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In the ward, Shi Dongdong sat on the bed and looked at Huo Yan who was bending over to serve him dumplings.

Huo Yan was only wearing a shirt at this time, and the result of long-term fitness made the pectoral muscles under the shirt faintly visible, not very exaggerated, but it made people feel stalwart.

Huo Yan once said to him, "Here, I feel very strong."

Because of lowering his head, the hair on Huo Yan's forehead drooped slightly.His hair has natural curls, big ones.

Shi Dongdong heard that people with naturally curly hair are generally smart.

The strong and smart Huo Yan is serving him dumplings at this time.

Huo Yan, who didn't even answer his phone a few days ago, has been visiting him in the hospital for two consecutive days.

Should I be happy or disappointed?

In short, don't feel guilty, Shi Dongdong said to himself.

Huo Yan had already brought the dumplings in front of him, and asked at the same time, "Is it okay to eat this?"

Shi Dongdong directly picked up a dumpling from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, "I can eat a bowl of the one you ordered!"

Huo Yan sat next to him and watched him eat.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Shi Dongdong asked while eating.

Huo Yan nodded, "I settled it at the company before I came here."

"Oh." Shi Dongdong nodded, with a disappointed expression, "If you haven't eaten, we can eat dumplings together. When we were in Poitiers before, we all ate together..."

"You still remember." Huo Yan smiled.

"Of course I remember, my brain is full of tumors and I won't forget it." Shi Dongdong felt his nose ache.

"Don't talk nonsense," Huo Yan put away his laugh, and asked seriously, "Have you decided when to have surgery?"

Shi Dongdong was picking up a dumpling, when he heard Huo Yan's question, the dumpling was not caught, fell down, brushed his skirt and slid onto the bed sheet.

Shi Dongdong frowned slightly.

Huo Yan stood up immediately, took a few paper towels from the bedside to help him wipe.

The moment he bowed his head, Shi Dongdong hugged him.

"Huo Yan, I'm so scared." There was an inaudible voice.

"Don't be afraid, now that medicine is so advanced, you will be fine." Huo Yan who was being hugged patted Shi Dongdong on the back.

Shi Dongdong didn't speak, but hugged the person in front of him tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the person would disappear.

When Qiao Hao knocked on the door and walked into the ward, Shi Dongdong had already fallen asleep.

Huo Yanlai opened the door. When he saw Qiao Hao, he no longer bowed formally like last time, but nodded and smiled slightly.

Qiao Hao walked to Shi Dongdong's bedside with a stethoscope and a sphygmomanometer.

It was only nine o'clock in the evening, and Qiao Hao stepped on the clock to come in. He thought, this person is accurate in his calculations and can fall asleep.

The person on the bed had his eyes closed, his face looked a little pale under the fluorescent light, his eyelashes were long, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Qiao Hao guessed that he must not have fallen asleep.

"Do you want to wake him up?" Huo Yan asked in a low voice.

Qiao Hao didn't look at him, just shook his head, lightly tied the strap of the electronic sphygmomanometer on Shi Dongdong's right arm, and listened carefully on his chest with a stethoscope.

To make it look good, Qiao Hao thought.

Heart rate and blood pressure are quite normal, but this man is so thin that he can feel his ribs through a stethoscope.

Qiao Hao glanced at Shi Dongdong, and suddenly felt that he really had the ability to make people helpless.

"The patient is fine now, let him have a good rest." Qiao Hao said according to his pre-plan.

"Thank you." Huo Yan thanked him, and sent Qiao Hao out of the ward.

"Doctor Qiao, take a step to speak." Sure enough, at the door of the ward, the polite man lowered his voice.

Qiao Hao felt slightly uneasy, but still nodded cautiously.

"Dongdong's tumor... is it malignant?" At the end of the corridor, Huo Yan raised his arm and asked Qiao Hao.

Qiao Hao looked at the man in front of him, looked into his eyes, and wanted to look into his heart.

Is this person worried?Are you upset?Still worrying?In conflict?Looking forward to relief as soon as possible?

However, apart from the questioning look in his eyes, Qiao Hao didn't see anything more.

"Whether the patient has a glioma in the brain, whether it is malignant or benign, he still has to wait for further MRI angiography. If necessary, he may need to perform a brain biopsy. Therefore, I cannot answer your question right now." Qiao Hao tried his best. Make your answers appear professional and conservative.

But he couldn't help sighing in his heart, how did Shi Dongdong get the glioma on Baidu.

"Whether it is benign or malignant, surgery is required?"

"Theoretically, that's the case." Qiao Hao said with a guilty conscience. If he really needs to have an operation, how can this deception continue?

"Is the operation risky?" Huo Yan frowned slightly, two wrinkles formed between the brows on the bridge of his handsome nose, making him look mature and steady.

Perhaps what Shi Dongdong loves is this man's handsomeness, Qiao Hao thought.

"Craniotomy is risky, and some patients may die on the operating table."

What Shi Dongdong explained, try to be as serious as possible.

Huo Yan really took a breath.

"If the tumor is malignant, how long will Dongdong have?" After a brief silence, Huo Yan spoke again.

Qiao Hao didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, and he looked at the man in front of him in astonishment.

If it is a relative or close person, shouldn't it be impossible to make such an assumption and ask such a question?

At least, not so peacefully.

Accustomed to seeing life and death in the hospital, Qiao Hao could somewhat sense the feelings of his family members.

"I don't know." Qiao Hao's tone was unconscious.

"I want to know the worst situation, and then help Dongdong refer to the future treatment plan." Huo Yan's words seemed to be asking questions, but also seemed to be explaining.

Qiao Hao nodded reluctantly, perhaps because he was too sensitive.From his standpoint, he already had a preconceived rejection of the man in front of him.He was annoyed by the rejection.

However, he couldn't mess up what he promised that person, so he had to answer, "It's really hard to say, because the nature of the tumor is not known yet. If it is a malignant glioma, it should not take more than a year."

Huo Yan slowly clenched his right hand into a hollow fist and put it under his nose, he didn't speak.

Qiao Hao watched him for a while, and finally decided to leave in the silence of the other party.

He couldn't see the man's mood, but he clearly knew that after answering his question, his mood was extremely bad.

Fuck the malignancy, fuck the rest of the time, and fuck the year!

To what extent should one love to be willing to curse oneself like this.