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Chapter 1477 You are not a mortal, but you are also an ordinary person

At night, in their hospital room, Edward lay quietly with his eyes closed.

Carter was sitting on the bed enjoying the meal brought to him by his wife Virginia, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed.

Virginia glanced at Edward Cole and asked Carter: "No one came to visit him?"

Carter shook his head and said, "I have been sleeping since I came back from the push."

Virginia sighed: "This is one of the reasons why I insist on taking care of you. It's really uncomfortable to see a person still alone after such a major operation."

Carter nodded sympathetically, but said, "But at least no one bothered me."

Virginia didn't know if he meant that she didn't want to leave.

The two were silent for a while, and she looked up at him, as if expecting him to say something.

Because of Carter's words, her embarrassment was very obvious.

Virginia struggled to find a topic: "Rachel called this morning."

Carter's interest finally aroused: "How is she now?"

Virginia: "She's applying to be the concertmaster of the next band."

Carter said happily: "That's great."

But then there was silence again. Finally, she started packing her things.

Virginia asked, "Do you want any more books?"

Carter shook his head: "No, it's fine."

He gestured towards the large stack of books on the bedside table.

Virginia hesitated for a while and then asked: "Have you taken your medicine at night?"

Carter: "I've eaten."

Virginia is concerned: "Is the pillow comfortable?"

Carter: "That's good...thank you, Virginia."

Virginia forced a smile and said, "That's good."

She hesitated for a while, and then couldn't help but speak again: "I can stay with you for a little longer, if..."

she holds his hand

Carter said, "If we both get tired by tomorrow morning, why bother."

Virginia was helpless: "Okay!"

She let go and leaned forward to kiss him. But this act of intimacy made her very embarrassed. She felt nothing when their cheeks touched, and she couldn't help but darken her face.

She squeezed his hand, turned and walked out the door. He faced the door where no one was there and stared blankly for a moment.

This conversation seemed very awkward, and it was obvious that there was a problem between Carter and his wife.

At this time, Edward, who was lying on the hospital bed on the other side, still had his eyes closed but said, "Is she gone?"

Carter was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Only then did Edward open his eyes and look at Carter.

Edward managed to say calmly: "I can be regarded as half a health care expert. According to my observation, most patients do not die of illness, but because they annoy visitors to death."

Edward and Carter looked at each other.

No more words were spoken.

However, the two of them are from two different worlds, and if they live in the same room, it is impossible for them to be so harmonious.

During the day, Carter was watching a "quiz quiz" show. He always liked to ask questions when he met people he didn't understand, but this made Edward very disgusted.

Edward's doctor came and told him that he would start chemotherapy that evening.

Edward looked nonchalant on the surface, but then he couldn't help but ask Carter: "So, is it hard?"

Carter: "You mean chemotherapy?"

He shrugged, "It's not too uncomfortable. As long as you can stand vomiting all the time, watching your blood vessels turn black and feeling like your bones are melting away. It's like lying on the beach all day." "

Edward's face immediately turned pale when he heard this, but he refused to be outdone and said, "These words can make people feel relieved."

Carter: "Of course everyone reacts differently. You can feel that tonight."

After another period of silence, Carter couldn't help but ask what the exquisite antique-like coffee machine that Thomas brought was.

The two of them kept chatting awkwardly. Carter told the story of the birth of coffee, but Edward kept perfunctorily echoing it.

In the evening, Edward asked Thomas to bring a sumptuous and luxurious dinner to a famous Italian restaurant. Carter couldn't help but remind him: "Do you really want to eat all of this?"

Edward was convinced that Carter wanted to say something else, but his assistant Thomas stopped him with a cough.

Edward thought Carter wanted to eat too, and asked Thomas to help bring one, but Carter refused.

Edward was enjoying what was said to be the most delicious food in Los Angeles by himself. Unfortunately, he was so happy that he became sad. He forgot what Carter said before, chemotherapy will cause vomiting.

As expected, Edward soon became distraught and vomited.

His sumptuous dinner was now all vomited on the floor. And he kept moaning and spitting.

