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When Song Ci woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, receiving an IV.

He thought to himself, the number of visits to the hospital recently is too frequent, in order not to die young, he must quickly heal his stomach.

Lying back to his senses for a while, Song Ci propped up the bed and sat up, only to see Dong Baichuan walking in with a glass of water.

Seeing that he woke up, Dong Baichuan's eyes lit up, he walked a little faster, sat down by the bed, handed him the disposable water cup in his hand, and said, "Drink water."

Song Ci's throat was indeed so thirsty that he drank the water in one gulp.

Dong Baichuan asked: "Do you want more?"

Song Ci shook his head and said, "Thank you for sending me to the hospital."

Dong Baichuan didn't know what to say, and wanted to smile to show his friendliness, but the corners of his mouth couldn't curl up anyway, so he simply gave up and just sat there dryly.

In fact, he was really happy to spend such a long time with Song Ci.Just now when Song Ci was in a coma, he didn't do anything, just stared at Song Ci's face unscrupulously enough - this kind of leisure is quite a luxury for Dong Baichuan, he is like a wind-up The clock, every minute and every second, keeps moving forward, for learning and for making a living.

Song Ci wanted to find out his mobile phone to check the time, and touched his pocket, but there was nothing.

Dong Baichuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to him, saying: "I was worried about losing it, so I put it away for you. ——A man named Qin Song called you a lot."

While talking, the phone rang suddenly.

It was Qin Song.

Song Ci pressed the button to answer, and before he could speak, Qin Song's irritable voice came out of the receiver: "Where are you?! Do you know how many times I called you?! You'd better give me a reasonable answer." Otherwise..." Qin Song choked suddenly, he couldn't say anything harsh now, he was reluctant to do anything to Song Ci.

Song Ci said flatly: "I'm with my classmates." After a pause, he added: "Please ask me some questions about my studies."

Qin Song still had a bad tone: "Then why didn't you answer the phone?!"

Song Ci said: "I turned the volume to mute, but I didn't hear it."

Qin Song was still angry, but his voice softened unconsciously: "When will you come back? I'll pick you up."

"No need." Song Ci said, "I'll take a taxi back."

Qin Song was silent for two seconds and said, "Come back quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

Song Ci said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci looked at the time. It was already past eight o'clock. He looked up at the infusion bottle, which still had half a bottle of water, and asked, "Is this bottle gone after the infusion?"

"Yeah." Dong Baichuan paused and said, "Don't you care about your illness?"

Song Ci said, "I have gastroenteritis."

The two of them said nothing more.

Song Ci took the schoolbag at the end of the bed, took out a physics reference book and began to look through it.

The more he got in touch with Song Ci, the more Dong Baichuan felt that he had misunderstood Song Ci before. Song Ci had put in as much effort as him, and he was really extreme and narrow-minded before.

Dong Baichuan suddenly asked: "Which university do you want to enter?"

Song Ci said: "I haven't thought about it, let's look at the results of the college entrance examination."

Dong Baichuan hesitated for a moment, and said: "If there is anything you don't know in the future, just ask me."

Song Ci looked up, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you."

After the infusion, Dong Baichuan called a nurse to pull out the needle.

After the nurse pulled out the needle, she said to Song Ci: "Doctor Zhang asked you to go to his office, which is at the end of the corridor."

Song Ci responded "Okay" and said to Dong Baichuan: "You go first, don't wait for me, thank you for today's matter."

Dong Baichuan gave a "hmm" and didn't say anything.

Song Ci put his schoolbag on his shoulder and walked away.

When he arrived at the door of the doctor's office, Song Ci raised his hand and knocked on the door, and after getting the answer, he pushed the door and went in.

A male doctor who looked very young looked up at him and said, "Please sit down."

Song Ci sat down on the chair next to the desk and said politely, "Hello."

The doctor handed over the pen and paper, smiled and said, "Song Ci, I'm your fan, please sign it for me."

Song Ci was a little speechless. Did he call him to the office just to ask for an autograph?

He signed his name neatly and handed it back to the doctor. The doctor looked down and said with a smile: "The writing is just like the person, it's really good." He put away the signature, looked at Song Ci, his expression and tone became serious: "You There must have been something wrong with your stomach a long time ago, right?"

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "It's been more than three years."

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and anxiously waited for the doctor's next words.

The doctor's gaze behind the lens was as deep as water, and he asked in a formulaic tone: "Has there ever been a patient with stomach cancer in the family?"

Song Ci thumped in his heart, clenched his hands into fists, and said, "My mother died of stomach cancer half a year ago."

The doctor pushed his glasses and said: "During your examination, you found a shadow on your stomach. It was initially suspected to be a tumor. It is still uncertain whether it is benign or malignant, so I suggest you come to the hospital tomorrow for a comprehensive examination. inspection."

