Inferior by Nature

Most of Ran Qingzhuang's injuries were skin traumas, not fatal, but he needed to stay in bed for a long time to heal his skin and flesh slowly.

The most serious thing on his body was a knife wound on his abdomen, which was four to five centimeters long, and was stabbed by the opponent with a dagger when he was fighting with Kong Tan.

"He is too conceited." Speaking of this thrilling experience, Ran Qingzhuang looked very calm, "If he shoots directly, I may not be able to live."

Perhaps Kong Tan felt that killing Ran Qingzhuang with one shot was not enough to relieve his hatred, so he chose to use a dagger to cut his throat.Who would have thought that if he was not good at martial arts, the dagger would be taken away by Ran Qingzhuang.After a fight, although he didn't die, he was injured more seriously than Ran Qingzhuang. He is currently being treated in another hospital, and he won't recover if he doesn't lie down for half a year.

From this point of view, it is really luck like winning the lottery that we can meet again alive.

"What about you? Have you encountered any danger?" Ran Qingzhuang was lying on the bed, a little drowsy.

I tucked the quilt for him, shook my head and said: "No, I have Sakamoto's tattoo on my body, they dare not touch me, I have always been safe."

Hearing my answer, his eyebrows slowly stretched, as if he was relieved, he said "um" softly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ran Qingzhuang's single ward is not luxurious, but it is more spacious. The sofa can be turned into a sofa bed by pulling it out, and the bathroom has bathroom facilities.

I have worn this suit for several days, and soaked in sea water, so it is almost rotten.I couldn't wear it anymore, so I asked the special police officer at the door if he had a change of clothes for me.The two quickly found a set of patient clothes that I could wear, saying that because the Lion King Island is still under investigation and evidence collection, the whole island is closed, and they can't take our personal belongings at present, and their colleagues are already purchasing clothes and other daily necessities. Yes, it will be delivered later, let me be wronged for a while.

The clothes can cover the body and the house can cover the rain, which is already good, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After taking a good hot bath, wiping his hair and walking out of the bathroom, Ran Qingzhuang was still sound asleep.

He twisted a hot towel and wiped off the blackened blood on his body. When it touched his fingers, he couldn't help but gently kissed his deformed little finger.

After kissing him a few times, I rubbed my cheek affectionately. If it wasn't for the fear of touching his indwelling needle and hurting him, I even wanted to hold this hand and not let go.

The towels were cold and my hair was dry.Glancing at Ran Qingzhuang who was still sleeping soundly, I went to the corridor outside, asked the special police brother to borrow a phone number, and called my mother and Nanxian respectively.

The news may not have reported about Lion King Island, or it has been reported but has not yet reached my mother. She was a little surprised when she received my call. When she heard that Lion King Island was copied, she immediately became nervous and asked me Are there any injuries.

"No, I'm fine." I reassured her, "It has nothing to do with me, it's just that it happened so suddenly, everything on my phone fell off the island, don't contact me for a few days now, I'll make it up tomorrow card."

The little girl is in the final sprint period of the college entrance examination. I told my mother not to tell her these messy things, so as not to affect her mentality.

"Understood, don't tell her. You should pay attention to safety outside, and when Lingge finishes the exam, we will go to Chonghai to find you."

I haven't seen her for a few days, and I babbled so much that I was about to hang up the phone. I wanted to open my mouth several times, but I really didn't know how to tell her that I was terminally ill and dying soon.

She worked so hard to raise me by herself, and before I could honor her, I asked her to be sent to a black-haired man by a white-haired man.

She devoted her youth and all her energy to my sister and me, nurturing us with all my heart, how can I bear to tell her now that all these are wasted?

The piano is learned in vain, the money is wasted, and the son is raised in vain.

I can't say it, it's far harder than I thought.

In the end, I hung up the phone, and still reported good news but not bad news, and didn't say anything that should be said.

Heaving a long sigh, I called Nanxian again, and he answered in a daze, and the voice sounded like he had fallen asleep and was woken up by me.