Carter's eyes were still on his book

Carter couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Is it still the best thing in Los Angeles this time?"

He continues to read his book, while in the background Edward continues to vomit and purge his intestines.

The camera switched and Edward still fell asleep quietly.

The bandage on his head had been removed, revealing the short, uneven hair that had grown on top of his head.

Carter sat on the bed, looking haggard. He took out an old photo from an envelope. The back of the photo read: "Dear Daddy, I wish you a speedy recovery! I hope to see you and mom dancing like you did back then soon. Love you Rachel."

He turned over the front of the photo. In this old photo that he had long forgotten, he and his wife were dancing at a young people's party when they were in their twenties. The two of them were holding hands and laughing. It seemed like it happened a lifetime ago.

The side effects of chemotherapy made Edward Cole so miserable that he even fell asleep vomiting on the toilet in the bathroom.

Still no one came to visit him, but Carter often had family members, first his wife and now his eldest son.

Edward and Carter chatted about his family, and Carter showed Edward his family photo and looked proud of his little daughter.

His satisfaction and pride were palpable, and Edward smiled politely and handed the photo back to him.

But when Carter asked Edward: "Do you have children?"

"How should I put it?" Edward hesitated for a moment and then said: "My several marriages didn't last very long."

"That's it. I've been married for a long time, enough to give you half of it." Carter joked.

"How are you doing now?" Edward asked.

"Just live like this." Carter said casually.

"That's good, isn't it? But don't get me wrong, I love married life and have been married four times. The problem is that I also love single life. You can't have it both ways. God knows what I've done. Efforts!" Edward explained as he spoke.

"No one is perfect," Carter reassured.

Edward added: "My only successful combination is me and my career. I started making money when I was sixteen, and I just walked through it step by step."

Carter also confided his true feelings: "My original ambition was to become a history professor."

As a result, Edward sent back to Carter his previous words of comfort: "No one is perfect!"

Carter continued: "I had just been in city college for two months when Virginia told me I was pregnant. At that time, I had no qualifications and was a black man. I dropped out of school because I had a child, so I could only work whatever job was available. , I always wanted to go back to school. But forty-five years have passed in a flash."

Edward also agreed with this: "Time flies!"

What follows is a scene of the two of them living in the ward. Carter spends most of his time reading. Of course, there are times when he is tortured by illness. At this time, Edward always responds with sympathy, but the same Edward also has times when he is tortured by illness. Carter would also respond with sympathy at this time.

Although there is a huge gap between the rich and the poor, and although their careers are very different, they are almost the same when it comes to illness. Carter fell asleep at night. Edward was lying on the bed.

Edward said to himself a little bit crazy: "I am completely confused. I don't know if I have lost my mind. God, no, no, I am not praying to God. I am talking to myself. I can't even pray to God." There is no one to talk to."

Edward got off the bed and walked to Carter's bedside.

Edward: "Are you awake? Carter, I'm not the only one who grits his teeth and farts in his sleep."

As he spoke, he was silent for a long time and then whispered: "I'm scared to death!"

This is the first time that Edward, the usually arrogant rich man, shows his weak side.

In fact, he is not as fearless as he appears.

Next, there is another shot like before, Edward pushing his IV pole into the bathroom, and Carter pushing his IV pole into the bathroom

The nurse gave the two medicines separately, but there seemed to be no difference.

The two would occasionally play cards together, but on this day, something was different.

Edward and Carter each pushed their own IV poles down the corridor.

Edward suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought of committing suicide?"

Carter was a little surprised: "Suicide? God, I never thought about it."

Edward nodded and said, "I guess so, it's the first stage."

Carter was a little confused: "What?"

"There are five stages to this," Edward explained.

Carter suddenly said: "Oh, denial, anger, concession, depression, recognition."

Edward nodded: "Of course you won't think of suicide, because you are now in the first stage - denial."

Carter asked curiously: "What stage are you in?"

Edward said: "I deny it too."

Carter looked at him and said, "But I've thought about suicide."

The two still received the same treatment, and sometimes had to draw blood. Finally, the nurse took off Carter's infusion pole, leaving Carter a little confused.

