Drifting Towards You

"But your condition seems to be a little different from ordinary gastric cancer, and the expert group is also discussing your condition." The doctor continued.

Jun Lei asked softly: "If I don't get treatment, how long will I..."

"Everyone's physical condition is different, and the condition is also different, so...it's not easy to estimate right now, and your illness is a little special. Now I can't make a judgment." Dr. Liu continued.

Jun stayed silent for a while, then asked again: "Do I have to go to chemotherapy for treatment?"

"Well, chemotherapy is combined with other drugs."

Jun took a long sigh and said, "I will think about it, thank you."

"Come on, think about it, if you are treated, maybe... it can last two more years..."

"Okay, I will think about it."

After Jun hung up the phone, he stood at the window in a daze.

Support for two more years?

Do you wear hospital gowns, shave your hair like those people, and spend every day in a ward that is depressed to suffocation?

Then she became thinner, skinny and pale.

Did you finally pass away in your own regrets, the tears of your loved ones, and the dissatisfaction of your friends?

Jun, I don't know what life I want is like.

But probably... I don't want to die like that.

She thought, if life must end early.

Then she hopes she can be a beautiful girl, and she hopes to leave quietly.

In this way, let those who love her believe that she still exists in a certain place in the world and has a very good life.

Jun returned to the office in despair, and Rong Chen noticed that she was in a bad mood at a glance.

Jun was silent, but continued to look through the patient's medical records.

Only this time, the page was stagnant for a long time, and it has not been flipped for a long time.

Until the lunch break, Rong Chen lifted her from the chair.

"Ah, you scared me." Jun Liao was indeed taken aback, and after seeing Rong Chen, he let out a sigh of relief.

Rong Chen took off his white coat, put his hands on the edge of the table, circled her between himself and the edge of the table, and stared at her with scorching eyes.

"Why...what's the matter?" Jun Yao, who dared not look directly into his eyes, moved his gaze away.

Rong Chen lifted his hand across her face, and said solemnly, "Look at me."

Jun couldn't get rid of it, so he had to meet his eyes.

But when she looked at the man in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but feel sore, and she wanted to cry.

Those fears and uneasiness flooded up exponentially, with grievances and melancholy.

She was afraid that her tears would fall and he would see the clues, she blinked her eyes and squeezed out a smile: "What are you doing again?"

"Whose phone number?" Rong Chen asked.

"Classmate..." Jun Yi made up an excuse indiscriminately.

"Which classmate?" Rong Chen continued to ask.

"Do you check your household registration? Still eating or not..." Jun pushed him away.

Just then, a knock on the door rang: "Doctor Rong, your meal."

"Thank you." Rong Chen took it, took it to his table, and immediately looked at Jun and said, "Come over for dinner."

As soon as he mentioned eating, Jun became a little nervous.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything else, it's just that my stomach...not good.

She was afraid that the symptoms would become more and more obvious and would be discovered by Rong Chen sooner or later.

A meal was silent, and Jun kept his head down.

She's just with him, is she going to... die?

Will he be sad?

When I thought of this, Jun Li's eyes became sour.

She suddenly regretted that she was so hastily with him.

She seemed to have been entangled whether she liked him, but she hadn't thought about how sad he would be if she suddenly left.

When I thought of this, Jun felt a lot of pain in his heart, and his face turned pale.