Song Ci was in a trance, feeling like he was dreaming, but he didn't feel particularly panicked.

He asked calmly, "How likely is it stomach cancer?"

The doctor was amazed by his calmness, pondered for a moment, and said: "It's hard to say, but gastric cancer is hereditary. Parents who suffer from gastric cancer will have a significantly higher chance of their children suffering from gastric cancer. But you don't have to worry too much, even if it is Gastric cancer is also at an early stage, and the chances of being cured are very high. On the contrary, you should be lucky to find it early. Generally, once gastric cancer is discovered, it is in the middle and late stages, and treatment is meaningless.”

Song Ci smiled slightly and asked, "When will I come for the examination tomorrow? When will the results be available?"

The doctor said: "At nine o'clock in the morning, the results are usually available in two to three working days."

"Okay." Song Ci said, "Please ask Dr. Zhang to keep it secret for me."

The doctor said: "You can rest assured that protecting the privacy and secrets of patients is the basic quality of doctors."

"Thank you." Song Ci stood up, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The doctor stood up and said, "See you tomorrow." When Song Ci left the office, the doctor muttered to himself, "Is he really not afraid or is he pretending not to be afraid?"

As soon as Song Ci came out of the office, he bumped into Xu Dongqing who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Hey, Song Ci!" Xu Dongqing said with a smile, "Long time no see, big star."

Song Ci smiled slightly and said, "Long time no see."

Xu Dongqing glanced at the office door behind him and said, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Ci said lightly: "Gastroenteritis, an old problem."

Xu Dongqing frowned and said, "You have gastroenteritis at such a young age? Does Qin Song know?"

Song Ci said, "I know."

Xu Dongqing started to gossip, and asked with a smile, "Is Qin Song treating you well?"

"He is very good to me." Song Ci didn't want to talk to him, and said directly: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first, goodbye."

Xu Dongqing said: "Okay, I will go to your house to play with you some other day."

Song Ci left alone, Xu Dongqing felt that something was wrong, turned around and entered the office, and said, "Old Zhang, is Song Ci your patient?"

"You don't want to be ashamed. I'm two years younger than you. Who do you call Lao Zhang?" Dr. Zhang said while tidying up all the materials on the table: "Song Ci is my patient, what's wrong?"

Xu Dongqing asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Doctor Zhang said blankly: "The patient's privacy is private, and there is no comment."

Xu Dongqing asked again: "Shouldn't it be a serious illness?"

Doctor Zhang stood up and walked out, still saying, "No comment."

Xu Dongqing thought to himself, looking at Song Ci's appearance, there was nothing unusual. She guessed that she was overwhelmed, so she followed Dr. Zhang out of the office.

When Song Ci walked out of the hospital, he saw Dong Baichuan standing in the thick night. He walked over and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

Dong Baichuan asked without answering, "What did the doctor tell you?"

Song Ci said lightly: "It's nothing, I told you some precautions for taking care of the stomach."

Dong Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's fine, I'm leaving." As soon as the words fell, he really left without looking back. Put on your mask and step into the night.

Song Ci didn't take a taxi, but went to take a bus.

He prefers to take the bus rather than take a taxi. He habitually sits in the last row by the window, looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, feeling desolate in his heart.

Song Ci still didn't feel scared.

He was even a little surprised at his own calmness.

He was thinking about Xia Mobing.

What kind of mood did Xia Mobing feel when he found out that he had cancer?

What kind of mood did she feel when she was lying on the hospital bed and failing rapidly?

What kind of mood does she feel when she runs out of oil and the lamp is dry?

Song Ci thought, she was probably happy.

She had lived her life so hard that death was a relief to her, a grand celebration of her coming new life.

Song Ci closed his eyes and didn't think about anything.

The phone rang, and he let it ring.

The bell rang again and again, causing the neighbors to look sideways and impatiently reminded, Song Ci simply turned off the phone.

When the bus arrived at the terminal, Song Ci got off and walked alone on the empty road.

The swaying shadow of the tree was a little creepy, and Song Ci would have been a little scared in normal times, but today he didn't notice it somehow, and walked forward numbly.

Not long after walking, a car suddenly stopped in front of it, and its lights lit up a small area.

Song Ci stood still, and saw a tall man getting down from the back seat. When he got closer, he realized that it was Sui Youbin.

Sui Youbin smiled and said, "I looked at the back and saw that it was you, but I didn't expect it to be. Why are you walking alone at night so late? How dangerous it is."

"Godfather." Song Ci suddenly burst into tears, and he suddenly reached out to hug Sui Youbin, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "Dad...Dad..."

Sui Youbin felt his body trembling slightly, and he didn't say anything when he asked him what happened, so he could only hold him and stand quietly in the night wind for a long time, and when he recovered, he took him into the car and went straight to the car. Went to Sui's house.