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"Your attitude makes it seem like you don't love me anymore."

When Lu Qingye said this, his tone was faint and a little sour.

Meng Wantang looked at him in surprise and changed the gauze for him expressionlessly.

"You always seek death like this, which is really unpleasant for a doctor."

When Meng Wantang was bandaging his wounds, she glared at him fiercely. Her cold eyes were full of intimidation.

Lu Qingye became mute instantly.

"I, I'll pay attention next time."

Meng Wantang sneered: "You actually want a next time?"

"..."

The number of times Lu Qingye got upset today continued to increase.

He actually knew very well that Meng Wantang might be in a bad mood.

Lu Qingye had already begun to write a countdown sign for his life in his heart. He didn't care how long he could live, he just wanted to live one more day.

He wanted to spend more time with her and spend time with her properly.

"Absolutely no next time."

Lu Qingye began to think about whether he should resign and stay with Meng Wantang at home. He then thought that once he died, he would have no income.

For those who are alive, life will become very difficult if they lose that amount of income every month.

It would be better for him to live a few more days.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Wantang asked suddenly.

Lu Qingye said subconsciously: "I'm thinking that if I die, my family's monthly income will be less than a hundred yuan. Your and your children's living standards will definitely drop."

When Meng Wantang heard this, he sneered twice: "Are you still prepared to grit your teeth and live for a few more decades?"

"I would like to live for a few more decades, but this disease may not allow me to live for a few more decades." Lu Qingye frowned.

He spoke from his heart.

Human beings are actually very small. When faced with diseases, they are often very powerless.

Especially when you know that you have a terminal illness and there is no cure, the feeling of powerlessness cannot be described in words. You obviously want to live, and you are working very hard to survive and struggling. But God doesn't give you a chance, and you end up dying.

If the test results had not come out, Meng Wantang would definitely feel particularly uncomfortable when he heard this.

Now she was in a joking mood.

"If you die, you don't have to worry about the family's income being insufficient in the future. The creams I make can also make up for the plasters at home, and I can make some money. Moreover, I don't charge money to treat others, and others don't. No matter who comes, he will always come to me for treatment. No matter what he brings, it will solve our family's big problems."

Meng Wantang raised his eyes and looked at Lu Qingye with a half-smile: "You may not know that if someone like you dies, your salary will be halved, and then you will continue to pay me until I die."

Lu Qingye suddenly relaxed: "Does this policy still exist? When did you know about it?"

"My mother said that." Meng Wantang asked with half-squinted eyes, "What's wrong? Do you still want to say that it doesn't matter if you die? Anyway, even if your salary is halved in the future, it will still be less than a hundred yuan. I Life with the kids hasn’t changed much, has it? So you can die with peace of mind.”

When Lu Qingye heard this, he shook his head hurriedly: "What if you get married? I don't want to wait for you down there for decades and end up with you hand in hand with another man."

Meng Wantang was quite angry at first, but she suddenly laughed.

"I said you are pretty good at being angry with yourself. Since you know that I will definitely hold hands with others in the future. Then try your best to live a little longer."

Meng Wantang handed him the report in her hand, took the lunch box and got up to go to the cafeteria to get food.

In addition to the ward, she also hummed a ditty.

When Lu Qingye heard Meng Wantang's singing in the ward, he was stunned for a moment, and then an unbelievable thought came to his heart.

He opened the inspection report and read it carefully several times, but he didn't understand it.

Just then the doctor came over. Before Lu Qingye could ask the doctor, the doctor took the initiative and said, "As soon as your lover heard that you didn't have cancer, he stood in the corridor and cried as soon as he walked out of my office. He cried for a long time before he came back." ”

Lu Qingye was quite happy at first, but now he feels extremely distressed.

He had always known that Meng Wantang had not been sleeping well recently. Sometimes, when he woke up at night, he would see Meng Wantang with her eyes open and looking at him in a daze.

The moonlight shone on her face, but it was full of haggardness.

Other times he could hear her crying.

Sometimes when he was asleep, he heard Meng Wantang holding his hand and saying, "Lu Qingye, it took a lot of effort for me to fall in love with someone. Can you not die?"

At that moment, Lu Qing really wanted to hold her in her arms and comfort her.

He thought he might die, but in the end he didn't move.

The more emotion he puts into it, the more reluctant Meng Wantang will be to let him die.

"Do I really not have lung cancer?" Lu Qingye still wanted to hear the doctor say negative words himself.

The doctor said: "I'm 100% sure that there is nothing wrong with your lungs. But your body needs to be taken good care of. It may be because you had lung inflammation before and your wife was scared."

"Is the lung inflammation serious?" Lu Qingye asked.

"It's quite serious, but your lover is very powerful, and the medicines prescribed for you are good for your body. If you take care of yourself for a while, your lung problem will be completely solved. You can't just because of this matter. Take it lightly. Many diseases come to you when you are silent. You should pay more attention to it and don't stay up late all the time. Staying up late is not good for your body. "

The doctor and Lu Qingye are also old acquaintances.

I still remember that one year when Lu Qingye was carried in half-dead, he was the chief surgeon.

It took them more than ten hours to bring Lu Qingye back from the brink of death.

"I have a wife and children now, which is different from before. I cherish my life much more than you do, so don't worry."

Lu Qingye waited for the doctor to finish the examination, watched the doctors leave, and looked at the door of the ward from time to time.

Meng Wantang came back from dinner. As soon as she walked to the door of the ward, she met Lu Qingye's expectant eyes. Before she could say anything, Lu Qingye started laughing.

"You'd better stop laughing, look at the worthless look on your face." Meng Wantang walked in with a lunch box, put the lunch box on the cabinet, and opened it, "You didn't read this inspection report clearly? Did you? ? The doctor came here just now and told you the test results. Congratulations, Comrade Lu Qingye, you still have several decades to live. "

Lu Qingye quickly stretched out his hand to pull Meng Wantang over and kissed her directly.