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On the last day of the exam, the subjects in the morning were over, and the hospital called to inform that Shang Lijun’s CT results had come out. The doctor said it was professional, two-thirds of the cancer was cancerous, a tumor thrombus was found in the portal vein, there was lymphatic metastasis, and a small amount of ascites. The most important thing is that the tumor is located close to the large blood vessels, so surgery is not easy. It is recommended to perform interventional therapy and try targeted drugs.

Shang Chu didn't understand what it meant, so he grabbed a few key words, which roughly said that liver cancer is incurable at an advanced stage, and surgery has no effect. At this stage, let's procrastinate. How long can you live? If you have money, live longer Son, if you don't have enough money, you will die quickly.

He said "Oh" to show that he knew, and then asked how long he could live.

The hospital seemed to have tacitly accepted that Shang Chu was an unfilial son, and he was not surprised to see his indifferent reaction. To be honest, half a year is already an ideal survival period.

"Half a year, right?" Shang Chu nodded, "That's fine, I got it."

"Do you want to tell the patient?" said the nurse. "Generally, we tell the family members first, and the family members decide whether to tell the patient the truth."

"Whatever you want." Shangchu sat by the bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, didn't light it, just drank it.

"We're afraid we won't be able to control the patient's emotions if you're not here." The nurse was terrified by Shang Lijun's furious disturbance in the ward last time, and said euphemistically, "After all, your father...has a bad temper."

"Oh, let's not talk about it now, I will talk about it when I go." Shang Chu said.

"When are you coming?" The nurse asked him with a sigh of relief.

"In the evening," Shang Chu took a sip of the butt of the cigarette, and spit it out in one gulp, "I still have the exam in the afternoon."

The little nurse complained softly on the other end, probably saying that he didn't even want his own father after taking the exam, what a white-eyed wolf.

Shang Chu didn't worry about it either, he had long been mentally prepared for this, and everyone knew that liver cancer would be at an advanced stage when it was discovered, and he would not live long.

Shangchu felt as if there was a stone in his heart. He repeatedly explained to himself that he had tried his best and borrowed money everywhere to save Shang Lijun. He did well enough, but every time he said that, the stone became heavier. The score weighed heavily on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He clenched his fist and knocked on his forehead, turned off the phone, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, forcefully clearing the memory of the phone call just now.

The last test in the afternoon is the general knowledge of police affairs. There are more knowledge points than a cow's hair, which is annoying.

Half a year at most?To die is to die, to live is also annoying.

He went through the knowledge framework in his head, and weighed the first few exams he had finished. He thought he had done his best, and he performed well in all subjects. As for whether he won the first place, it was up to fate.

There are also cases of liver cancer being cured, right?Is there no hope at all?Forget it, let Shang Lijun resign himself to fate.

It is said that Bai Aize is a genius. He has been unwilling to admit that he is no match for Bai Aize, but how can ordinary people compare with geniuses?

What does Intervention mean?Can it work?How much does it cost?What other targeted drugs are there?Can he afford it?

......

The two keywords "examination" and "liver cancer" repeatedly appeared in my mind, like the scrolling subtitles under the TV news appearing alternately, and then the TV screen disappeared with a "Zi" sound, replaced by a blank.Shangchu suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe, he beat his heart hard, opened his mouth like a fish out of water, panting heavily.

In the afternoon, Shang Chu arrived at the examination room, and the seats were arranged according to the results of the previous examination. Bai Aize took the first seat in the first row, Shang Chu was behind him, and Song Yao was behind him.

The exam started at 57:[-], and Song Yao hurried into the classroom at [-]:[-], threw his schoolbag on the podium, and panted on the table.

The seat in front was still vacant, and the invigilator began to unseal the sealed bag and prepare to issue papers. The chief policeman was very strict about the discipline of the exam. Once the papers were issued, no one was allowed to enter or leave the examination room. All late arrivals would be counted as zero points, and the exam would be cancelled. qualifications.

Shang Chu frowned, turned around and asked Song Yao in a low voice, "Where's Bai Aize?"

"He has a high fever," Song Yao said, "He was putting on his shoes when I went out, let me come first and bring him a bottle of water along the way, I guess I'll be there soon on the way."

fever?

It was fine at noon, why did it suddenly catch fire?

Shang Chu vaguely had a guess in his mind, but he still couldn't help but worry that Bai Aize might have been infected by taking care of his mother a few days ago. He usually looks quite strong, so if he is sick, will he not be able to handle it?

"Is there anyone else who hasn't arrived yet?" The invigilator found a vacant seat, frowned and looked at his watch, "Wait another minute, if you don't come, forget it."

"Teacher," Song Yao saw that Bai Aize hadn't come yet, and raised his hand anxiously, "My roommate is sick and will come later, can you wait for him?"

