Xu Jun's life

a mess.

Li Zhurong grabbed me and loudly questioned the authenticity of the test results, and pressed me about Meng Su. Yuan Hai arrived with the ambulance quickly.

I feel tired.

Meng Su was taken away by ambulance, and I followed him to the hospital.The lights in the operating room were always on. I sat on the bench and waited. Yuan Hai hurried over and said something next to Li Zhurong's ear.

"Come home with me." He stretched out his hand and dragged me: "It will be a while before the operation is over."

"Do not touch me."

"Let's first..."

"You fucking don't touch me!" I slammed his hand away like being pricked by a needle.

Yuan Hai took a deep breath.

No one has ever seen us so tense.

Li Zhurong stood silently for a while, then suddenly said: "Get all the doctors out of the operating room!"

"But……"

"If you're told to go, go!" he snapped.

Yuan Hai clenched his fists and walked towards the operating room hesitantly.

"I didn't want his life." Li Zhurong stretched out his hand towards me: "I told the sniper, if you hold hands, you will hit him on the body, and if you kiss, you will hit his head directly. If you go home with me now, Might be saved."

I did not speak.

He squatted down and grabbed my shoulders, and I could smell the blood on his cuffs.

"No one will die, I promise you." The strength of his arm gradually increased, as if he was speaking to me, or to himself.

"Come home with me, teacher."

"I'm dying."

"No, I'll take you for an examination, this is a misdiagnosis..."

"I'm dying, Xiao Zhe." I sat on the bench and looked at my hands wearily: "Why are you still threatening me?"

"I'm very sad." I raised my eyes to look at him, and he was squatting in front of me, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, he was so embarrassed, but he was still so proud.

"It is said that love is a very good thing, why am I so uncomfortable?" I asked him blankly.

Why have we come to this point?

He took my hand.

I saw the redness in his eyes, like a wolf driven to a corner.

"You won't die, no one in this world can make you die." He grabbed my hand with such force that it seemed to crush my joints: "You can't fool me, I'll take you home now, I can let you do physics, as I said, I won't deal with your friends..." "I didn't lie to you, I..."

"To shut up!"

He almost bumped into me, my mouth hurt, probably because the skin was broken, he kissed me indiscriminately, and I couldn't breathe.

I'm afraid to see his eyes now.

I've never seen his tears, and I presumably never will.Now I don't regret telling him about my illness. He is not a ten-year-old kid who will be punished for doing something wrong.

But I don't like the way he is now.

Probably still not used to it.

He has always been arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable, and I feel uneasy when he occasionally shows such a sad look.

However, uneasy days are yet to come.

I did not have another lung puncture.

Because I coughed up blood.

Originally, I was waiting for Meng Su's news in the hospital. I waited and felt my throat was itchy, and I started to cough. What I coughed up was phlegm, but it was bloody.

Lin Youxi just rushed over and couldn't find me in the hospital corridor, and found that I was being dragged there by Li Zhurong for an examination.After the Empress Dowager Lin from the Township Hospital of the Medical College snarled, Li Zhurong told him calmly: "I'm re-examining Xu Xu, he coughed up blood just now."

Lin Youxi said that this was a sequela of the lung biopsy. There was blood in the lungs, which is why he coughed up blood.He suggested resting for two days first.The lung shadow is suspected to be an early stage of cancer. It is recommended to recuperate the body first, and wait for all the data to come up before starting the first stage of anti-cancer treatment.

Li Zhurong was very disdainful: "The doctors used by the Beijing military are much better than this."

"Communicating with a self-righteous layman is harder than teaching a pet to talk." Lin Youqi sneered: "Boya Hospital ranks second in the country, and the oncology department, respiratory surgery department, and cardiac surgery department are all top in the country. Half of the doctors in this hospital are ours. from the school. Half of them are graduate students from our school.”

"Sit in the well and watch the sky..."

"I want to stay here," I interjected. "I'm the one who's sick."

"teacher……"

"I don't want to talk to you." I told him frankly: "I'm sick, if you want me to feel better, don't appear in front of me, don't even call me. I will find a way to cure my illness, please Leave me alone."

Li Zhurong pursed his lips.

"I can't leave you alone..."

"Please leave me alone." I said, "Whether I live or die, this is my business."

"This is not your own business." Li Zhurong turned his face away to look at the ventilator beside him: "Don't you want to take revenge on me? Just stay by my side."

After a lot of complicated negotiations and compromises, Li Zhurong allowed me to stay in Boya, on the condition that he brought a doctor from Beijing for consultation and I would live with him.

