Xu Jun's life

I can't eat dinner.

But after all, my parents watched, gritted their teeth and ate a bowl, feeling panicked.

After washing the dishes, my parents were watching TV. I was afraid that they would feel unhappy when they saw my face, so I decided to stand on the balcony.

The school was very dark at night, and the shadows of the trees downstairs were dark. There was a car parked below with its headlights on. I looked carefully and found that the person standing beside the car was Yuan Hai.

"What are you looking at, teacher?" Li Zhurong appeared behind me at some point.

I didn't answer his question.

"Have you got any cigarettes?" I asked him.

"The teacher just finished the operation, so you can't smoke." He also leaned on the railing: "Uncle is already sick, so are you going to be sick too?"

"I feel uncomfortable."

"I'll go down with the teacher for a walk." He suggested.

"No need. My parents will worry if they don't see me."

"Since we are all worried, why don't we open up about it. What about cancer? There is always a solution. What's the use of worrying? It's better to treat the disease well and let the family live a better life." He stared straight into my eyes.

"I do not……"

"Teacher, come with me." He interrupted me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the living room.

"Uncle, aunt, I told the teacher that I want to take you to Beijing." He cut to the chase.

The old lady was frightened, and my dad silently turned off the TV, his eyes were blocked, and he couldn't see the emotion.

"The doctors in Beijing are better, and the medicine and treatment are more convenient there. The teacher said that my uncle has always wanted to see what the research institute of R University where the teacher works is like. This time I can just go and see it. My uncle likes it." For physics, the Institute of R University is a sacred place for science.”

A sentence hit the point, even I hesitated.

Although my mother has a capable personality, my father and I are in charge of such major matters, and they look at me eagerly.

I know, the old lady is listening to me.

But I looked at my dad.

He adjusted his glasses.

"The doctor said, I only have one year at most. The doctor said that I am not in good health, and I do not recommend surgery. It is best not to take chemotherapy and take traditional Chinese medicine. I also discussed with my mother. I am not going to have surgery, and I am not ready Chemotherapy..."

"Dad." I couldn't listen anymore: "I have to be cured, how can I just take traditional Chinese medicine?"

"The doctors in Beijing also said that chemotherapy will increase the pain." Li Zhurong pressed my hand and interjected unhurriedly: "I speak more straightforwardly. That's what I think. For the rest of the day, we will use the best medicine." , as long as you can cure. Where uncle wants to go and what ideas he has, he must tell us. Since this is already the case, the rest of the day will naturally be lived well!"

I waved his hand away: "What do you mean? Why didn't you say that when I was sick, my dad is still alive! You plan to..."

He held my hand easily again.

"Teacher, I know you're suffering. But even sadness and anger won't help. The two most important things now are treatment, and the other is to make uncle live happily..."

"It's not your dad, of course you're not sad!" I blurted out.

"Xu Xu!" My mother said sternly.

I don't want to talk any more, I sit at the end of the sofa and don't say a word.

"Mr. Li's words are right. The most important thing now is to cure the disease and live a good life. But we have lived here all our lives, ordinary people, and we still don't go to Beijing." My mother said slowly.

"I know what my uncle and aunt are worried about." Li Zhurong said calmly: "The teacher is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and the teacher's family is my family. Uncle and aunt don't have to worry about owing me anything, just treat it as yours. My son is fine. I went to Beijing for my uncle, the current situation, hospital and life, I should choose the best."

"I don't have many days left, I don't want to drag Xu Xu down. Mr. Li's proposal..." my dad said.

"I'll discuss what Mr. Li said with his father." The old lady interrupted my father.

Before going to bed, I was called to my parents' room.

The old lady cried again, her eyes were red, and my dad sat on the bed angrily.The two elders obviously had a quarrel.

"Xu Xu, what do you think of what he said earlier?" My mother asked me.

"What do Mom and Dad think?" I asked her back.

"Mom thinks what he said is good, but I asked the doctor, the anti-cancer medicine is expensive, and the hospitals in Beijing are also expensive. You are a teacher, and you can't make much money..."

"Don't worry about money, just tell me what you and my dad think."

The old lady wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"If you have money, you must buy the best medicine. As for your father, he will not say anything. In fact, he has only wanted you in his life. He wants to go to Beijing to see your school. He can't wait..."