"Discipline is discipline," the examiner said seriously, "we cannot make an exception because of anyone."

"But......"

"Go out if you don't keep quiet!" The examiner patted the table.

Song Yao reluctantly fell silent.

Shang Chu was so anxious that he tapped the pen on the table until No. 60 was tapped twice. The examiner drew a huge "X" on Bai Aize's answer sheet and said, "Hand out the papers, and pass them one by one."

A stack of papers was thrown on his desk with a "slap", Shang Chu's heart sank.

In the two and a half hour exam, Shang Chu handed in the exam in less than two hours, picked up his schoolbag and ran away.

Arriving at the dormitory floor in one breath, the exams have passed at this point, the whole building is quiet, no sound can be heard, Shang Chu went up to the third floor, and when he reached the door of Bai Aize's dormitory, he pushed the door open anxiously——

"Achu?" Bai Aize looked back when he heard the voice, and was startled for a few seconds, "What's wrong with you?"

Shang Chu shuddered, and also froze at the door.

The temperature in the room was very low, and the air conditioner was turned on to 17 degrees. Bai Aize was lifting dumbbells with his bare upper body, his lower abdominal muscles were smooth and firm, and fine beads of sweat hung on his skin. With the golden setting sun outside the window, the picture looked strangely beautiful.

He really did it on purpose.

He didn't have a fever, he just wanted me to get the first place smoothly.

"I, I heard that you have a fever, so I'll take a look," Shang Chu curled his fingers slightly, leaning against the door and smiling, "You're fine as long as you're fine, I'm just worrying about it, so I'll go upstairs first, bye .”

"and many more!"

Just as Shang Chu turned around, Bai Aize stepped forward and grabbed his arm, dragged him into the room, and closed the door with his backhand.

"I'm not......"

Bai Aize wanted to say something but didn't know how to explain it. He didn't expect Shang Chu to come back so early. He calculated that the subjective questions of the police examination were worth a lot of points, and the required points were many and detailed. Usually, it was only when there was not enough time to answer the questions. It is rare that the papers can be handed in in advance, and it is so much in advance.

As early as in the youth training camp, he was distracted and gave Shang Chu half a move. Shang Chu was so angry that he thought he looked down on him. This time he didn't even go to the exam. Would Ah Chu be even more angry?

"I'm sorry," Bai Aize put his hands on Shang Chu's shoulders, and closed his eyes annoyed, "Ah Chu, I absolutely have no idea that you are inferior to me, but—"

"It's all right," Shang Chu patted his arm, "I'm not angry, it's a special situation, I understand."

His reaction left Bai Aize at a loss as to what to do.

"The most important thing now is to prevent me from being expelled. If you deliberately put water on the test paper, one is not sure whether I can get the first place, and the other is that the marking teacher will definitely think it is abnormal," Shang Chu analyzed. "Instead, it's safer to use the excuse of being sick and missing one of the exams. Don't worry, I will definitely live up to you. Now I'm guaranteed to be number one, so I don't need to be fired."

What he said was correct, but Bai Aize felt a little flustered.

"Are you not angry with me?" Bai Aize asked.

"No life," Shang Chu leaned his head on his shoulder, "You are so kind to me, you think of everything for me, how can I be angry with you."

Bai Aize clasped the back of his head, sighed, "Ah Chu, be good, don't be angry."

"I'm good, I'm the best." Shang Chu buried his face in his neck, "I listen to you most, you know."

Shang Chu blinked, and the eyelashes lightly brushed across Bai Ai Ze's skin, like two light and small fans, and also like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"Turn off the air conditioner, put on your clothes," Shang Chu raised his head, wrinkled his nose and said, "There's no need to catch yourself a cold on purpose, what if you really have a fever?"

"If you really have a fever, please take care of me." Bai Aize said.

"Damn! I have so much free time!" Shang Chu pushed him with a smile, then said after a pause, "Well...I won't be living in the dormitory for a few days. I have something to do at home. Go home for a few days."

"What's wrong?" Bai Aize continued to ask.

"Hey, it's nothing." Shang Chu spread his hands, "There is a grandma Zhang upstairs in my house. She returned to her hometown in the countryside for a few days and sent her grandson to my house. That little kid is only seven years old. He can go to school by himself during the day. , I can’t be left alone when I go back at night, you know my dad, he won’t be home for three days, so I have no choice but to go back and take care of the children!”

Bai Aize's eyes were fixed, the grandma Zhang upstairs did not have a seven-year-old grandson.

Shang Chu had told him before that Grandma Zhang's two grandsons were the pair of hooligans who once robbed him. One was A Long and the other was A Hu, who dropped out of junior high school.

"So don't really have a fever," Shang Chu bared his teeth at him, warning him with a fierce face, "I don't have the time to take care of you, raising a child is enough work!"

