As soon as Wen Qing entered the doctor's office, she heard two doctors talking.

"Won't the gastroscopy results be available this afternoon?" a doctor asked.

The chubby doctor replied, "Yes."

"Then why did you say the latest it could be is the day after tomorrow?"

The chubby doctor scratched his head and frowned: "Actually, I've figured something out, but the patient is too young. They wouldn't normally get this kind of disease. Just to be on the safe side, I need to report to the team leader for discussion to see if it's another illness. I can only tell the patient after a diagnosis."

What clues have you noticed?

The overweight doctor replied, "The patient may have stomach cancer."

Stomach cancer?!

Wen Qing's brain went blank for a moment, her head buzzing and making it impossible for her to think. All sorts of cold voices from her previous life came crashing back to her.

"It's not pregnancy, it's a diagnosis of stomach cancer."

"It's stomach cancer."

"It's late-stage stomach cancer."

"..."

Stomach cancer...

Wen Qing stood blankly at the office door, looking at the portly doctor, and asked cautiously, "Doctor, is it true? Do I have stomach cancer?"

The two doctors were taken aback, not expecting that their words had been overheard by the patient.

Seeing this, the chubby doctor quickly explained, "Young lady, it's not certain yet. Wait a minute, don't be sad. I'll report it to the team leader right now, and the result might be good. Don't be pessimistic."

"Will we get the results this afternoon?" Wen Qing asked.

The overweight doctor looked at his colleague, who said, "Yes." Since the patient had already heard, they couldn't delay any longer.

"Alright, I'll wait." After saying that, Wen Qing turned around and sat back down in the corridor.

"Sister Wenqing, where's your medicine?" Baohong asked.

Wen Qing was in a daze.

"Sister Wenqing, Sister Wenqing," Baohong called out.

Wen Qing snapped out of her daze: "Bao Hong, what's wrong?"

"Where's the medicine you took?" Bao Hong asked.

Wen Qing was a beat behind and said somewhat incoherently, "The doctor will have to wait a while. The doctor said it's too hot and prescribed some medicine to cool me down. Bao Hong, why don't you go back to the clothing store first? I'm all done here. I see the clothing store is quite busy, so you can go back."

"When are you going back?" Bao Hong asked.

Wen Qing forced a smile and said in a relaxed manner, "I'll go straight back to the county town in a bit. Call me if anything comes up."

"Alright then, Sister Wenqing, I'll be going now," Baohong said.

Wen Qing nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."

"Okay." Bao Hong walked out of the hospital happily.

Wen Qing sat alone on a bench in the corridor, continuing to wait. She felt anxious, scared, sad, and helpless. As time slowly passed, her mind gradually went blank. All she could do was wait and wait for an answer.

The answer finally came out in the afternoon.

Wen Qing was called to the doctor's office.

The portly doctor said with a grave expression, "Young lady, you're right, and my guess was correct. It's stomach cancer."

Wen Qing's expression calmed down at this moment, and she asked, "Is it in the late stage?"

"No, generally speaking, it's already in the progression stage when it's discovered, which is between the early and middle stages," the fat doctor said.

"Can it be cured?" Wen Qing asked.

The chubby doctor was silent for a moment before saying, "With the current level of medical technology, it's not so easy to cure, but it's not that it's incurable." The chubby doctor didn't dare to make a definitive statement, after all, it was the first case in Nanzhou First People's Hospital that Wen Qing had stomach cancer at such a young age, which he found unbelievable.

"If I don't get treatment, how long can I live?" Wen Qing asked.

The overweight doctor said, "I recommend receiving treatment."

How to treat it?

"Surgical removal."

Wen Qing paused for a moment: "If I have the surgery, how long can I live?"

"It's uncertain, but it might be curable." Only a possibility, the chubby doctor said. "You can consider it."

Wen Qing remained silent.

The portly doctor looked at Wen Qing with great pity. How could someone so young have contracted such a disease? He said, "Why don't you go back and discuss it with your family? We can suggest that you undergo surgery."

Wen Qing nodded.

