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There was a stack of examination results and diagnostic materials at Boai Hospital in the provincial capital. Cao Rui looked at the results and found that in the late stage of liver cancer, the largest tumor was more than ten centimeters long and had metastasized outside the organ.

The doctor made it very clear that the possibility of treatment for this condition, whether at home or abroad, was very low. Based on the opinions of the family, the hospital could offer several options.

Chen Xuewen has completely lost his mind. Chen Fusheng's wife Guan Chunfang is still hiding it and dare not talk about it. Cao Rui's hands are shaking when he gets the information.

For the first time, Cao Rui felt that nothing in the world was really worth mentioning in the face of life and death. Cao Rui called Hu Li. Hu Li had arranged a special care unit with the best experts in diagnosis and treatment. .

But no matter how much money you have, no matter how many privileges you have, they are as fragile as paper when crushed by fate.

Cao Rui can only persuade Chen Xuewen to clear up his ideological work now, because many decisions must be made by Chen Xuewen. Cao Rui is just Chen Fusheng's apprentice. With his status, he dares to decide anything?

Fortunately, Cao Rui now works in the Party History Office, and no one will care if he asks for leave. He stayed with Chen Xuewen for four or five days, and on the sixth day, Chen Xuewen told Cao Rui:

"Brother Cao, my dad wants to see you! Anyway, you know the situation well. We can only try our best to hide it. One more day to hide it is just one more day..."

Cao Rui nodded. He entered the ward and almost collapsed on the spot when he saw Chen Fusheng for the first time.

I haven't seen Chen Fusheng for more than half a month. He has lost a lot of weight and is very dry. His hair is all white and his face is darkened. He looks almost unrecognizable.

"Master! Hey, I went to the provincial capital to look for connections, wondering if I could find an official position again. I heard Xuewen said that you were sick, so I came over to see you!" Cao Ruidao said. His lie was not clever, but he tried his best. It also fits his current situation.

Chen Fusheng smiled, pointed to the chair in front of the hospital bed, and said:

"You told me a concept before, saying that a person living for 80 years and living for 300 years are actually the same thing, because everyone will die, and there is not much difference between dying early and dying late!"

Cao Rui said:

"Master, why are you talking about this? I just talked to Xuewen and said that your disease is a chronic disease. The key is to take time to recover..."

Chen Fusheng nodded and said:

"Don't talk about illness, I only came to you for two things. The first thing is that you have read a little bit of the novel I wrote. I only wrote tens of thousands of words, and I may need to continue to think about and polish those tens of thousands of words.

I'll give you that manuscript. It's been sent to your email. You can continue to finish it. You have been working in Qilihe for several years, and you have more experience and life than me.

Now you are at a low point in your life and have time to write. At this time, the best way to calm yourself is to write. You will definitely be able to write a wonderful story..."

"Master..."

Cao Rui burst into tears. No matter how strong a man pretends to be, it often only takes one moment to break his defense.

Chen Fusheng stopped Cao Rui: "This novel has been written. The book is called "Xiaolu". You know Xiaolu, and you also know the story of her and Yang Erbao. Their story is the root of my creation of this book. I am deeply attracted by it." Deeply moved..."

Chen Fusheng pointed to the tea cup. Cao Rui handed it over to him and he took a sip of water:

"The second thing is that you work with Xuewen and tell him that I want to go back to Yongping and go home! I have very little time, and I want to make good use of it instead of wasting it here. Inside the hospital.

Men, don’t say such hypocritical words. From the age of thirty, I have understood what life and death are, and I have no fear..."

After chatting with Chen Fusheng for more than half an hour, when he came out of the ward, Chen Xuewen was already waiting outside. Cao Rui pressed his hand:

"I'm going to the toilet."

Cao Rui went to the toilet and locked himself in a narrow space. He could no longer contain his inner emotions and burst into tears, but he tried his best to hold back and not let himself cry.

The separation between life and death is so sudden that no one is prepared at all. Last year, Chen Fusheng could drink a bottle of wine every day. This year... he may have less than three months to live.

Cao Rui first came into contact with Chen Fusheng out of utilitarianism. Over the years, Cao Rui got to know many people because of this, but Chen Fusheng eventually became Cao Rui's master. After the two became master-disciple, many of their subsequent interactions became Completely free from utility.

Cao Rui also got to know Chen Fusheng bit by bit, from understanding to admiration to respect. This is a process.

When Cao Rui stepped down from the position of secretary of the Qilihe Party Committee, the person who encouraged him the most was Chen Fusheng. Chen Fusheng never said a word of encouragement, but he brought Cao Rui into another circle.

This circle is completely different from the political circle. It is refreshing and eye-opening for Cao Rui. How can Cao Rui not be grateful for these little things?

Politics is so cruel and realistic. It is a rule for people to leave after the tea is cold, and it cannot be said. If you say it, it will break the rules. It was so cold. In the past few months, only the things Chen Fusheng brought to him were warm...

It took half an hour for Cao Rui to calm down and then came out to find Chen Xuewen.

He saw Chen Xuewen hiding in the nurse's rest area, squatting in the corner, pressing his head against the wall, breaking down and crying.

He is an only son, and his father has no sons. Now he is doing quite well in the provincial capital, and he has always wanted to bring his parents to the provincial capital to enjoy their happiness! When he and Cao Rui were drinking during the Chinese New Year, he told Chen Fusheng and his wife that they had already bought a small house, and that when their father retired, the family could reunite in the provincial capital.

In just half a month, all the good plans were wiped out...

Cao Rui stood aside and said nothing, and kept smoking. After smoking four or five cigarettes, Chen Xuewen gradually became rational. He looked back at Cao Rui, and Cao Rui handed him a cigarette.

He took two puffs: "Dad just told me a few things..."

Chen Xuewen said much the same thing, Cao Rui said:

"Your father has been bright, open-minded, and unrestrained all his life, but the two of us actually wanted to hide it from him. Hehe, we are overestimating our capabilities!"

Chen Xuewen was silent. After a long time, he said:

"Brother, I want to ask you something!"

Cao Rui said: "You tell me about the study, I will do my best!"

Chen Xuewen said:

"He is very concerned about the novel that my father is currently writing. He just told me that he will leave the rest to you to write. Can you finish it before he... goes? I want him... to let him See this story with your own eyes…

Maybe he can live longer if he has this thought. After all, doesn’t everyone have to have a thought? "

Cao Rui was stunned for a moment and clenched his fist vigorously, feeling confused inside.

He didn't know how to write this story. Should he write it faster or slower?

"Write faster, right? The faster, the better. My dad will read it and help you improve it and polish it..."