But the nurse told him: "You don't need these anymore. This is the fourth course of treatment, which is the last course of treatment."

After this course of treatment, you will know his results.

Carter continued to watch the prize competition, but this time he put on headphones. Carter listened to the sound, looked at the questions, and then answered them himself. Most of them were correct, which made Edward very curious: "You didn't miss a single question. ?”

"No way, I made a mistake last week!"

"Do you want to go and participate in the competition on the spot?"

"Ah, that's someone else's business."

Edward looked at him for a while, and then fell silent.

The scene changes. This time it's Edward watching TV. He's watching a baseball game, while Carter is writing something on a piece of lined paper with an open book on his back.

The camera focused on the words he wrote.

On it is written: Unfulfilled wish

1. Experience something truly magnificent.

2. Help a stranger purely for the sake of doing good.

The doctor came and announced Edward's final days. He had six months left, maybe a year if he was lucky.

Carter also wanted to know how he was doing, but Edward's doctor was not Carter's primary physician.

Edward responded by keeping his eyes on the television and asked the doctor to get Carter's medical records.

He slowly looked away from the television screen: the news that his life was coming to an end made him think.

Carter struggled to find the right words

Carter: "Edward"

Edward ignored it. There was silence for a while.

Carter's voiceover sounded: "A survey was conducted and a thousand respondents were asked if they would be willing to know the exact date of their death if they could know it in advance.

Dr. Hollins came in, reading through the medical records and pill bottles. While starting to talk to Carter

Carter's voiceover continued: "Ninety-six percent of the people said they were unwilling."

Carter listened expressionlessly

Carter's voiceover continued: "I have always been probably among the other four percent. I think it would be a relief to know how much time you have left to do what you want to do."

He crumpled up the paper he was writing on.

"But that's not what happened when it came to that."

He looked up at Edward, who was also turning his head to look at him.

The two looked at each other for a long time. At the moment when their fate was pronounced, they both showed almost the same calmness and suppressed the sadness that was difficult to express.

In the face of death, no matter whether you are rich or poor, whether you are alone or with a large family, you are all equal.

Carter's bucket list was picked up by Edward.

Edward carefully unfolded the ball of paper, and it turned out to be a list of "unfulfilled wishes" written by Carter. Edward looked at the things that were going to be implemented one by one, and couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Suddenly Carter's voice came: "What are you doing?"

Edward: "What is this?"

Carter: "Give it back to me."

Edward asked repeatedly: "What is this?"

Carter: "Give it back to me."

Edward joked: "I picked it up from the ground, and I didn't know it was a state secret."

Carter sighed, "My freshman year in college, my philosophy professor prescribed a future-imagining exercise where we listed the things we dreamed of doing in our lives until ."

Edward: "Until you die, right?"

Carter said: "At that time, what I was thinking was: "Earn a million dollars" and "Be the first black president." These are some of the wild thoughts of young people. Later, I always thought that I should make a new list, but"

At this time, Edward spread out the paper and began to read: "To help a person who is not a relative but purely for the sake of doing good."

He couldn't help laughing until he shed tears: "I'm not picky, you are so uninteresting."

Carter: "Yeah, it all means nothing now."

Edward rolled his eyes: "I don't think so."

He then picked up a red pen and began writing Carter's wish next to his.

Carter got up from the bed and asked, "What are you doing?"

Edward raised his head: "I'll make a few small changes for you, that's all. I said, don't you want to go out and play ball? Play with guns? Have some fun?"

Carter shook his head: "I don't want to play with guns. What I want is-what you missed."

Edward asked: "What is a 'truly magnificent thing'?"

Carter looked at him: "Have you been to the Himalayas?"

Edward thought to himself: "It wouldn't be a bad idea to get a Ford Cobra. Or how about skydiving? This time we are a little enlightened."

As he spoke, he continued to write.

Carter was curious: "Are you enlightened? Let me see that."

Carter snatched the paper from Edward's hand and looked at the words Edward scribbled next to his neatly written wishes with a grimace on his face.

""Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world"? How can you do this?" Carter looked at Edward with a strange look on his face and asked.

(End of this chapter)