The overweight doctor prescribed some medication and said, "If you plan to have surgery, you should generally prepare a week in advance. During this time, eat nutritious and easily digestible foods. I will also prescribe some medication for you. I suggest you start treatment early, as the chances of a cure will be higher. Don't delay."

Wen Qing nodded: "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome. I hope to receive treatment." The overweight doctor repeatedly emphasized the need for treatment.

"Um."

In addition to prescribing medication for Wen Qing, the chubby doctor also wrote down special instructions for the pre-operative period.

After receiving the money, Wen Qing said thank you and left the First People's Hospital.

At this moment, the sun was blazing, and Wen Qing's forehead and palms were covered in sweat, but she felt cold all over.

She walked under the blazing sun for a long time until she was surrounded by no one. She came to a shady spot under a tree, sat down by the roadside, and watched the dappled shadows on the ground sway in the wind. Tears fell uncontrollably onto the dry ground, quickly absorbed by the soil.

Still, still... still couldn't escape this disease.

Wen Qing covered her face and burst into tears.

Mom, younger brother, Feng Qing, university...

Wen Qing cried for a long time, and was finally awakened by the clear sound of a bicycle bell by the roadside. She looked up, but the bicycle had already passed by.

Wen Qing released her various emotions through crying, and she gradually began to face the truth: in her previous life, she had incurable late-stage stomach cancer. What about in this life? Could the medical technology of this era cure it?

Is that possible?

Wen Qing pondered. The doctor said that treatment would definitely prolong her life compared to not treating her, and that preparations would take a week. A week later, it would be July 19th.

July 19th!

Wen Qing felt a sudden fear; July 19th was the day she died in her previous life!

Perhaps because she was a reincarnated person, she had an instinctive superstition about some things, such as whether July 19th would also be the day she passed away in this life.

Impossible! Wen Qing immediately dismissed the idea in her mind. In her previous life, when she was diagnosed with stomach cancer, it was already in its late stage and incurable. This life is different; this time, she hasn't even reached the middle stage.

Therefore, it was impossible. After analyzing the facts, Wen Qing confirmed that July 19th was purely a coincidence, and she felt much relieved.

She stood up, picked up her medicine, and took the bus back to the county town.

When Wen Liang arrived at Fengqing Garment Factory in the county town, he had just arrived from Fengqing and was sweating profusely as he entered the factory.

Ever since Wen Qing asked Wen Liang for help, Wen Liang has been much more attentive to her than she was to Feng Qing. He learns what he doesn't know, asks questions when he doesn't know, and seeks help when he doesn't know. He is very dedicated.

"Sister, you're back," Wen Liang called out.

Wen Qing nodded.

"Have you registered at the driving school yet?" Wen Liang asked.

Wen Qing shook her head: "No."

"What's wrong?"

“They said I wasn’t actually eighteen years old,” Wen Qing said with a smile.

"So strict."

"Um."

"Then you can register when you turn eighteen."

Wen Qing nodded.

Wen Liang was still busy at Fengqing Garment Factory. Wen Qing said, "Liangliang, I didn't eat lunch and I'm exhausted. Let's go home. You can take me home on your bicycle."

"Why haven't you eaten?" Wen Liang asked.

"It's too hot, and many places don't have air conditioning, so I can't eat," Wen Qing said.

Wen Liang knew that Wen Qing had been with his second uncle since childhood. His second uncle doted on Wen Qing, making her extremely spoiled and pretentious. Although Wen Qing has changed a lot now, she can still be a little pretentious occasionally.

Wen Liang didn't mind at all. He now thought his sister was perfect. He nodded and said, "Remember to eat when we get home."

"good."

"I'll drop you off at home and come back later," Wen Liang said.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Okay."

So Wen Liang pushed his bicycle, carrying Wen Qing back to Shuiwan Village. After resting at home for a while, Wen Liang rode his bicycle to the county town again.

Wen Qing stayed at home.

"You're learning to drive today?" Yao Shiling heard Liang say that Wen Qing hadn't eaten, so she took the lunch from the refrigerator and went to the kitchen to heat it up.

