Chapter 783 Su Miao Extra 55
Su Miao almost laughed out loud at the sudden yet timely ringtone of the cell phone.
"Threats and coercion failed, so now you're trying to be pitiful? Song Hansheng, you've really lost your dignity."
Song Hansheng didn't expect that his words "I'm dying" would be met with Su Miao's words "losing value"
His heart suddenly felt empty, as if a force was desperately pulling him down. His head hurt even more, and he staggered back a step, his body swaying.
Su Miao was sitting in a wheelchair. Although she was much shorter than Song Hansheng, when she put her hands on the wheelchair handles and raised her chin slightly, her aura was no less than Song Hansheng's.
She raised her eyebrows: "Song Hansheng, I am a medical student after all, do you think I don't know anything?"
Song Hansheng's heart was shocked, and it took him a while to understand what Su Miao said.
Yeah, how could he have forgotten everything.
Su Miao has performed surgery on brain cancer patients. How could she not know the symptoms of brain cancer?
Even if she didn't know all this, she would know that Song Hansheng was sick when she saw him suffering from headaches, bleeding, and a pale face every day.
It's not that she didn't know, she just didn't care. In the three or four months that she lived with him after she came back, she saw him having a headache every day and just watched coldly as he became terminally ill.
She knew that he was sick and might be dying, but she still wanted to use the child in her belly to take revenge on him.
Su Miao didn't say anything, but the expression on her face seemed to clearly say "You deserve it"
"Miao Miao, I told you that I have cancer, not because I want your sympathy, nor do I want to keep you by my side by playing the victim. I just want you to be happier. I have tasted retribution." Song Hansheng spoke bitterly. He was wearing a mask, and his heavy breathing brought hot air into his eyes, which was burning. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't even cry. Besides, he tasted a fishy sweetness in his mouth.
He was glad that he chose to wear a mask when he came out, otherwise it would be so embarrassing to vomit blood in front of Su Miao.
"I'm not kind, so I hope things will change. I'm not vicious, so you don't have to tell me if you die. Song Hansheng, goodbye." Su Miao glanced at him indifferently and controlled the wheelchair to turn around.
When did she become so cold? Su Miao could give a warm greeting to a strange patient, but she was unwilling to give him even a superfluous expression.
Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao like this, but his mind was full of thoughts about Su Miao's past appearance.
Su Miao also cared about him. Brain cancer doesn't appear in one day. He used to have headaches frequently but didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought that he stayed up too late, had his head blown too much by the wind, and thought too much. He always looked for reasons in the outside world instead of looking for reasons in himself.
At that time, Su Miao said that she hated him but she still cared about him. She would make medicine for him, massage him, and rub his pain.
Once, she pressed his solar plexus and said, "Song Hansheng, if you don't even care about yourself, how can you care about others? You should have died a long time ago."
Song Hansheng is always said to be selfish and always loves himself, but Su Miao said that he doesn't even know how to love himself.
Song Hansheng didn't want to hear Su Miao say "never see you again". He wanted to see her, every day, even if it was just to see her once on the day he died.
Song Hansheng opened his mouth. A dying person could not keep the living. Su Miao still had a long life to live. He had already ruined most of her future. He couldn't ruin it all, so he could only let her go. Letting go of others was also letting go of himself.
Song Hansheng could have just fought to the death. He had nothing to lose anyway and could have done everything to keep Su Miao. He also had the ability and means to do so, but now he was trapped and he was reluctant to use any means against her.
To him, Su Miao was the antidote, the sunshine after the rain, the umbrella that appeared in time in the rain, and the warm fireplace in the cold winter. Now he had lost his antidote, thrown away his umbrella, smashed his fireplace, and even the last bit of sunshine had disappeared.
Song Hansheng could only stand there blankly and watch Su Miao turn around and leave.
He put his cold hands into his pockets to warm them up, but his hands were too cold and kept shaking. He touched the chain in his pocket, and Song Hansheng took it out. The chain fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Song Hansheng's eyes fell to the ground in a daze, and then he picked up the chain with difficulty. He couldn't help but wonder, if the Song family hadn't gone bankrupt, or if he hadn't accepted Jiang Yurou's help at that time, would the outcome for him and Su Miao be completely different?
When Su Miao turned around, Qin Mo saw her and walked over to take her away.
Su Miao heard something fall to the ground behind her. She turned around and saw Song Hansheng holding a gold chain in his hand, which made her feel inexplicably familiar.
"Shall we go?" Qin Mo interrupted her thoughts.
"Let's go back and drink the pork bone and crucian carp soup you made."
The two pretended that nothing had happened, as if Song Hansheng had never appeared. Qin Mo pushed Su Miao away in a wheelchair.
Qin Mo did not ask her what she had said to Song Hansheng. Instead, Su Miao spoke first when they got in the car.
"Song Hansheng said he has brain cancer."
Qin Mo was originally holding the seat belt to fasten Su Miao, but after hearing what she said, he froze for a moment, then pretended to be calm and fastened the seat belt.
Qin Mo looked at Su Miao's hand intentionally or unintentionally. Brain cancer. If Su Miao's hand was fine, she could pick up the scalpel.
Song Hansheng indirectly destroyed Su Miao's hand, but he also destroyed his own way of survival. It is true that evil people cannot live a good life. Qin Mo feels that letting him get brain cancer is too light a punishment.
"Is he telling you this to keep you? What do you think?" Qin Mo himself didn't know how tense his voice was when he asked Su Miao this question.
He was afraid that Su Miao would compromise and return to Song Hansheng because of this.
"I'm not kind or stupid. How could I possibly go back to him because of this? If I wanted to, I wouldn't take off my clothes and act pitiful in front of the media. Qin Mo, I'm very bad. I lied to everyone today. I went to jail voluntarily. I wanted to get rid of him. I hate him but I can't kill him. I thought I would still be the Su Miao after I got out of prison, but the past is the past and there's no going back."
Before going to prison, Su Miao encouraged herself. She thought she was very strong and that she could easily get through all the hardships. She didn't need the understanding of those netizens. It didn't matter if they scolded her. As long as the people she cared about believed in her, that was enough. There was Qin Mo, the dean who looked after her, and Shen Qing...
But after entering, she found that being strong in her heart was useless. She was not even an ant in there. She was like tiny dust that would be blown away by the wind.
Her hand felt warm, and Su Miao lowered her head to find that it was Qin Mo holding her hand.
"To me, you are you."
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