He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Since he decided to move out, Lu Xingzhou has been looking at the house for the past few days.

For convenience, he compared many houses near the company, but he couldn't make up his mind.

He couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and he shouldn't be too hasty when thinking about moving, so Lu Xingzhou simply slowed down his pace and prepared to choose carefully.

Suddenly one day, he received a call.

"Is it Mr. Lu Xingzhou?"

"I'm."

"I'm your attending physician. The results of your gastroscopy pathology report last week have come out. The situation is not very good. Please spare some time to come over these few days so that we can formulate the best treatment plan for you."

Lu Xingzhou quickly responded.

The doctor's tone was quite serious, Lu Xingzhou also took this matter to heart, and rushed to the hospital that afternoon.

The doctor is a middle-aged man in his thirties and 40s. He sat at the table with a serious expression, pushed his glasses, looked at Lu Xingzhou, then flipped through his pathology report, and said slowly: "Mr. Lu, your It's not doing well and may need a stomach resection."

Lu Xingzhou was stunned, he didn't expect the stomach problem to be so serious, he asked stupidly: "Is it okay not to cut it?"

"Of course not, otherwise it will spread later."

"Then..." Lu Xingzhou realized something: "Diffusion?"

He looked at the doctor in a daze, and said in a trembling voice, "How long can I live?"

"What are you talking about, young man? You have some precancerous lesions in the lesser curvature of the stomach. As long as you remove part of the stomach, you can prevent the spread. Compared with most gastric cancer patients, this is already a very good result. When many patients find cancer, It's too late."

Lu Xingzhou came back to his senses, but he was still afraid: "Can it be cured? Will there be any sequelae?"

The doctor said: "The young man is so young, why is he so pessimistic? The chance of curing the precancerous lesions of the stomach is very high. But we must pay attention to the diet in the future. After gastrectomy, there will be certain obstacles in the absorption of nutrients, so we must eat lightly. , Eat less and eat more, don't increase the burden on the stomach and intestines."

Lu Xingzhou wrote them down one by one. The doctor flipped through his medical records, frowned and said, "Looking at your previous pathology, gastric bleeding and gastric ulcers were all caused by drinking. Before the stomach surgery, you must not drink any more. gone."

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you first. If you have a stomachache these days, remember to take it, but you must not eat too much."

Lu Xingzhou lowered his head and obediently listened to the doctor's words, like a child being taught a lesson by his parents.

"Young man, what about your family? For such a serious matter, it's best to have your family accompany you to take care of it."

Lu Xingzhou flinched, he opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word. Seeing his appearance, the doctor thought he had touched someone's heartache, and knowing that it would be wrong to ask more questions, he kindly comforted him with a sympathetic face.

Lu Xingzhou knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't explain much, thanked him, took the report card, and walked out of the hospital gate.

He looked at the report carefully, and he couldn't understand many technical terms on it, only the "precancerous lesion" written on the diagnosis result he understood.

Lu Xingzhou walked on the side of the road blankly and helplessly. He rubbed the ball of paper in his hand and prepared to throw it into the trash can by the side of the road. After hesitating for a moment, he finally stuffed it into his pocket.

Gastrectomy plus follow-up treatment must cost a lot. It's ridiculous to say that he has paid so much for Zheng Qian's career over the years, but he hasn't saved much money.

It's not that Zheng Qian withheld his salary, but that he himself has no sense of saving money. He usually spends some of his salary on family expenses, and the occasional gift to Zheng Qian is also expensive.

Looking at the bank card now, the remaining money can be worth his treatment expenses.

Lu Xingzhou smiled wryly, and he thought about his plan to rent a house again. Although he was a little tight on funds, he still didn't give up on this idea.

Since you can't afford a good house, you can also be particular about those who are almost there. As long as your goals are achieved, you can bear with everything else.

Passing by a dilapidated neighborhood, Lu Xingzhou went in for a stroll, and saw that there were many houses for rent. He took out his mobile phone and wrote down a few numbers, and left here.

Back home, Zheng Qian hadn't come back yet, Aunt Zhang was preparing dinner in the kitchen, Lu Xingzhou remembered what Zheng Qian asked him to cook last time.

He took the initiative to walk into the kitchen and stopped Aunt Zhang.

"Let me come."

Aunt Zhang knew that he wanted to cook, so she nodded and said, "Do you need my help, sir?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled and shook his head, Aunt Zhang gently closed the door and exited the kitchen.

While processing the ingredients, Lu Xingzhou was in a daze. Thinking about stomach cancer, he couldn't concentrate today.

"hiss"

His finger hurt a little, and he came back to his senses. There was a mark on his finger cut by the knife, and blood came out. He quickly put down the knife and put his hand under the faucet to rinse.

Over the years, his skills have become more and more proficient, and it has been a long time since he cut his hands. Only in the few years when he married Zheng Qian, he wanted to cook for Zheng Qian, but he was always clumsy. He learned to cook from videos every day, but he always hurt himself.

But it can be regarded as rewarding, his culinary skills are now very good, and even Zheng Qian will not hesitate to praise him after eating.

Today is really absent-minded, Lu Xingzhou sighed and finished the meal.

Zheng Qian also just came home, if Lin Mo wasn't with him, then this scene would be perfect.

Lu Xingzhou automatically ignored Lin Mo's existence. He took off his apron, put the dishes on the table one by one, and shouted at Zheng Qian, "It's time to eat."

Zheng Qian washed his hands and sat down. He picked up a shredded radish and put it in his mouth. Before he chewed it a few mouthfuls, his face changed.

Lu Xingzhou was at a loss, he didn't know what was wrong, so he quickly picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

too salty!

It must be because I was absent-minded today and put too much salt.

Lu Xingzhou looked at Zheng Qian uneasily. After Zheng Qian finished drinking the water, he threw the glass heavily on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Xingzhou, did you knock over the salt jar?"

Lu Xingzhou hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He picked up the dishes near him again, and switched to Zheng Qian's.

"Try this, it will definitely work."

Seeing his fawning look, Zheng Qian couldn't get angry. He threw down his chopsticks and said, "You can eat by yourself."

Then he pulled up Lin Mo who was next to him, and said softly, "I'll take you out to eat."

Lin Mo nodded obediently: "I will follow you."

After that, Zheng Qian took Lin Mo and left the house, completely forgetting that he asked this person to cook for him a few days ago.

Lu Xingzhou watched his achievements being ruined like this, but he didn't look too surprised.

When he first started learning how to cook, his cooking was either too salty or too bland, and sometimes even the rice was sticky. Zheng Qian didn't look good every time, and his speech was horrible.

It wasn't until Lu Xingzhou's cooking skills improved a lot that Zheng Qian could eat his cooking.

He's been verbally attacked so many times that it's nothing now.

He thought he was invulnerable, but his heart still hurt. He looked at the leftovers and didn't want to waste them. Lu Xingzhou numbly picked up the bowl and finished his meal.