I didn't want to be hospitalized, so Li Zhurong got a few doctors and nurses at home. He was never superstitious, and even thought it was bad for someone to die in Martha's Manor.I argued with him twice without result, and finally he agreed to let me live at Martha's Manor.

Meng Su entered the intensive care unit, I saw it once.

Xiaoyao came to me every day. Like me, he knew nothing about medicine. He only knew that early cancer is also cancer, and if it is cancer, it is easy to die.So I acted like I was running out of time, and asked Xia Chen to make all kinds of dishes and send them over every day. Li Zhurong hated his various behaviors deeply.

There were still [-] days before the operation. According to Youqi's explanation, the operation was to open the chest cavity, cut off the cancerous part of the lung, and then sew it back on.After Lin Youxi analyzed the chances of early cure of lung cancer for me, he urged me to recuperate my body all day long.His original words were: Look at you, donating blood can kill you, and you still want to have a thoracotomy?

I no longer refuse the strange "supplements" that Li Zhurong gave me, including the kind of blood bird's nest that looks like it was dyed by fans.

In fact, I really want to live. I still have a lot of responsibilities to fulfill. I even think, if I really die.What about my parents.Are you going to tell them the truth?Or keep it a secret?Pretending to be like I'm abroad.

Regarding this, I would like to wait for the results of the operation before making a decision. Anyway, I won't die for a while.

I never quarreled with Li Zhurong again, and I didn't even blame him.

As he said, if you want revenge and punishment, you don't have to do anything, just stay by his side all the time.

Let him watch me gradually become depressed, dizzy, coughing, out of breath from time to time, want to sleep when I sit down, and my joints are swollen and painful.

I don't have the energy to fight him anymore.

Thirteen days before the operation, it rained for two consecutive days, and I started to have joint pains. Lin Youxi said that this is a normal chest symptom for lung cancer, not to mention that the bones in my legs and chest have old injuries.

I'm not a strong-willed person, not to mention joint pain, even a tough old soldier like my grandfather howled in pain when he was old.

On June [-]th, it started to rain at [-] o'clock in the morning. I woke up from a dream. He was a light sleeper. He called the doctor when I was still crying in the dream. The doctor said that he could take painkillers.After taking the medicine with warm water, it got better a little bit, but the pain was still lingering from the inside of the bone.I had breakfast at six o'clock in the morning. I couldn't even hold my chopsticks steady. I drank porridge and sat on the sofa under a blanket, leaning against him. He kept looking for something to talk to me.Later he told me that my whole face was pale at that time.

The rain stopped in the afternoon, but it still hurts.He said that if it doesn't work, he will get an injection, but I say no, it will be addictive.

He was very anxious. Although his face was still expressionless, his eyes were almost bursting with fire. He was wearing a shirt and tie. He walked around pouring hot water for me, showing me books, and using Beijing Scold the doctor.

Joint pain, the worst is at night.Everyone is asleep, and you are alone in pain, tossing and turning, sleepy, but you can’t sleep, that kind of pain is rooted in the bones, it can’t be pulled out, and you don’t let go of the pain for a moment.

He stayed up late with me, and the doctors went around all day, and there was no other way except keeping warm, taking medicine, and giving injections.The more effective painkillers are, the worse they are for your health. The most effective is pethidine injection, but how can you take it?

The pain was unbearable, so I talked to him.

Life is a mess now, what we can say is only back then.

I asked him: "Xiao Zhe, do you remember when you taught me Russian?"

He put his arms around me, his chin resting on the top of my head, I couldn't see his expression clearly.But his hands were on my back, clenched into fists.

He said, "Remember."

After a long time, he said again: "You are actually not smart at all, you have no language talent, and you can't teach it no matter what."

I am indeed a person without language talent, but bad ideas come up one after another. I bought Russian novels to read, watched Russian movies, and asked him to teach me to sing Russian songs.

I laughed.After the pain subsided a bit, he said, "Sing me a Russian song, Xiao Zhe."

He didn't speak for a long time, and I thought he wasn't going to sing.As a result, he sang, and I knew he was recalling the melody.

The timbre of his voice is nice, but he is not a person with a sense of melody, and he doesn't like to sing, he didn't like it before.I have been busy doing business these years, so I probably haven't sung much.

I closed my eyes in his staccato Russian song, and he probably thought I was asleep.After singing for a while, it stopped and ran to the balcony to make a phone call.

I didn't know who he was calling at first, and thought it was a doctor - because he was asking how to take care of his joint pain.

It was only later that I realized that he was calling Xia Zhifei.