I had a flash marriage with a rich man

After thinking about it, Mu Sitong took out her phone again, entered her symptoms into Du Niang, and searched to see if it could be cancer.

I also searched for how long can I live if I have a malignant tumor in my throat?

If there are not many days left, she must quickly arrange what to do in the remaining days. The most important thing is to spend time with her parents and grandpa, and to say good to her cousins. Please ask them, after she leaves, Let them help her take care of her parents.

She gave all the property in her name to her cousins.

As long as they take care of her parents in her old age, the property in her parents' names will also be distributed to her cousins ​​in the future.

Thinking that her uncles and cousins ​​were all good people, they would agree to her request.

I felt a little uncomfortable, and when I looked up Du Niang, I felt like I was not far from death.

This is what Mu Sitong is like.

She didn't even send the test results to her family doctor.

She thought that if she was diagnosed with a malignant tumor, it would be death if she treated it, and she would die if she didn't treat it. She would not treat it, so as not to end up losing both her life and money, and she didn't want her family to know about it for the time being.

Once the test results are sent to the family doctor, the family doctor will definitely tell her parents and grandfather.

Grandpa is old and has always loved her the most. How could he bear such a blow?

For God's sake, why her?

She was still so young and unmarried, and she finally found her sights on a man. She chased him for several months, but she still hadn't caught him. People didn't even want to confirm a relationship with her, so they were going to do such a big thing for her.

So unfair.

Did God feel that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and was jealous that she was loved by her family and had very good living conditions, so he gave her cancer so that even if her family had money, they would not be able to keep her alive?

Nowadays, medicine is very advanced, but many cancers are still terminal diseases. Spending a lot of money to treat the disease can only increase your life by a few years, or even a few months.

Mu Sitong knew this very well, so she wanted to confirm the diagnosis. If it was early stage, she would actively treat it. Not for anyone else, but for her parents and grandfather, she would receive treatment.

If it was in the middle and late stages, she would give up if she didn't have much time to live even with treatment.

Spend the rest of your days well with your elders.

Mu Sitong was in a low mood and fell into pessimism. Her nose was sore several times and there were tears in her eyes.

Usually many people can shout freely and easily: You will die at most.

But when it comes to dying, I still can't let go of many, many people. I can't let go and I'm afraid of death.

Mu Sitong was also afraid.

She is afraid of death, she doesn't want to die.

"Why are you here? I didn't see you coming in. What's wrong with you?"

Mu Ziheng's questioning voice came from above Leng Buding's head.

At some point, he stood in front of her.

Mu Sitong quickly put away her phone and looked up at him, trying to smile. But the moment she looked up at him, her tears couldn't be controlled, and they rolled down like beads with broken strings.

Mu Ziheng frowned, what's wrong with this girl?

He wanted to go to the bathroom and walked out of the consulting room, only to see her sitting here alone, looking at something on her cell phone.

He wanted to slip away quietly, too lazy to pay any attention to her.

When I passed by her, I couldn't help but stop, and finally asked those few words.

Unexpectedly, she cried when she saw him.

"what happened to you?"

Mu Ziheng asked in a low voice.

Mu Sitong wiped away tears and said, "It's okay, I'm okay."

Mu Ziheng didn't believe her when she said it was okay.

He knew her as a cheerful and lively person who rarely shed tears.

Something must have happened.

Mu Ziheng turned back to his consulting room, brought a pack of tissues, handed it to her, and said, "Wipe your tears. Don't let people think I'm bullying you."

The other patients were watching.

Mu Sitong took the tissue and said, "Dr. Mu, thank you."

After she wiped her tears, Mu Ziheng asked her for her phone, "Show me your phone."

"what?"

"Show me your phone!"

"I, I don't have anything on my phone. I secretly took photos of you. You know, you deleted them all."

Mu Sitong clutched her cell phone tightly in her trouser pocket and said, "I didn't secretly take photos of you just now."

"Did you take any secret photos? Show me your phone to make sure what you said is true."

"Mu Ziheng, even if I took a photo of you, so what? I only secretly took two photos of you, and I didn't sell them to anyone else. If you feel like you're at a disadvantage, you can take mine and I'll take them for you openly. "

Mu Ziheng's eyes were sharp and serious. He stared at her and ordered: "Mu Sitong, don't let me grab it. Give me your phone right away!"

I didn't come to him for a few days, but when I came, I cried and said it was okay, and that there was a ghost.

It must be a big deal to make the cheerful girl cry.

Her phone would have the answer.

Mu Sitong pouted and looked at him.

She was sick and dying, yet he was still so indifferent to her.

Under Mu Ziheng's serious gaze, Mu Sitong hesitated and finally took out her mobile phone and handed it to him.

His appearance has been burned into her heart, and even if he deletes all the photos saved in her phone, he cannot delete it from her heart.

Worst case, I'll find another opportunity to secretly take pictures.

Mu Ziheng didn't even look through her photo album to see if there were any photos of him. There were definitely photos of him, and he knew it without asking.

Now, he doesn't care how many photos she secretly takes of him.

As long as she likes it.

He clicked on the browser and saw in the search traces that she had searched a lot related to throat cancer.

"Mu Ziheng, please don't delete them all, okay? Leave a few pictures for me? If you delete them all, I will secretly take photos of you without a shirt next time. You have a pretty good figure, and I'm drooling just looking at it. Ha ha."

Mu Ziheng looked at her, his eyes still sharp, and asked her seriously: "Who has throat cancer? You?"

Because of her search history, she was asked whether people in their twenties would get throat cancer.

Mu Sitong: "..."

Didn't he delete the photos?

Why did you suddenly ask her this question?

Her test results were not photographed. How did he get it from her mobile phone?

When she didn't answer, Mu Ziheng reached for her bag.

Mu Sitong quickly stopped him, but he was a step too slow and he got the bag first.

"Doctor Mu..."

Mu Ziheng gouged her coldly, and he stared at her and swallowed what she wanted to say.

Mu Ziheng deftly unzipped her bag and got her inspection report from inside.

First I scanned it quickly, then looked at it carefully several times.

Mu Sitong asked him nervously: "Doctor Mu, do you think this is a malignant tumor? To what extent is it? How long can I live?"

Mu Ziheng looked at her, and Mu Sitong read a message in his eyes, that is, he seemed to want to strangle her to death.

Could it be that she didn't have a malignant tumor?

He has good medical skills and can tell the benign and malignant at a glance?