Infinite Survival: The winner takes all!

(This story is purely fictitious. Any similarities are not necessarily coincidental.)

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Li Ming is 17 years old this year. He is an ordinary high school student. His ordinary appearance and slightly introverted personality make him as inconspicuous as a weed on the roadside, both in school and in society.

But his life experience is not ordinary, even a bit tragic.

He was born in an ordinary working-class family. When he was seven years old, he witnessed his father's body being separated in a car accident. His grandmother couldn't bear the blow and fell beside him at the funeral.

When he was nine years old, his mother was diagnosed with a terminal malignant brain tumor. After spending all her savings, her mother only survived for four months. Finally, she held his hand feebly and closed her eyes forever with endless memories of life. Eye.

Three years later, his grandfather, who came to Jinchen City from the countryside to take care of him, also accidentally drowned in a heavy rainstorm.

At this point, all relatives regarded him as a scourge and a disaster, and no one was willing to adopt him. Therefore, 12-year-old Li Ming was sent to an orphanage.

Four years later, relying on government subsidies and the little income he had accumulated from working illegally in his early years, he managed to squeeze into one of the largest private high schools in the city.

At this time, he was in a diagnostic room at the 'Kanglai' Medical Center.

A male doctor with gray hair on his temples and a white coat held an X-ray film in his hand. He frowned and looked at Li Ming with a hesitant expression.

"Dr. Zhang, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm mentally prepared." Li Ming's face was calm and his tone was very calm. He didn't look like a patient who was about to accept the judgment of his fate.

"Hey..." Zhang Jindong sighed slightly and said in a dry tone: "Young man, call your family over. Your parents must know about this."

Li Ming shook his head, "My parents have passed away, and I am an orphan."

"Oh." Zhang Jindong was stunned for a moment, looked at Li Ming seriously, and then said, "Then let your relatives come over, uh, that is, your guardians."

Li Ming shook his head again and said: "I grew up in an orphanage and only moved out last year. There is no so-called guardian, so Dr. Zhang, you can just tell me."

"This...that's it, cough..." Zhang Jindong's expression was a little unnatural. He coughed lightly, picked up the X-ray film in his hand and looked at it. He said in a heavy tone: "Your situation may be a bit serious. The light film taken shows that there is a tumor in your skull, and based on the preliminary diagnosis, it is very likely to be malignant."

Hearing this, Li Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, but his expression did not change much, because he had already expected this result.

Recently, he has often experienced headaches, nausea and even vomiting. Since last month, his vision has been declining sharply. This symptom is strikingly similar to his mother's symptoms before she was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor.

Therefore, Zhang Jindong's words only confirmed his suspicion.

He didn't come to the hospital for a checkup on his own. If he hadn't accidentally fainted on the side of the road yesterday and was taken to the hospital, maybe he would never have come here, because knowing the result would have no meaning other than adding worry.

"Actually, your current condition is very serious. You must undergo surgery as soon as possible, otherwise your life will be in danger at any time!"

Maybe Li Ming's expression was too plain. Zhang Jindong thought that the other party didn't understand the seriousness of the matter. At that moment, he didn't care about being tactful and his tone became stern.

"I know that malignant brain tumors are what is known as brain cancer. This is an incurable disease. Dr. Zhang, could you please estimate how long I can live without any treatment?" Li Ming asked.

Zhang Jindong looked at him blankly and was speechless for a moment. He has been practicing for decades and has seen countless terminally ill patients. They were trembling, dumbfounded, ashen-faced, and even incontinent. Seen them all.

But this was the first time he had seen someone as calm and accepting as Li Ming.

After a long while, he swallowed his saliva and said in a measured tone: "If no treatment is given, it will usually not last more than three months."

"Three months?" Li Ming bit his lip lightly, then jumped out of bed and said, "Thank you very much, Dr. Zhang. Goodbye."

Looking at the other party's leaving figure, Zhang Jindong couldn't help but said: "Young man, don't give up in a hurry. Today's medical technology has made great progress. Even if it cannot be completely cured, it can still survive for a certain period of time. Therefore, It is the best choice for you to receive treatment now.”

Li Ming didn't look back and whispered: "No, I don't have money."

The hospital may be able to help him live for another year or two, but he cannot afford the huge medical expenses.

Eight years ago, his mother spent only two months in the hospital, depleting all her savings of 140 million. Now he relies on working three odd jobs during the winter and summer vacations to barely support his school expenses, and his life is extremely tight. , there is no extra money for hospitalization.

Zhang Jindong opened his mouth, which eventually turned into a sigh.

Stepping out of the spacious and bright hospital door, a rush of hot air hit his face. Li Ming looked at the constant flow of cars on the asphalt green road, feeling a little depressed.

The sun in the afternoon of June was like a high-temperature furnace, but it was extremely cold in his heart, without any warmth.

The ant is still greedy for life, so how can he really not care when facing the end of his life.

It's just that since he was a child, he has seen so many relatives die that he has become a little numb. The only difference is that this time it is his turn, and no one has helped him collect the body.

"Dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee..." A cell phone ringtone suddenly came from the washed light blue jeans that were slightly white.

Li Ming took out an old-fashioned mobile phone with a missing back cover from his trouser pocket, turned it over and saw that the caller ID was his roommate Wang Dazhi.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, I heard the other party's signature loud voice.

"Old Li, where are you going to be cool? Ah, we agreed to go to Vientiane Park to play ball, but we were left alone. We didn't answer the phone or text messages. What do you want to do?"

"Sorry, something unexpected happened and I didn't have time to inform you. It's my fault." Li Ming cheered up and replied.

Wang Dazhi was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "What accident happened? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's been solved." Li Ming said in a brisk tone.

"Okay, it's fine if you let us go yesterday, but you dare to skip Lei Hu's class today. Hey, wish yourself well." There was a cheap laugh from the other end of the phone.

Li Ming also showed a smile on his face and said: "Thanks for reminding me, I will definitely make up a better excuse when I go back."

"Then you make it up slowly. Class will begin soon. I'll fail first."

"Okay." Li Ming put down his phone and the smile on his face slowly faded.

Do I still need to go to class? There was confusion in his eyes, as if there was no need to go, but if he didn't go back to school, he didn't know where he was going.

What's more, the few hundred dollars left in his pocket didn't support him wandering around.