Facing scumbags, I choose BE

The next day.

Chu Qing got up and went to the company after washing his clothes. When he was leaving, he came to his bedside and touched his forehead, smiling: "Is it better?"

Jing Huan felt relieved, blinked his bloodshot eyes and said hoarsely, "It's much better."

"I'm at work, you should rest at home."

Jing Huan nodded silently.

After a while, the sound of changing shoes and closing the door came.

After a brief movement, there was a deathly silence.

Jing Huan couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He half sat up, took his clothes and quickly put them on.

Lin Yiran's call was hung up hastily yesterday because of Chu Qing's sudden return.

No matter what his illness is, go and see him.

When breast cancer breaks out, he may die one day, and the time he spends with Chu Qing is also one day less.

Jing Huan thought sadly, got dressed and got out of bed.

He spread out the duvet as usual and put it on the bed, and arranged the pillows.

The curtains were opened, and the light in the room became much brighter. Looking at it in the morning, the mood of the whole person also improved.

Mouth dry and bitter, stomach empty.

He didn't really want to eat or drink that much, but thinking about his deteriorating body, he still boiled a pot of water, filled a glass of milk and boiled an egg.

After hastily eating breakfast, he walked into the study and put yesterday's B-ultrasound examination list together with the case into the bag.

A moment of effort.

Urban People's Hospital.

Just came here yesterday, and came again today.

He thought that he would come here often in the future.

The cold wind blew away his camel scarf, and a gust of cold wind poured down his neck into his clothes, and he felt the chilling chill, but he didn't feel anything.

It's good to be cold like this, but he was too docile before, and he needs the cold wind to wash his brain.

Soon.

The director's office on the second floor.

There was a polite knock on the door.

"Please come in." It was the same noble voice from yesterday.

Jing Huan pushed the door open and entered.

The office is about ten square meters at a glance, quite spacious.

A young man with short chestnut hair was sitting in front of the table. He was looking down at the case in hand, but when he heard the sound of the door being pushed, he briefly raised his head and glanced in front of the door.

Jing Huan saw that the other party's skin was very fair, and there were hardly any pits and pimples on his face. His facial features were three-dimensional, and his eyes were hanging. , making people feel that he is not easy to get close to and rejects others for thousands of miles.

"Hi Doctor Lin, I'm Jing Huan." Walking over, Jing Huan introduced himself politely.

They talked too anxiously yesterday, Jing Huan was actually a little embarrassed.

Lin Yiran's eyes lit up slightly after hearing his introduction, it was that special patient.

He likes to study those difficult and miscellaneous diseases. When he heard Jing Huan introduced by the nurse for the first time, his eyes lit up. It is very rare for men to get breast cancer, and there are only a few cases in the world every year.

He's a man, but he's an expert on breast cancer

, his patients are almost all women in gynecology.

Now Jing Huan was standing in front of him.

He looked at him calmly. He was about [-] or [-] years old, with a gentle face and silent eyes. He was dressed in a khaki down jacket, which made him immersed in an indescribable low pressure.

Also, anyone who has cancer will not be in good spirits.

This man looks handsome, but it's useless to look good.

Cancer won't let you go just because you look good.

Lin Yiran felt a little regretful, another good young man was about to perish.

After a brief chat.

Lin Yiran suggested: "You are prone to other complications at this middle and late stage. For example, cancer cells will metastasize like the liver and lungs, and maybe other places."

When he was talking, he looked at Jing Huan, and found that there was no fear on the other person's face, and it was flat, as if what he said was just asking if he had eaten and how the weather was today.

So peaceful.

This is a good thing in a certain sense, but it is not a good thing in a certain sense.

Not afraid to show that this person is optimistic, and saying that he is not good is because he may have been frightened and stupid, and he does not know how to be afraid.

I don't know which one he belongs to.

"I think the most conservative treatment for you now is to quickly go through the chemotherapy procedures and use combined biological immunotherapy for treatment to prevent the further spread of cancer cells." After a pause, he comforted him with the professional ethics of a doctor: "Medical technology is not 20 Years ago, if you cooperated well, you might have a chance."

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After speaking, as if to cheer up the other party, he nodded specially.

Jing Huan looked at him, and suddenly smiled, into the breeze and bright moon, Lin Yiran was stunned for a second.

Is what I said false?The other party laughed.

Do you not believe it?

Before he could speak, Jing Huan sat across from him and said softly, "Thank you, Dr. Lin."

