The next day, Xiao Zheng personally took Xiao Mancang to the hospital.

The result confirmed his bad premonition.

Tumor? Or malignant?

Xiao Zheng's heart sank to the bottom.

"...Commander, based on the old man's age and physical condition, we do not recommend that he go on the operating table..."

Xiao Zheng pulled Xiao Tiechui to the corridor, and Xiao Tiechui lit a cigarette for both Xiao Zheng and himself.

Xiao Tiechui smokes heavily, and Xiao Zheng smokes very little now, so he choked on the first puff.

He kept coughing and the smoke made his eyes sore.

"Are you okay, third brother?" Xiao Tiechui wanted to pat him on the back.

Xiao Zheng stretched out his hand to block it, "It's okay. What do you think about Dad's affairs?"

Xiao Tiechui sighed and said nothing.

Xiao Zheng also smoked in silence.

It was not until he finished his cigarette and his leather shoes rolled over the cigarette butt that Xiao Zheng looked at Xiao Tiechui and said, "Listen to the doctor."

Xiao Tiechui nodded, "I agree, but do you want to discuss it with Big Brother again?"

Xiao Zheng: "Send a telegram back and ask him to come over."

Xiao Tiechui agreed.

Although he had accepted the reality, Xiao Zheng still held on to a glimmer of hope and invited an expert to come and take a look at Xiao Mancang.

The diagnosis of the experts from Beijing was no different from that of the doctors at the military hospital.

Xiao Zheng completely gave up.

".......Stomach cancer? How could it be stomach cancer......" An Hua was also shocked by the news, because although Xiao Mancang looked old and haggard, he was in good spirits. She didn't expect that it would be such a serious illness.

An Hua looked at the silent Xiao Zheng and opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort him. Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of nature, and any language seems so pale and powerless in the face of such helplessness.

An Hua held Xiao Zheng's hand and said, "I heard before that someone lived for ten years after getting cancer... If we take good care of Dad and make him happy, maybe he can live to be ninety or a hundred years old."

This is of course an exaggeration. The doctor said that it would be very good if Xiao Mancang could live another 1-3 years. If he is unlucky, he will only have a few months.

However, Xiao Zheng felt better when he heard An Hua say 90 or 100 years old. Yes, Xiao Mancang is 78 years old now, which is considered a long life.

Xiao Mancang's illness was not told to him personally, only that he had gastritis.

Xiao Mancang snorted, "I told you I didn't have any serious illness, but you didn't believe me and insisted that I go to the provincial capital for medical treatment. Now you believe me, don't you?"

Xiao Tiechui smiled apologetically, "I believe you, Dad. We are also concerned about your health. Besides, it's not a loss for you to come here. You get to see your little grandson."

When Xiao Mancang mentioned Xiao Yuer, his face was full of smiles.

An Hua simply asked Xiao Yuer for some leave and let him stay at home with Xiao Mancang every day.

She also asked someone to find a Chinese medicine doctor, who prescribed Chinese medicine for Xiao Mancang, and bought a lot of precious medicinal materials, such as Ganoderma lucidum, and gave them all to Xiao Mancang.

In short, both human and material resources were used to the utmost.

"...I plan to take Dad out for a walk while he's still in good spirits, and have Xiaoyuer and my second brother accompany him. You can just do your job and don't have to worry about these things."