Facing scumbags, I choose BE

Chu Qing looked at him and smiled: "It's up to you."

The family has been stabilized, Chu Qing feels clear in her heart, Jing Huan is Jing Huan, he loves herself.

Just a little coaxing.

He has been with Jing Huan for so many years, no one can replace him.

They have passed that vigorous age, and now, their lives are as plain as water, clean and peaceful.

He knows that no matter who he finds outside, it is a temporary novelty, and no one can replace the person in his heart.

He leaves early and may return late, but he will definitely return home.

Chu Qing put the phone in his pocket, glanced at Qian Yu, and got up.

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In the evening, after eleven o'clock.

Jing Huan didn't feel sleepy at all, he didn't want to think too much, but in the dead of night, his thoughts couldn't help but began to flood.

I don't know how long this day will last.

He shouldn't have any expectations anymore, shouldn't expect anything from this man.

After more than ten years of hard work, what he got in the end was just a few false sweet words. Jing Huan felt that he would really leave early before the onset of the disease in anticipation.

Pulled the light.

Tonight, Chu Qing is destined not to come back.

He closed his eyes slowly.

Thinking about a few days ago, they had just eaten and played outside.

A silent sigh.

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The next day.

Jing Huan got up.

Today is the day to go to the hospital.

It's time for him to check his body, maybe the cancer cells have spread further.

It's fine if they are all scattered, so that he will end this painful life and be completely relieved.

Just eat a little bit.

Take the medical record and go out.

People's Hospital.

Lin Yiran took a sip of tea in the room, and he looked at his watch.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall again.

It was a promotional calendar issued by the hospital, and basically every office had one. In addition to the date printed on it, it was naturally printed with some promotional introductions from the hospital, plus some pictures to accompany it.

He didn't really like it very much, but it was all sent from above, so he accepted it as it was ordered.

"Dong dong dong" regular knock on the door.

Lin Yiran's heart also tightened: "Please come in."

Jing Huan walked in.

He is wearing a beige padded jacket today, which makes him extraordinarily elegant and warm.

Lin Yiran paused for a moment.

Jing Huan came over and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Doctor Lin."

It wasn't very cold outside today, and he felt much better than the previous two days all the way here.

Lin Yiran stood up, nodded with a smile.

Jing Huan spoke first.

Lin Yiran looked at him, and saw that his face was getting more and more haggard. When he saw him before, he didn't feel quite out of it. When he met him this time, he found that he was more tired than when he ran into him in the mall two days ago.

How could there be such a big gap in just a few days?

Lin Yiran wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he couldn't ask.

Especially the elite man who was with him that day. They walked side by side. Is it the kind of relationship he thought?

"Don't be discouraged, there is a possibility that this disease can be cured." The opening has turned into comfort.

Jing Huan was stunned suddenly, even Lin Yiran was dumbfounded.

He actually went to comfort him over and over again for the same patient.

There are countless people who came to him to see a doctor before, some of them were more serious than Jing Huan. He has treated many people and is used to seeing life and death. He looks the same to anyone who is seriously ill. Unbearable thoughts.

In the past few days, he has also read a lot of books and data, and is researching the cause of this disease. However, there are too few cases of good treatment of advanced breast cancer.

Lin Yiran felt a little frustrated when he thought of this. He is an expert in the study of this serious disease, and now he feels helpless.

Jing Huan looked at Lin Yiran and suddenly smiled, his eyes were crooked, and his voice was gentle: "Thank you, Dr. Lin."

He knew that Lin Yiran was a good doctor, and he could encourage him over and over again in the face of an extreme patient like himself. In fact, he knew very well about his illness, and his time was numbered.

After receiving too much neglect at home, he actually felt very heartwarming when faced with the care of an outsider.

Jing Huan was a little moved.

"It's nothing. You have to adjust your mood when you go home. It will be of great benefit to your condition. Besides," Lin Yiran paused: "Your illness should be treated with chemotherapy."

The voice behind him spoke softly and slowly.

He suggested that Jing Huan go to chemotherapy last time, but he declined, but if the disease is not treated in the advanced stage, it will continue to worsen, and it will be more difficult to treat.

He felt a little worried when he thought of this.

But he knew that the man in front of him would not listen obediently just because of his words.

He was just trying to persuade him from the sidelines.

Jing Huan remained silent, and after a while, it was difficult to say: "I'll take the medicine for a few days first."

"Your illness is no longer something that can be overcome by just taking medicine." Without holding back, Lin Yiran blurted out.

He looked at Jing Huan with sincerity on his face. This is not a small cold. It only takes a few days to take the medicine and it will be cured. Could it be that Jing Huan is not clear?

Or is there something wrong with him?

money?

