Give you youth to bury my love

Lu Heng still didn't appear in court to testify against Ji Han, the Ji family didn't know how to get the He family to withdraw the lawsuit, and the whole case was settled.

On the second day after the He family withdrew the lawsuit, Ji Han came to the hospital, and a few people who looked like experts and scholars also came.

After being detained for a few days, Ji Han looked haggard, with a short stubble on his chin.

He stood at the door of the ward and didn't come in, nor did he talk to Lu Heng. He looked at Lu Heng from the corner of his eye, feeling bone-chillingly cold.

One of the experts said to Lu Heng: "Mr. Lu, we need to collect your retinal data and Mr. Guan's for a final matching test to ensure the smooth progress of the operation. Please cooperate."

Please cooperate, to put it so politely, but there is no choice for Lu Heng not to cooperate.

The data collection process was very fast. After the collection was over, the experts did not leave in a hurry, but took out the notebook they carried with them to record the conversation with Lu Heng.

"Mr. Lu, as far as we know, you are now in the advanced stage of gastric cancer, and the cancer cells are constantly spreading, right?"

"Correct."

"Then when do you plan to undergo the transplant operation? If the cancer cells spread throughout the body, the retina will definitely be affected. Now Mr. Guan's eye condition is already very serious. The sooner he undergoes the operation, the shorter his recovery period will be and his vision will also be improved." It can recover better, so we recommend that living donor transplantation be performed as soon as possible.”

"Did Ji Han ask you to ask me this question?"

Lu Heng asked softly, perhaps because the expression on his face was too sad, the expert hesitated before answering: "Yes, Mr. Guan is now officially blind, and our suggestion is to perform a transplant operation as soon as possible..."

"I disagree."

Another winter rain fell, the sky became colder and colder, and the air began to be icy cold. Lu Heng started knitting scarves in the ward again.

The weather was very cold, and the injury on his hand was painful. When we started knitting, his hands were shaking, and he had to tear down the second row and start over again. However, he was very patient, not at all anxious, and weaved slowly. , like a snail, crawling forward along the track he identified.

When Xu Zhe came to see Lu Heng with fruit, his scarves had already been arranged in more than a dozen rows.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, my younger brother was admitted to the intensive care unit two days ago, and I only took time to see you today."

Xu Zhe said guiltily, his ears turned red, like a primary school student who was caught by the dean for doing something wrong.

"It's okay." Lu Heng said lightly.

Xu Zhe's guilt didn't lessen because of Lu Heng's indifference. He quickly helped Lu Heng peel a fruit platter. Xu had a part-time job in KTV, and he carved a flower and put it on the side of the plate. is good looking.

After finishing the fruit plate, he didn't intend to stop at all. He lifted the quilt and pinched Lu Heng's legs.

"I went to ask the doctor, and the doctor said that Mr. Lu, you need to massage your legs frequently in this situation, otherwise your muscles will atrophy easily. If you stimulate the acupoints for a long time, you may still recover."

Xu Zhe is very optimistic. Even if Xu Ruo's illness dragged down his whole family and forced him to find a rich woman or rich man for support, he still firmly believes that tomorrow will be better.

He looks similar to Lu Heng in character, but in fact he is completely different from Lu Heng.

Lu Heng likes to listen to him talk, it feels very lively.

From that day on, Xu Zhe came to see Lu Heng every day. In addition to giving Lu Heng a leg massage, he would also push Lu Heng to bask in the sun. If Lu Heng's physical condition allowed, he would go to a nearby place with Lu Heng. Shopping malls.

Under his care, Lu Heng almost thought that he could beat the cancer cells and survive, so he applied for the second radiation chemotherapy despite the doctor's dissuasion.

How painful the chemotherapy process was was still fresh in Lu Heng's memory. The doctor did not advise him to continue chemotherapy at all, but he couldn't hold back.

During the second chemotherapy, Lu Heng was not alone, Xu Zhe was with him.

This time it was more painful than the last time. After chemotherapy, my head felt like it was about to burst. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat anything, and even the nutritional injections couldn't get into the blood vessels.

In the middle of the night, Lu Heng lay on the bed and almost couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled out the nutrition needle and pressed it against the artery in his throat, and called Ji Han.

The phone rang seven or eight times, and was finally connected when it was about to hang up automatically.

"Hey."

Ji Han's voice was very soft, Lu Heng even heard him closing the door, as if he sneaked out of the bedroom to answer his phone.

"Ji Han." Lu Heng yelled in a strong nasal voice, dropped the needle, and curled up into a ball with his mobile phone as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "You fucking bastard!"

After he finished cursing, he cried loudly, his body was extremely uncomfortable, there was no way to reduce the pain, and he was extremely helpless.