Two hours later, Zhang Qiaohui was surprised to see the two test results.

"Suspected early stage lung cancer."

"Not pregnant."

…

"You bitch!" A dark-skinned woman came up and slapped Zhang Qiaohui in the face!

She was dressed in a rustic manner, with haggard eyes and eyebrows. Long-term hard work made her skin dark and her hands and feet rough, but she was extremely strong.

"Jiang Hongmei, what are you doing?"

"What are you saying? I'm going to beat you, a shameless widow who kills her husband!

You bitch, you hooked up with some old men and never went home all day. You settled down in the county with a vixen like you.

You spend men's money and dress up so well, you blood-sucking fairy!

You didn't remember 놖 when you two were fooling around outside, but now that you're sick, you know to ask 놖 to come and take care of you?"

Zhang Qiaohui was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe and was almost strangled to death.

The people around pointed and talked, watching Jiang Hongmei riding on her and beating her, but they didn't dare to come over to stop the fight, and they kept blaming her in their words.

"The man in bed three ran into his wife and her mistress."

"Oh my god, are you having an affair? The man is unconscious, but the woman is fine. They don't look like a couple."

"It would be now. In the past, they would have been arrested and paraded through the streets."

…

"Is the family of bed 2053 here? Come and pay the hospital bill!"

Jiang Hongmei grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the nurse, while her other hand was also not idle, slapping her face.

"Pay the money. You are wearing all kinds of gold and silver. I guess you don't spend money on a regular basis.

Now this unscrupulous person is sick, if you don't pay the money quickly, he will die, who will you rely on to live?"

Zhang Qiaohui somehow found the strength to push Jiang Hongmei over, then ran away while covering her wound with her hair to hide her face.

Lung cancer. Even though she was uneducated, she knew that if the word cancer was involved, Zhuang Guoliang would not live for more than two days.

She is not pregnant, so if she doesn't run away now, when will she run away?

If she wanted to be generous to Zhuang Guoliang, she would have to hesitate for a while.

In the past two years, when Zhuang Guoliang's business was going well, he would give him some money, but when business was not going well, he would not borrow money from himself to make ends meet.

Occasionally she was given some living expenses, which she got by acting coquettishly and foolishly.

Besides, Zhuang Guoliang is very observant and will definitely ask to see the test results. He can't hide the fact that he is not pregnant.

Seeing that he was about to die, he was left to Jiang Hongmei to take care of him.

…

There was a sea of ​​white in his sight. Zhuang Guoliang slowly opened his eyes and saw an IV dripping with water.

Zhuang Xiaoyu, who was sitting next to him, saw Zhuang Guoliang wake up and put down the book in her hand, "Dad, how did you get into this state?"

Zhuang Guoliang wanted to speak, but his throat was on fire and his voice was extremely hoarse. "Xiaoyu, pour me a glass of water."

"I didn't bring a water bottle or a lunch box. Dad, just bear with it for now."

Zhuang Guoliang swallowed his saliva, "Why are you here? What's wrong?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at her father whom she hadn't seen for several months. There were dots of silver in his fluffy black hair, and crow's feet appeared at the corners of his peach blossom eyes.

Although he is still young and strong, he has been hanging out all night because of his brother's death and looks much older.

"Dad, the nurse is asking for payment of the hospital bill. I don't have any money."

"Oh!" Zhuang Guoliang reached out to take out his wallet subconsciously. The wallet was empty. Then he remembered that he had spent all the money he brought for the goods today on Zhang Qiaohui.

놛 looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu who was sitting there, "Xiaoyu, don't you have any money? Where's the living expenses that Dad asked someone to bring back for you last month?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu slowly curled up the corners of her mouth. The three yuan living expenses every month were not only for tuition, but also for buying books, and providing food and clothing for two people. Now, her parents even asked her for money.

"Dad, I don't have any money."

Looking at the cotton padded jacket on Zhuang Xiaoyu's body that had turned pale from washing, Zhuang Guoliang looked away as if he had been burned. "Where is the person who brought you to the hospital?"

Knowing that the person she was looking for was Zhang Qiaohui, Zhuang Xiaoyu rushed over and luckily saw the fight between the two women outside.

"She left after looking at your test results."

Zhang Qiaohui was still pregnant with her child, so how could she just leave without any reason?

Zhuang Guoliang's head tensed up, "What do you mean? Did Jiang Hongmei beat her?"

The two women started fighting as soon as they met. No matter what happened, Zhang Qiaohui was pregnant. What if the baby was hurt?

Zhuang Xiaoyu sneered. When she came to ask for living expenses, she had seen that woman several times. She ate and dressed finely, and a bottle of facial cream could support her for several years.

"You are sick. The doctor said you have lung cancer. I guess that auntie is scared."

Zhuang Guoliang's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, froze in mid-air. He was so panicked that the air in front of him seemed to be sucked dry. "Xiaoyu, what did you say?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, gently closed the book in her hand, and placed it carefully on the cabinet.

Then he took two steps forward, took the matchbox from Zhuang Guoliang's hand, and lit the cigarette for him.

"You heard me right, lung cancer."

Through the slowly rising smoke, Zhuang Xiaoyu's peach blossom eyes, which looked exactly like Zhuang Guoliang's, did not show any sign of pain, but were rather indifferent and frightening.

"Xiaoyu, are you kidding me? How could you get lung cancer?"

Zhuang Guoliang threw back the quilt and turned over in bed, without even having time to put on his shoes, and stumbled out, "No, no, I must have seen it wrong."

…

There was a loud bang in the doctor's office. Zhuang Guoliang tore up the medical records on the doctor's desk, not yet satisfied, and picked up a stool and smashed it everywhere.

The examination bed, screen, and IV stand were all over the floor.

The frightened female doctor shouted, "Call the security, call the security."

Patients and their families who heard the news crowded around the office door, asking, "What's wrong with this guy? Is he mentally ill?"

"No, I heard that you have a terminal illness. I can't accept it for the time being. I still want to hit people!"

"Oh, what a pitiful person."

"You are compassionate, but are doctors not compassionate?

I was frightened for no reason. The doctor was pregnant and worked overtime for me. Why did you do this? "

…

Zhuang Guoliang was oblivious to the discussions in the crowd and the treatment plans the doctor was talking about. Those words kept echoing in his mind.

"Our place is small and the technology is not advanced enough. I recommend you go to a big city to see a doctor.

The cure rate is higher and the examination is more accurate.

Of course, there are good reasons.

But I have to tell you in advance that the probability of the tumor being malignant is over 90 percent.”

"It's fake, it must be fake. It can't be. How can I get sick?"

놖Starting over녡, 놆How could a child chosen by God get sick at the very beginning of his life?

No, it must be a misdiagnosis."

As Zhuang Guoliang spoke, he stumbled toward home.

"Patient, you can't leave. Your hospital bills haven't been paid yet!"

"Security, hold it!"