Then, with a dry throat, he said with difficulty, "For the time being... No need, is there any other way to cure it first."

Lin Yiran wanted to say that in the middle and late stage, there would be no time to change without chemotherapy.

But the look in the other party's eyes made him speechless for a moment, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He changed his words halfway: "Also... okay, if you don't want chemotherapy for the time being, you can prescribe some medicine to go home first, and you have to take it according to the dosage I said, and you can't stop."

Jing Huan's eyes were as lifeless as withered grass. Hearing the chemotherapy, there was hesitation and faint rejection in his eyes.

Like the dying struggle of a dying person.

People like him who are used to seeing dying people feel desolate.

Everyone has their own unspeakable secrets, maybe the man in front of him also has secrets that he can't tell.

Now if he doesn't want chemotherapy, he won't.

After finishing speaking, Lin Yiran glanced at him, took out a prescription form from the file basket in the upper right corner, flicked it a few times, and handed it to Jing Huan: "Take this and go downstairs to prescribe medicine, the pharmacy will tell you every time How to take medicine for a day."

Jing Huan got up, took the medicine list with both hands, and smiled weakly at Lin Yiran again: "Thank you."

Sometimes too much politeness is another kind of alienation and distrust in disguise.

Lin Yiran didn't know if Jing Huan didn't trust him the same way.

He smiled and said nothing.

Jing Huan wrapped the scarf again, and walked out the door with the list in hand.

He put his hand on the doorknob, and Lin Yiran's voice sounded behind him: "You'd better come to my place for a check-up every other week, and, um, you've discussed with your family that it's best to come to chemotherapy as soon as possible."

After saying this, Lin Yiran didn't know why he was such a mother-in-law. He received countless patients with serious diseases every year, and he was racing against death every day to see how many people he could snatch from Hades.

Now he looked at Jing Huan and couldn't help but say something more.

Perhaps, when he turned around, the lonely and lonely back made him feel rare pity.

Jing Huan paused, turned her head and nodded at him, then opened the door and went out.

Seeing the closed door again, Lin Yiran was startled as if he had gone mad.

The corridor outside the door.

Jing Huan went to the pharmacy on the first floor to pay for the medicine according to Lin Yiran's instructions.

This Dr. Lin is really nice, Jing Huan felt that he was so friendly and gentle to a strange patient.

I don't know if Chu Qing will care about him like others after knowing about his illness.

Thinking of this, Jing Huan suddenly smiled, and that smile was an imaginary self-deprecating smile.

He shook his head, tightened the medicine bag in his hand and walked forward.

After getting home.

He put the medicine bag in his study, opened it and read it carefully, and it was full of painkillers, targeted medicines, etc. After reading the daily dosage, he put those medicines behind a stack of books, Then I went to the kitchen and boiled water.

No matter what, let's take some medicine to resist for now.

night.

He cooked some rice porridge, because he didn't have much appetite recently and didn't want to cook. Chu Qing didn't know if he would come back, but he didn't call him for a long time, and now Jing Huan defaulted to Chu Qing's calling or not coming back.

The rice porridge was half cooked, and the door rang.

Chu Qing's tall figure fell in his eyes.

He was a little surprised. Recently, he knew that he came back early at night.

"Is the company not busy?" He asked casually.

After Chu Qing changed her shoes, she didn't raise her head, and her voice didn't fluctuate: "I can't come back because I'm busy."

After being choked so well, Jing Huan's heart sank, and then his face became stiff, but after a moment, he smiled: "Oh, you call earlier and I will cook more food."

He didn't want to quarrel with Chu Qing anymore, there seemed to be a lot of quarrels recently, he wanted to get along with him calmly.

Chu Qing went straight to the bedroom: "You're burning a little. Isn't that why you're at home every day? How much time is wasted on you?"

Then there was the sound of the door being pushed open and the lining of the wardrobe shaking.

Jing Huan frowned deeply, what do these words mean?

Isn't that what he does at home every day?

Ha, he dared to forget that when he first came out to struggle, Jing Huan followed him to do it all by himself. How could Chu Qing not have his help on his way to success?

Now that he has achieved success, all his achievements have been buried by time.

Chu Qing took it for granted, as if everything he ate and used was given by him.

Why does Jing Huan need to rely on a man to live? He has a share of the money they earn in this house.