"I'm going to sell my son to go to Beijing, I can't do this!" My dad suddenly turned to me and got angry, his thin face flushed with anger: "Money is not a problem? Where does the money come from? Are you going to use him?" Don’t even think about it! Have you forgotten that he asked you to drop out of school? He is not a good person, so don’t be with him! I don’t have much time anyway! If you die sooner or later, you will be dead, I will not drag you down!”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Selling your son?" My mother was also impatient, with tears in her eyes: "Xu Xu was born to me, so you will feel sorry for your son? Who do you think your son is? His money? You spend your whole life doing physics and forcing your son to do physics too! If your son dropped out of school, you wouldn’t be your own! If it weren’t for you, my son wouldn’t dare to go home these years? If it weren’t for you being sick , will my son think about going to Beijing?"

My dad never quarreled, and was scolded by the old lady for a long time, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.I was afraid that he would get angry, so I quickly patted him on the back: "Mom, stop talking, you know my dad didn't mean that..."

"Then what does he mean? There are old thoughts in my head all day, isn't it homosexual? Is it not your son to be gay? How much money has your son sent home over the years? How can you be worse than someone else's son? Now that you are sick, has your son complained? My son tried to cure you and let you live a better life, but you are still losing your temper here..."

When my mother counted it down, every sentence was stinging. I was afraid that my father would be scolded by her, so I had to hold her hand and ask him to change the target: "What does the mother mean, that you went to Beijing?"

"I want you to go! I won't go!" My dad threw down these words and lay down on the bed angrily.

"Forget it, he has a bad temper and doesn't want to go..." My mother was discouraged: "You are short-handed, and your parents are old, so how can you live a good life? Don't drag you down, you can't hold your head up in front of that person Come on. You go back to him..."

"it is good."

When I returned to my room, Li Zhurong was sitting on my bed, reading a document.

I rolled out the covers on the camp bed and fell asleep.

As soon as I lay down, I felt a darkness before my eyes, and it was Li Zhurong's shadow that just fell on my head—he stepped from my bed to the camp bed, and picked me up including me and the quilt.

"What are you crazy about!" After a short period of suspension, I was put on the bed, and as soon as I touched the bed, I got out of the quilt and scolded him loudly.

"Teacher, look at this." He calmly handed me the document.

The above is the printed words: According to the above medical history, the patient is an elderly male, Child-pugh classification: C grade, according to the Barcelona (BCLC) liver cancer staging is Stage D (end-stage liver cancer).There is currently no indication for surgical treatment; according to the 2008 expert consensus on standardized diagnosis and treatment of primary liver cancer, this patient is not suitable for interventional treatment.It is mainly based on symptomatic and supportive treatment, such as liver protection, albumin supplementation, etc...

"This is a treatment recommendation from a doctor in Beijing, and it is signed by three experts." Li Zhurong reminded me from the side: "Look at the second page."

a form.

There is a long list of medicines with four or five digits next to their names, and a description of their efficacy.

"This sorafenib is the best oral medicine for liver cancer, 25192 a box, more than 5 a month." He explained to me: "This is the western medicine list prescribed by the doctor. It is said that ginsenoside rh2 is effective in treating cancer, but the medicine It's not expensive. The traditional Chinese medicine list hasn't been issued yet, so the old mountain ginseng that Xia's family sent last time should be useful."

"What do you mean?"

"Although the teacher will be angry, I still have to say," he curled his lips. "I checked the teacher's savings account. If you give uncle the best medicine, the teacher can only support it for one month."

"Then I won't use the best medicine."

"Teacher won't." He put his arms around my shoulders and covered me with the quilt. "A person like a teacher, even if he makes things difficult for himself, he still has to protect his family."

"I won't use your money, I can borrow money." I said coldly.

"That would make me sad." He said half-truthfully, "Why doesn't the teacher accept my help?"

"Because you are not who I am."

"Just because I owe the teacher an explanation?" He narrowed his eyes.

"You can think so."

In fact, what you owe is a reasonable explanation and an apology.

"Forget it." He raised the corners of his lips again: "Since the teacher refuses, I can only say that I will not let the teacher borrow other people's money, not even a penny, the teacher can only use mine. The teacher is now how to say?"

I look away.

"Besides, I can get the teacher to go back to work in the research institute. The teacher should know that this is what uncle hopes to see the most in the remaining days."

"My dad won't be willing to go to Beijing..."

"It's okay, I'll let him agree."

I looked at him suspiciously.

"Let's get married, teacher." He held my hand calmly, looking into my heart with his narrow dark blue eyes: "We will hold a wedding in Beijing, and it will be aboveboard. Let everyone know that I am planning to with you forever."

I looked at him in shock, and didn't even move away when he leaned over to kiss me.

"Xiao Zhe, you are crazy."