"Don't come to pick me up, I can't leave for now..."

Nan Xian suddenly woke up: "What do you mean?"

I told him what Yan Shuang said, he was quiet and asked: "Did you not tell Ran Qingzhuang about your illness?"

I glanced in the direction of the door of the ward, and it was obvious that it was so far away, so I unconsciously lowered my voice.

"Why did you tell him that I was sick? I know you are worried about me and want me to actively treat and fight the disease, but I really...have thought it through, not blindly giving up treatment."

When I found out that I was sick, I searched a lot of information on the Internet, and I already knew the horror of this disease.

I know Nan Xian as a friend, it is very difficult for him to accept that I am going to die soon.He didn't want me to give up, he wanted me to fight till the end.

However, I am a person who would rather choose to accept that I will fail at the beginning than to go through a long struggle and fail in the end.

"My tumor grows in a special place, it is difficult to remove, the prognosis is poor, and the recurrence rate is high. If I perform surgery, it will damage the functional areas of the brain. I may be paralyzed, speechless, blind, or even dementia .And the postoperative survival period of this kind of tumor, under the best treatment, is only two years.”

If surviving is only a burden for others, it is better not to survive in the first place.

"Nan Xian, I would rather spend the last few months with dignity than lie on the bed and die in pain without dignity."

After listening to my words, Nan Xian didn't make a sound for a long time.

I comforted him with a brisk tone: "My disease is not developing very quickly, maybe I can live for another year or so."

"Don't say that..." Nan Xian said with a bit of pain, "Don't say that."

I shut up and said no more.

Nan Xian recovered after a while and told me that he would respect my choice, but if I need his help in any way, I hope I will not be stingy and call him as much as possible.

Knowing that he has accepted the reality, I smiled and promised him: "Okay."

Ran Qingzhuang's resilience was amazing, and he was able to support the wall and get off the ground in a week.Severe Frost intends to transfer us to a safe house, giving us a day's notice to pack our bags.

They bought the clothes, shoes and even the mobile phone, and there was nothing to clean up. It was because I hadn't taken medicine for many days, so I wanted to go to get some, and told Ran Qingzhuang that I would go to the convenience store to buy food.

Dr. Wu still remembered me and was a little surprised by my current situation.

"Just intermittent blindness, nothing else? Is the headache getting worse?" he asked.

I shook my head: "No."

He hissed and issued an order for me to do another MRI.

After finishing the inspection, he looked at the image on the computer, squinted his eyes, and said, "It's still the original size, nothing changed."

When I heard it, it seemed like a good thing: "Does it mean that I can live a few more months?"

"You can also say that." Dr. Wu said, "You still don't plan to have surgery, do you?"

"Surgery is too risky."

He shook his head, and said in a helpless tone, "You patients always want 100% guarantee, but how can it be possible? Surgery is always risky."

He quickly prescribed me the medicine, and asked me to come back for a follow-up visit every half a month.

I took the prescription form, thanked him and left the office.

The convenience store bought two boxes of chocolates, took apart the medicine box, and threw the list into the trash can. The medicine bottle can be stuffed into the pocket, and the medicine bottle can be stuffed into the bag of the convenience store, so as not to arouse Ran Qingzhuang's suspicion.

Walking to the inpatient building, I took a shortcut, and when I walked through the hospital garden, I still met Fu Ci at the same place as last time.

He looked more energetic, his face was not so thin, and he was sitting alone in a wheelchair, watching the fish by the pond.

It’s not accurate to say, he just rested his chin and stared boredly at the carp constantly surfacing in the pond, scrambling to beg for food.

He was on the way I had to pass, so it was considered impolite to just walk past him so quietly.

Thinking, I took the initiative to say hello.

He heard the voice and looked over, his gaze lingered on my face for a long time before he remembered who I was.

"Are you coming to see a doctor again?" He glanced at the bag in my hand.