"You're so cruel, Ah Chu," Bai Aize rubbed his hair, "You really don't care about me?"

"Get off!" Shang Chu smiled and pushed him away, rubbed his chin with one hand, looked Bai Aize's naked upper body back and forth several times, and whistled irregularly, "Is this muscle good for training? Man , you are playing with fire, do you know? Please don’t try to stir up my lust, I will let you know your mistake; don’t tempt me with beauty, I don’t believe it’s all caused by the moon.”

"...You're looking at something messed up." Bai Aize's mouth twitched.

Shang Chu chuckled twice: "Then I'm leaving, you should turn off the air conditioner quickly, hurry up!"

"Okay, remember." Bai Aize didn't expect to be nagged by Shang Chu one day, so he put on his shirt and opened the window to ventilate.

"Let's go!"

Shang Chu closed the door with a playful smile, and Bai Aize lifted his chin with a smile.

boom--

Across the door, Bai Aize closed his eyes and sighed silently. Shang Chu walked upstairs with heavy steps, took out his mobile phone from his bag and turned it on. The six missed calls were all from the hospital. here.

In the evening, the squad leader came to distribute the internship application form to each dormitory, and specifically asked to fill it out carefully. Once it was handed in, it could not be changed, and he would come to collect it next Wednesday.

Shang Chu took the form, wrote "Xicheng Branch of the Capital City" in the column of "First Choice", left the two blanks at the bottom, stuffed the form into the drawer, put on his backpack and left.

A lot happened this night.

Bai Aize asked Song Yao to go to the grove, asked Song Yao for a cigarette, and smoked it unskillfully.

"Why are you smoking too?"

Song Yao ordered one himself, and squatted beside Bai Aize to ask.

"Troublesome." Bai Aize said.

Song Yao could vaguely guess what his reason was, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, Ah Chu must have a reason for what he does."

"Well," Bai Aize responded, crushing the cigarette butt on the tree trunk, "Ah Yao, when did you find out?"

Song Yao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I hang out with you two all day long, if I can't find out about this, then I'm an idiot!"

"Sorry." Bai Aize pinched the space between his eyebrows, "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Understood, what a big deal," Song Yao lowered his arms, dangling his finger holding the cigarette, "It's okay."

Bai Aize took out a card from his coat pocket and handed it to Song Yao.

"What's this?"

"There are 30 in it, and the password is six zeros," Bai Aize said, "You transfer the money to your own account, and then to Ah Chu, don't let him know it's mine."

Song Yao was stunned for a few seconds, then looked up at Bai Aize: "You know?"

"I only know that he is short of money," Bai Aize stood up, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Song Yao took the card: "Success."

The taste of nicotine in Bai Aize's mouth has not dissipated. It was the first time he smoked a whole cigarette. It was quite bitter and tasted bad.

"Old Bai," Song Yao called him, "don't think too much, everything will be fine."

"I know." Bai Aize smiled at him.

On the same night, Qin Sinian went to the VIP ward to visit Qiao Runan, who was still recovering. Before leaving, he went to the inpatient department of the hepatobiliary department, and asked at the nurse's station, "Which ward is Uncle Shang Lijun in? I'm a friend of Uncle Shang's son." .”

Seeing that the child was well-behaved and polite, the nurse was in stark contrast to the cold, white-eyed wolf son, so she told him the room number, and couldn't help complaining a few words: "His son doesn't even care about him, it's rare that you Will come and see him again.”

"They don't have a good relationship," Qin Sinian smiled, "Please don't tell my friend that I've been here, otherwise he will definitely quarrel with me."

"He's coming tonight, or you can come back another day," the nurse said.

"Is that so?" Qin Sinian thought for a while, nodded and said, "Thank you sister, then I will come to see uncle some other day."

When Qin Sinian took the elevator downstairs, Shang Chu had just got off the bus, and received a call from the hospital, urging him to pay the fee, and he replied that he would be there soon.

Song Yao called 5 yuan just now, saying that his father was in a good mood, until he entered the Xicheng branch office without a test, and rewarded him with a lot of money with a wave of his hand, let Shang Chu use it first, and then ask him for it if there is not enough.

5 yuan is just a drop in the bucket, Shang Chu thanked Song Yao, and silently added an extra amount to the memorandum.

Bai Aize also received a phone call. Qiao Runan said that your account had an expenditure of 10 yuan just now. Where did such a large amount of money be spent?

"How do you know this?" Bai Aize asked with a frown.

"I want to know, of course I can know," Qiao Runan said, "You didn't use the card I gave you, did you use your father's money?"

It doesn't matter how the money is spent, what matters is the money from Bai Shusong's side.

Bai Aize closed his eyes and didn't want to say anything more: "You have a good rest, I will visit you this weekend."