Hedgehog and Tiger

Yang Tang left the ward with a smile, and felt tired only after closing the door.My brain throbbed in pain.

He searched in his pocket for a long time, but found only candy.

Fruit candies were wrapped in colorful candy wrappers, Yang Tang casually threw them into the trash can, and went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.

The medical staff pushed the patient downstairs around the lake. It was still freezing outside this season. The man sat in a wheelchair and smiled, pointing to the kite on the tree and saying something.

Yang Tang, who usually never stops, suddenly felt that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The wind is in the ears.

Pour it into him, and it will knock him down.

Yang Tang was brought up by his grandmother. His mother and father had been working outside to earn money. His father didn't know where he heard the news that the college entrance examination was going to be resumed, and he insisted on going to university.His mother has nothing to do with a woman, so she can only support him to study while working.

One less job and more expenses.The money sent back by his mother was getting less and less. If his grandma hadn't fed him corn mush when he was young, Yang Tang probably wouldn't have lived to be ten years old.

When Yang Tang saw his father again, his mother had already died on the construction site.

Yang Tang was taken to the city by his father, and met Chu Feng and the others in the old alley.He is like a stabbing head, stabbing whoever catches him.

Then his father married the daughter of a high-ranking official and made his way to the top.

He still remembers that when the construction site transported his mother's body back to his hometown, his grandma didn't shed a single tear.His mother was overworked, and a brick fell from the roof and hit her on the head.The day before the burial, Yang Tang saw her grandmother wiping the blood on his mother's face with a white handkerchief, once, again...

"Brother! Brother..." the child shouted.

Yang Tang reached out to pick up the toy that fell to his feet, and handed it to him.

The child didn't even say thank you, took the ball and ran to his mother, saying: "Mom, that brother..."

His mother took his hand and said, "Shh-"

In the ward, Yang Tang tidied up the bouquet, listening to grandma chatting with the uncle in the next bed, telling stories from the past, the topic turned to grandchildren.

"Uh...Mr. Yang." The doctor called from the door.

Yang Tang sighed, touched the back of his grandma's hand, slowed down the infusion machine, and said in a low voice, "You're urging me for money again."

Grandma laughed and scolded him, saying, "Go quickly, brat."

Yang Tang got up immediately, as if he was afraid that his grandma would say him, after closing the door, his face turned cold, and he said to the doctor: "Let's go to the office to talk."

The doctor followed Yang Tang, as if he was sentenced to death.

"We have confirmed that it is an advanced stage of esophageal cancer, and there are no more than two treatment methods. Chemotherapy and surgery. The patient's body..."

"Is the chance of survival higher after surgery?"

"Uh...not necessarily."

Yang Tang was a little impatient, rubbed his temples and said, "Just tell me how to make my grandma live well."

"Okay, look at this. These are two plans I have made. The first is chemotherapy. If the curative effect is good, the patient can survive for about two or three months longer, and there will be no great pain during the period. The second option is surgery, the patient is too old and the risk of surgery is high, so we do not recommend surgery.”

"Will my grandma be the same as a normal person after the operation?"

"If you recover well and have no adverse reactions..."

Yang Tang returned to the ward with a smell of cigarettes all over his body, and was scolded by his grandma for a while.

With the excuse of going back to the hotel to get something, Yang Tang escaped.

He was still sitting in the same position as last time, and the nurses walked back and forth. Occasionally, someone would help a patient into the hospital, and some would leave the hospital with a newborn.

life and death.

Intertwined so harmoniously.

The phone rang, and Yang Tang opened it to look.

[Hedgehog: The little brother sitting opposite me to review actually brought his girlfriend, the review efficiency is too low.But if you're next to me, I'm sure I won't even be able to read the book.image.jpg. 】

Attached is a photo of He Xinchun frowning, with a line of words next to it.

If I'm bald, will you still love me?

Yang Tang called him with a smile, but it took a while for him to answer.

He lowered his voice and said back to him: "How is it? Is your boyfriend handsome?"

"New Year's Day..."

"What are you doing, boyfriend?"

"Grandma has esophageal cancer."

"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, followed by the sound of ping-pong-pong, accompanied by dissatisfied voices around the library and He Xinchun's apology.

Yang Tang hung up the phone, and the kid who asked him to pick up the ball last time sat next to him.

The two of them didn't say anything, the child tilted his head to look at him from time to time, and walked over obediently when his mother called him to eat.