Lin Yiran suddenly thought of this.

Is it because he has no money?

But the man beside him that day stood with him, not like a poor man.

Besides, you can afford to visit the most expensive shopping mall in City A, so how can you be short of the money?

Lin Yiran really wanted to ask, but he held back in the end. He is only his doctor now, so it's better not to say too much.

Jing Huan listened to what he said, but didn't speak, he understood everything he said.

Taking medicine will not cure the disease. The point is that if he undergoes chemotherapy now, it will be very painful. He has nothing to care about. He has undergone another kind of criminal law baptism in such pain at the end of his life. What is he plotting?

What is he for?

For clarity?

Jing Huan felt sad, and Chu Qing was afraid that if she knew about her illness, she would despise him even more.

If there is someone who loves him, he can still fight hard for the other person and try hard.

Now, if he accepts such painful chemotherapy, he will not even have any extra comfort except for suffering.

He couldn't find any reason why he continued to fight the illness.

Lin Yiran looked at Jing Huan for a while, seeing the ashen expression on his face, he couldn't bear it, and finally: "You go back and think about it, or discuss it with your relatives, your time Very precious."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the person in front of him, hoping that he would listen to what he had said.

Jing Huan nodded, and finally smiled again: "Thank you."

Lin Yiran also laughed: "Can you stop thanking me all the time, I haven't treated you well, so you just thank me, isn't this putting pressure on me?"

Jing Huan knew he was joking.

He is a good doctor and has a girlfriend who loves him. Jing Huan hopes that Lin Yiran will have a smooth life.

Get up and say goodbye.

Jing Huan walked out of the room.

Lin Yiran suddenly got up and went to the bed. He stood there quietly looking out of the window. After a while, a man's figure appeared in his eyes.

Jing Huan walked slowly, lifting up the skirt of his padded jacket as he walked.

His back is a bit rickety, he doesn't like to look at the front when he walks, he always lowers his head, as if he is looking for something lost.

At this time, a man came in front of him and ran past him in a hurry, accidentally bumping into him.

The other party stood still and apologized again and again, he saw Jing Huan smiled at the man, his face was as warm as ever, said something, and then the man also smiled and left.

This is a gentle and accustomed person.

Jing Huan's figure slowly disappeared from his sight, and the figure became smaller and smaller as he walked, and he knew he couldn't see clearly.

Lin Yiran was still standing by the window. He picked up his mobile phone and broadcast a number: "Hello? How about the last time I asked you?"

The other party connected and seemed very busy: "I'm also looking for that matter. There are good doctors in the United States. I will definitely show you."

......

After leaving the hospital completely.

Jing Huan walked aimlessly, he didn't want to go home now.

The house was cold and empty, and there was no one he wanted. Even if there was, his mood now was different from before.

The home that he had carefully guarded and loved so much before, now that he entered it, he felt like he was in a huge cage, trapping his whole body and mind, and he could no longer feel the slightest bit of warmth and love in this home. .

He would rather stand here in the open air and blow the cold wind for half an hour than go in again.

For the nest that has lived in for several years, Jing Huan's disgust at this moment came so suddenly, so real, and so caught off guard.

He put his hand into his pocket, and there was an invisible pocket near the inside of the padded jacket, in which was a bank card, which was his life's struggle.

Ever since he considered going to the north and south with Chu Qing, he took it with him.

More than ten years have passed, and there is not even 50 in it.

With his ability, he didn't fill up a card with 50 in more than ten years, and he thought it was funny.

In fact, you can't think so.

He and Chu Qing came out to start a business together, and now the company is half owned by him, but he didn't fight for it.

He felt that his and Chu Qing's things were the same to anyone, so in the company these years, it was Chu Qing who made the decisions.

The money earned naturally fell into Chu Qing's pocket.

Now I look at my pocket, there is nothing in it except a poor card of more than 30 yuan.

One-third of his life has passed, but he still has nothing, no money, and the person he loves has gone astray with him at some point.

None of his parents are still alive, and his friends have been silently abandoned by him when he made the decision to follow that man.

Now, looking back on my own journey, I found that apart from being sick, nothing seemed to be left behind.

Jing Huan came to the park alone.

He found a bench and sat there. There were not many people in the park in the morning, except for a few elderly people walking around with their children, there were hardly any people in sight.

The huge park seemed extremely cold and quiet.

He looked at the sky, the sun was out today, it wasn't very dazzling, he stretched out his hand and swayed in the air, as if he wanted to hold that ray of warm light.

But after trying for a long time, I found that it was all in vain.

The hand was held in the air for a long time, and the only bit of heat was also dissipated.

He sighed, his life was about to come to an end, and the final outcome was - nothing.

What has he been doing all these years?