"It doesn't take my time, but I don't want to cook it a second time. I'm almost done cooking the meal." Jing Huan no longer wants to quarrel, and now he is also irritated by Chu Qing's repeated sloppy attitude.

Just because he's not angry doesn't mean he's out of temper.

Chu Qing changed his clothes and came out, seeing Jing Huan's displeasure, he followed with a sneer and said, "Yes, I work hard every day to earn money to support you, and I have raised your temper. There is no food to eat."

Jing Huan threw the rag in his hand on the table, and his voice became sharp: "You pay for me?" Then he smiled with acne on his face: "Chu Qing, ask yourself, do you rely on yourself to make money? ? Did you walk up by yourself?"

For him, he is willing to retreat behind, take care of him, build a house with him, live a life of fireworks every day, and look forward to the future.

Now, Chu Qing actually said such words.

He really wants to ask clearly, how much money can he make by himself?

Did he understand business and management in the early stage?Does he know how to communicate with people and do business?

His success is not because of Jing Huan's desperate efforts to help him. After years of hard work, without saying a word, now that he has flown away, he has begun to despise himself?

Jing Huan's heart started to bleed.

In 12 years, he suddenly felt that he had been stupid for 12 years.

"Yeah, I'm not capable. I haven't studied much and I don't know as much as you, a college student. You have helped me a lot, and I don't deny it." Chu Qing was less than one meter away from him, and was angry at him.

Jing Huan bit her lower lip, vomiting blood in her heart: "Who are you talking to?"

"I hate you, Jing Huan, what are you doing behind my back at home every day? Who was that phone call yesterday? Tell me." Chu Qing suddenly broke out and yelled at him.

Jing Huan was taken aback by the roar: "What?"

"Last night, who did you secretly call? Your classmate is awesome, and the source of the phone can't be found. Is your classmate so capable? Is there a source of the number in City A that I can't find?" A series of cannonballs The bang fell from the sky like frozen hailstones, smashing Jing Huan to pieces.

His teeth were trembling, and he finally understood that what Chu Qing said yesterday was all lies, and they were all used to deceive him and use it to turn him around.

What he was wrong, he shouldn't doubt him.

Ha, he actually sneaked behind his back to investigate the other party's phone number.

Then he didn't find out, so he went home and lost his temper at him, saying all kinds of things that were not human.

At the end of the day, he just doesn't trust him.

I felt like I was doing something else behind his back.

Jing Huan laughed back angrily: "You secretly investigate other people, and you blame me if you don't find out? Hehe, why don't you blame yourself for your incompetence? Do you think that you are the only one who can do well, and everyone else is a fool?"

In this city A, there are so many golden nobles, invisible rich people, and people with powerful means.

Chu Qing is amazing, here is his own world with his own wings, but, can he turn City A upside down?

There are many people who are more powerful than him.

The source of Lin Yiran's number was not found, and he did not expect that a chief doctor could hide his number from being discovered.

However, Chu Qing indiscriminately suspected that she was cheating, which Jing Huan never expected.

Now it seems that it is fortunate that Lin Yiran was not found, otherwise the illness he worked so hard to conceal would have been discovered.

Chu Qing angrily kicked the leg of the dining table next to her, kicking the white table until it squeaked. Jing Huan trembled when she saw the flowers in the vase on the table.

Chu Qing was still angry, and blushed again and continued to persecute: "I'm not capable, I'm not capable, where did you get food and shelter, is it heaven that you are so leisurely at home these days, you helped Me, but I didn’t do anything myself? Did it all depend on you?”

"Playing wild at home, aren't you? You're so restless, you want to chat with this guy and that guy every day, and you've even found a big boss to sit by, right? Why, I don't make enough money for you to spend?" Chu Qingyue The more red-eyed you are, the more ugly you speak.

His current status in City A, there are not many people who can't be found, and Jing Huan has been at home for the past few years, and basically has no communication with the outside world. As for his college classmates, he has never heard of Jing Huan's outstanding classmates.

Otherwise, it would not have been so hard to start a business back then.

He felt strange when he heard it last night. He didn't expect to find someone to check it casually. Sure enough, he went to the office this morning.

Assistant Xiao Li told him: "Mr. Chu, I can't find the source of that strange number. I don't know who it belongs to."

At that time, he felt as if someone had gouged out his heart. Jing Huan actually lied to him?

One day, he was not in the mood for a meeting.

I came back early at night to ask him who that wild man was yesterday.