"No, my friend is hospitalized, and I came to see him." I subconsciously concealed my illness.

"Oh." He looked back to the surface of the water, as if he was not going to talk to me anymore.

I took another look at his gloomy side face, and was about to lift his legs to leave when he suddenly spoke, and the topic jumped so much that I almost couldn't keep up.

"I used to raise fish, Arowana. They are very aggressive, and one fish can only be kept in one tank. It is completely different from these carp. You said they were trapped in a small container, watched and raised all day long, don't you think so? Won't you feel sick?"

I have never raised fish, so I don't know how to answer him.And even if the fish feel sick, so what, get them a therapist?

"Maybe just get used to it." I said.

He sneered, nodded and said, "Yes, once you get used to it, you won't feel anything anymore."

He was there last time I came here, and he was still there this time, and his words were so pessimistic and world-weary, which made me a little curious.

"Are you... sick?"

Hearing this, he turned his face slightly and looked at me with a smile that was not a smile.

Shocked, I hurriedly said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

He wasn't angry, but seemed quite happy: "No, I'm not sick." He tore off his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his pale chest, "I'm cured."

Fu Ci was really gloomy and frightening, so I said goodbye to him in a hurry. I walked quickly through the garden, and two nurses walked towards each other, greeting each other as they walked.

"Where are you going?"

"Go ask Mr. Fu to go back and take medicine."

The two met together and chatted a little.

"That's... the prosecutor who changed the heart of his fiancée?"

"Yes, it's him."

"It's so pitiful. My fiancée was only in her 20s at the time. It is said that both of them were about to get married, but because he was revenged by the underworld, he was knocked into a vegetative state, lay awake for ten years, and gave him his heart when he died. .”

"Mr. Fu hasn't married again in the past ten years, and he is still very affectionate. Now that he has transplanted his fiancée's heart, it can be regarded as another level of being with his beloved forever..."

Mr. Fu?Could it be Fu Ci?Was that scar on his chest the original heart transplant?

The two of them continued talking, but I didn't stop walking and didn't listen any more.

Back in the ward, Ran Qingzhuang asked me why I had been away for so long.

I lied to him that I met an old lady on the road who didn't know how to register for a doctor, so I went to the doctor with her.He didn't doubt him, and easily believed me.

Early the next morning, Ran Qingzhuang was sitting in a wheelchair, I pushed him, and the special police brother carried our luggage for us. A group of several people went down to the parking lot and drove to the safe house.

The car has seven seats, and Ran Qingzhuang sat alone by the window, it is spacious enough not to squeeze him.

"Is it cold?" The air conditioner was turned on in the car, I was afraid that Ran Qingzhuang's qi and blood would be exhausted, so I touched his hand.

He pinched my fingertips and said, "It's okay."

There is only one entrance and exit in the parking lot of the hospital, passing through the gate, the speed of the car slowed down, and while waiting for the release of the lifting pole, a car happened to get off from the opposite side.

It was a beautiful black Mercedes-Benz G-class off-road vehicle, a model that any man could not help but take a second look at.

As the cars converged, Ran Qingzhuang and I glanced at the driver's seat of the opposite car at the same time.

I don't know what Ran Qingzhuang was feeling at that moment, but when I saw Lin Sheng in the driver's seat, I seemed to hear the horn of fate.

Lin Sheng didn't see us and left directly. Ran Qingzhuang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, his eyes firmly fixed on the car.

He didn't stop, our car moved forward slowly, and quickly left the garage.It wasn't until he could no longer see the gate and walked out of the hospital gate that Ran Qingzhuang looked away in a daze.

I lowered my eyes and stared at Ran Qingzhuang's loosened hand, which slowly clenched into a fist.

Some things cannot be stopped, and some fate cannot be cut off.

The predestined person, even if there are many difficulties and separation for a long time, will pass by a small gate, and look at it for thousands of years.Those who miss the fate, even if they stalk and go through hardships, will eventually die of cancer.