiled at the camera, "But more importantly, I suddenly had a not-so-not-so-bold guess...thank God, isn't it Xie Tian? Is it possible that the doctor missed one?
I thought thank god was Xie Tianheng, so I still got the wrong report?"
[Ji Yi is not a memory: Hahahaha, you can’t really be so bloody, right?]
[Xiyuan: It is indeed possible! Two people with similar names both have melanoma. What a coincidence. 】
[Zi Xinyue: Then how did Xie Tianheng become so thin? 】
[Mo Cheng Ruoran: This is normal. Who knew that I had cancer? With this kind of psychological suggestion, I couldn’t eat or sleep, and I lost weight very quickly.]
The current discussion is all speculation, and there is no way to draw a direct conclusion.
"I'll ask the doctor to check Xie Tianheng again."
Wen Jiu immediately went to notify the doctor.
That night, the doctor examined Xie Tianheng's entire beard and tail again.
Then I found out...the report was really wrong!
The doctor took the new report sheet and kept apologizing to Wen Jiu and Ruan Jingjing: "I'm sorry, sorry! It's all our fault! It was our work mistakes that caused a major misunderstanding..."
Ruan Jingjing looked at her husband's completely healthy physical examination report. She was in a good mood and didn't want to worry about anything anymore. She smiled and shook her head: "Just make sure it's healthy. I'll tell Tian Heng right away!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the doctor's office.
Wen Jiu also immediately followed her out and pulled her: "Let me tell you, I took the wrong report form. It is obvious that he has cancer in the original plot and the plot in the book. How could he get it out of thin air?"
"Yeah! I'll tell Tian Heng now." Ruan Jingjing smiled from ear to ear.
This kind of joy after a big surprise feels like it comes for nothing.
She was so excited that she wanted to take her husband home as soon as possible. Everything would clear up after the rain!
But Wen Jiu didn't let her go, and pulled her to persuade: "You can talk about it later."
Kong Shengsheng's silly smile softened a little, and she looked at Wen Jiu puzzled: "Why?"
"Jingjing and I have already discussed and planned to resolve the grudge between their brothers. Now that he is ill, Xie Xingchen is actually very moved, but there are still problems that have not been explained. We have resolved the grudge between the two brothers. Your husband,
Wouldn’t it be safer to be with Jingjing’s husband?”
[Year of Salted Fish: Yes, yes, yes! I support it!]
Kong Shengsheng lowered his head and thought for a while.
In fact, her husband seems to have accepted his illness today, he is not as pessimistic as before, and he is still actively asking doctors for treatment plans.
It seems that it is possible to delay this oolong until the problem is resolved between the brothers.
So she nodded: "Okay, I'll stay here with my husband. But you two have to move quickly. I don't want my husband to be miserable for too many days."
Wen Jiu smiled: "Don't worry, I'll get it done for you in one day."