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She was.

Is not drinking.

He doesn't like the smell of wine.

But after she got sick, she realized that it was better to live for herself than for anyone else.

But, she woke up too late, loving him had unconsciously become her instinct, and she couldn't give up.

"Your body can't bear such a toss." Song Yu said seriously.

"All the doctors say that, but they are not the ones who hurt!" Zhou Yang mixed a glass of 'Cinderella' for her, and pushed it over with his slender fingers dyed brightly colored Dan Kou: "There is no alcohol, so drink it at ease."

"Thank you." Song Yu picked it up and took a sip. It tasted like lemon juice and orange juice, and asked her, "When did you find out?"

"Doctor Song, shouldn't I be the one asking you what's wrong with me?" Zhou Yang rested his chin on his hands, and looked at her with a bright and charming smile: "Since he can ask you to come here, I believe that you will definitely be able to treat me in terms of medical skills." There's something special about it."

She thought that the doctors he brought in were those old-fashioned old men who would only tell her not to do anything, but after seeing it, what should be uncomfortable is still uncomfortable, and what should be painful is still painful.

"Pancreatic cancer is at an advanced stage, and part of it has metastasized to the stomach." Song Yu's expression was solemn, but calm, and in the calm, there was a bit of pity: "I'm not a god, and I can't recover."

too late.

If it is early, mid-term.

She can still do it.

But now.

There was nothing she could do.

A look of obvious surprise flashed across Zhou Yang's eyes, and his smile became more charming, and he couldn't help admiring: "Doctor Song is really astute, can you know my condition just by looking at it?"

Several national players also came to show her, but most of them had to take the pulse before they could confirm her illness.

She is so young, and her medical skills are so powerful, which really makes people admire her from the bottom of her heart.

"The manifestations of the disease are already obvious." Song Yu said.

"That's right, I can live in a few days." Zhou Yang sighed lowly, took a sip of lemonade, and asked her with a smile: "Then Doctor Song, do you have a medicine that I can take?" It doesn’t hurt, I’ve been afraid of pain since I was a child.”

Song Yu took out the pulse pillow, put it on the bar, and reached out to her.

Zhou Yang placed his slender hand on the pulse pillow.

Her arms were slender and fair, her skin was as delicate and shiny as porcelain, and her fingers were well maintained.

Song Yu feels that it fits the label given to her by the media and fans: a person who is delicate from hair to heels.

Zhou Yang was also looking at her. When he got closer, he could see her rosy white skin, which was the healthy color she envied most now.

She herself is beautiful and confident, and rarely admits that there is any woman who is more beautiful than her, and even if she looks at her, she will not feel the slightest jealousy.

The person in front of him was with exquisite and beautiful facial features, but with just a little makeup, there was a kind of charm that people couldn't take their eyes off.

soon.

Song Yu let go of her hand, looked at her, and asked seriously: "Miss Zhou, I would like to ask, may I ask when is your miscarriage in the first half of the year?"

Her tone was firm.

Zhou Yang's casually smiling face suddenly became serious, and his eyes showed a bit of vigilance and mockery: "How do you know this? Did Huo Jiusui ask you to trick me?"

Her miscarriage.

Only she alone knows.

Neither her manager nor her assistants, including Huo Jiusui, knew.

But later, Huo Jiusui became suspicious, and when they were intimate, he thoughtfully asked her while she was absent-minded.

"Miss Zhou, don't be nervous, I am not sent by him.

I am your doctor now, and your miscarriage will have a certain impact on your body.

If you want me to help you, you need to tell me the specific time, so that I can make the correct prescription according to your physical condition. "Song Yu said lightly.

There was something wrong with her tense performance.

The relationship between her and Huo Jiusui may not be as simple as rumored.

However, as a doctor, she is only responsible for her illness, not her emotional problems.

Zhou Yang's smile became miserable, he caressed his stomach, laughed at himself, and his voice became dull: "Half a year ago, on April 28th, I came back from Hollywood and went to the hospital for a regular physical examination. Suddenly passed out in the bathroom.

When I woke up, my personal doctor told me that I had a miscarriage and the baby was four weeks.

The doctor is a fan of mine, and he promised to keep the baby secret for me.

Only he and I know about this matter, Huo Jiusui doesn't know, I hope he never knows. "

He would not have known that the two of them had ever had a child.

He also wouldn't know how desperate she was that day, the heart-piercing, heart-piercing pain that made her almost jump off the top floor.

Song Yu saw her body trembling slightly because of the excessive pain, covered her hand, and patted the back of her hand lightly to calm her emotions.

"That afternoon, I was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer, and currently there is no good treatment in the world.

My life was hanged by Huo Jiusui with money, but at most, I will live for another half a year! "When Zhou Yang talked about himself, he relaxed and asked her: "Doctor Song, is there any way you can keep me in this state before I die?" "

She could feel that her body was collapsing, becoming more and more haggard and ugly.

But she is the canary raised by the ninth master of the Huo family!

He doesn't love her, but only loves her face, which is similar to the white moonlight in his heart.

She has to be beautiful all the time, to be worthy of everything he gave her, the resources he gave to promote her to the position of actress, and to be worthy of the canary that others call her.

She is still a star, she has many fans who love her and support her, and she doesn't want them to see her sick and haggard one day.

She has always loved beauty, and she wants to always maintain her most perfect state and beautiful face in everyone's hearts.

"Yes." Song Yu nodded: "You listen to me, I can extend your life for two years, maybe even longer."

She doesn't have the immortal ability to return to heaven, and there is no way to save her life.

But she can maximize her life, fulfill her wish, and let her maintain her appearance at the last moment of her life.

Sister Mengmeng kept telling her, Zhou Yang, it was the entire entertainment circle, no, the whole world, among the people she had ever met, she was the most beautiful, the most delicate, and also the most stinky woman.

In many interviews, she also bluntly said that what she cares most about is her appearance.

"Then I want, how can I thank you, Doctor Song?" Zhou Yang leaned back on the seat, his eyes were a little drunk, and his gorgeous lips were slightly parted, making her a new person again. There are so many styles when you see each other.