The president is dying every day

Jiang Huan is used to Ren Chuan's presence in the house, and even changed his address, "Chuan'er, what do you do?"

Ren Chuan was working on a model airplane, and the six-figure model airplane was smashed into pieces by him. It didn't follow the style diagram at all. The cannon was facing the sky, and the plane was placed below the deck. It was ugly, but Ren Chuan was I like to mess around, and I have a cabinet with weird models at home.

Hearing this, his hands trembled, the small parts fell off, and Ren Chuan's voice became hoarse, "I... deliver food."

A net worth of [-] million was easily wiped away by him with a single sentence. From now on, he not only has stomach cancer, but also a late-stage delivery guy.

Jiang Huan was reading a book leaning on the pillow, and nodded when he heard the words, "Oh, then your job is very hard, right?"

"It's ok, but it's a bit of a waste of sunscreen in summer, and sometimes you'll meet weird orders, and some college students ask you to confess to your girlfriend." Ren Chuan made up a long list of words as soon as he touched his lips. Story, "However, I really like taking orders like confession. If I succeed, I will get a tip, and there will be five-star praise."

Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan. Under the clear sunlight, he seemed to be a figure walking out of a painting. He was so beautiful that it almost dazzled. "What about you? What did you do before you got sick?"

"Small staff, engage in venture capital." Jiang Huan flipped through the book, "Maybe I can help you speculate in stocks."

Ren Chuan didn't control his words, "The stock market is not doing well now. The market is in a stage of large-scale shocks. There is pressure on the top and support on the bottom. It is expected that there will be gaps..."

Jiang Huan looked over strangely, "Aren't you a delivery man? How do you know the stock market?"

"Hmm..." Ren Chuan stuttered for a moment, and then he said, "I have a copy of "Teach You to Become a Stock God in 1 Minute" next to my bed. It is said that after reading it, you can make a lot of money, but I am always stuck at tenth page, every time I see it, I fall asleep."

Jiang Huan nodded, "Oh, that's it."

Ren Chuan looked at him seriously. From this angle, Jiang Huan's face was impeccable, making his heart pound, "When did you find out that you were sick?"

"In October last year, at that time, I started to lose my appetite, feel nauseous and retching, and had a little fever, but I didn't pay attention." Jiang Huan kept reading the book in his hand, as if he was not talking about himself, "Then the liver started to hurt, the pain When I couldn't take it anymore, I went to the hospital to have a look, and it turned out that it was liver cancer, which was at an advanced stage."

Ren Chuan frowned, "Do you... have any wishes?"

"Wish?" Jiang Huan finally raised his head from the book, "I want to eat the beef from the cafeteria, the unlimited one."

"That's it?" Ren Chuan was a little surprised, "Is there anything else?"

"Can I have a catty of Ma Xiao?" Jiang Huan had a longing expression on his face, "I want to eat minced garlic and thirteen spices."

Jiang Huan's wish was inseparable from food, Ren Chuan had a black thread on his head, he secretly sent a text message to Meng Chun, asking him to pack two catties of sesame seeds and come to the hospital.

He also made a special note, come in the clothes of the delivery boy, not a suit.

Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan, "What about you? When did you find out you had stomach cancer?"

"At first I just thought it was indigestion, but then I started to lose weight and was a little anemic. When I was discovered in the late stage, I had already started to vomit blood." Ren Chuan didn't draft his words, "Don't look at me eating so much, actually I would vomit three liters of blood every day."

"Ah?" Jiang Huan looked at him in disbelief, "San Sheng?"

Ren Chuan opened his mouth and said, "When it's serious, I have to hold the basin and throw up, so the doctor asked me to eat more blood-enriching food."

Jiang Huan's back shook violently. He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to his assistant, asking him to buy more pork liver and goji berries.

"But it's nothing." Ren Chuan didn't care, "I get used to it when I vomit, it's like morning sickness."

Jiang Huan was stunned, he didn't expect to vomit blood like this, and Ren Chuan said it so lightly, he said: "Let's try to live for two more days."

He gave Ren Chuan a calendar, "This is for you."

Ren Chuan looked at the calendar. To be honest, he hadn't used such a desk calendar since high school, "Huh? Why did you give me this?"

Jiang Huan showed him his calendar, "Look, every day you live, draw a tick on the calendar, so that you can know how many days you have lived, and give yourself a little hope of living. I will give you the calendar. You also need to check in every day."

Ren Chuan's heart sang an ode to joy at this moment, the goddess of joy is pure and beautiful, shining brightly on the earth, Jiang Huan actually took the initiative to give him something, and encouraged him to live a good life!

"Okay!" Ren Chuan took his hand, "I promise you, I will live well and try to die two days later."