"No," Wen Qing replied, then went into the room, turned on the air conditioner, and sat on a stool to look at the medicine the doctor had prescribed for her.

When Yao Shiling brought in the dishes, she saw many medicine bottles on the table and was alarmed. She quickly put down the dishes and went to Wen Qing's side to ask, "Wen Qing, are you sick?"

"Mm." Wen Qing nodded.

Yao Shiling asked with a serious expression, "What illness?" She glanced at the medicine bottle and instructions, but because she was not literate, she didn't know what kind of medicine it was.

Wen Qing didn't answer directly, but smiled and said, "Mom, sit down, I'll tell you slowly."

Yao Shiling sat down.

Wen Qing said softly, "Mom, I'm sick. My stomach is sick."

"What illness? Is it serious? Why are there so many medicines? Did you see a doctor? What did the doctor say?" Yao Shiling asked a series of questions.

Wen Qing told the truth: "I saw a doctor, and the doctor said it was quite serious, but maybe it can be cured."

Yao Shiling was stunned: "What kind of illness is that?"

“Stomach cancer,” Wen Qing said.

Yao Shiling was shocked, then covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes reddening. Stomach cancer, stomach... Many days ago, Wen Qing said that she couldn't eat because of the heat, that her appetite was poor because of the heat. She never imagined that it had nothing to do with the heat, but that it was actually a problem with her stomach.

Yao Shiling tried to hold back her tears, but they still broke down.

"Mom," Wen Qing called out.

Yao Shiling wiped away her tears and asked, "What did the doctor say about treatment?"

"Surgery."

When is the surgery scheduled?

"The doctor said it would be in the last week."

“Then have the surgery. You’re so young, you’ll definitely recover,” Yao Shiling said.

Wen Qing nodded: "Mom, if I can't get over this hurdle..."

"No, you won't!" Yao Shiling said, her eyes reddening. "You're so young, you'll be fine."

"Okay." Wen Qing said, "Mom, don't tell anyone else yet, and don't worry too much. I'll have the surgery in a week."

"good."

“Wen Liang and Wen Peng also want to speak.”

“Okay, then let Wen Liang handle Feng Qing’s affairs as much as possible recently,” Yao Shiling said.

"good."

At the same time, Wen Liang rode his bicycle to the county town, and saw Gangzi as soon as he arrived.

"Little brother Wen Qing!" Gangzi greeted him warmly. He recognized both of Wen Qing's younger brothers: "You've grown so tall!"

Wen Liang called out, "Brother Gangzi," and then left. Wen Liang didn't like Ji Yanjun, and by extension, he didn't like Gangzi much either.

"Hey, why did you leave so soon?" Gangzi was about to call out to Wen Liang when he heard the truck horn. He turned around and saw Ji Yanjun driving the truck over.

"Yanjun!" Gangzi shouted and waved.

Ji Yanjun stopped the car.

Gangzi opened the passenger door, jumped into the car, and said with a smile, "Yanjun, you're pretty fast! Did the delivery go smoothly?"

"Smoothly." Ji Yanjun started the car.

"That's good, hehe." Gangzi laughed.

"What are you grinning about?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"I'm getting married!" Gangzi said.

Ji Yanjun turned to look at Gangzi, who quickly said, "Really, although it's a bit fast, well, it's not really that fast. If we've found each other, I won't feel at ease until I marry her. The sooner I marry her, the sooner I can have peace of mind."

"Um, when?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"next month."

“Okay, I’ll give you a big red envelope later,” Ji Yanjun said.

Gangzi said with a grin, "Brother, thanks! The bigger the red envelope, the better."

Ji Yanjun slowed down the car and prepared to stop.

At this moment, Gangzi suddenly said, "By the way, I saw Wen Qing the day before yesterday."

"Then what?"

"I saw her go to the First People's Hospital alone."

With a sharp "screech," the car came to a stop. Gangzi lurched forward from the impact, turned around, and cursed, "Damn it, you're jealous that I'm getting married!"

What was she doing at the hospital alone?