MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 2

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Chapter two

He knows that he sleeps very unsteadily. He gets up early and is skilled at swallowing a colorful tablet overnight. The people in the bathroom mirror are pale, godless, and bleak.

He knows to smack his face with cold water and pulls out the thick down jacket at the bottom of the pressure box.

When the phone went out, the hope of He Zhishu fell again, but the doctor advised him to treat him as soon as possible. The gentle smile of the habit of He Zhishu should: "Thank you, I will think again."

It was too early, less than eight o'clock, and the snow that had been under the night did not know when it stopped. He knows that it took half an hour to find a stall that has not been visited for a long time.

The boss had to collect the money. When he saw He Zhishu, he smiled and said: "I haven’t been here for a long time!"

He knows that he is sitting at the table and smiles: "The body is lazy. After moving home, I don't like to move."

The proprietress came over and added hot water to He Zhishu. He looked at him a few times and was slightly distressed: "Is the child busy? Is it so thin?"

He knows that he didn’t speak, and he smiled. In fact, it is not too busy, but the heart is sinking, and the body is crushed.

A bowl of oysters. He knows that he is very focused on using the spoon to pour the floating seaweed into the hot soup. The soup that braved the heat also soaked the eyes of He Zhishu. For more than ten years, the stalls of this stall have never changed the price, but He Zhishu knows that the stuffing is less and the size is smaller.

The same is true of his love with Jiang Wenxu.

He knows that he has no appetite, but he still tried very hard to eat all the cockroaches. He has not dared to look up, afraid of being found to be wet. He Zhishu suddenly remembered when he first came to Beijing with Jiang Wenxu. At that time, they were struggling with difficulty. Two people only bought one copy but they were not willing to eat. Finally, the He Zhishu was divided into two copies, and Jiang Wenxu moved the spoon. He still remembers clearly that the tears of Jiang Wenxu fell into the soup bowl that day. The man said almost in a word, in this life, he would definitely live up to a well-known book.

Probably this is the case, the promise of this kind of thing, usually the speaker is not interested in listening to the heart.

He knows that he can bear it, but he still sneaks in the public bathroom.

How can you not be afraid? Fear of loneliness, fear of disappointment, and fear of walking alone in the long corridor of the hospital. He knows that he is sitting across from the doctor and squinting at the pot of orchids raised by the doctor named Ai.

The doctor advised He Zhishu to get chemotherapy as soon as possible. The sooner the treatment, the better.

He Zhishu does not say anything, doctors do not remind. After a long silence, He Zhishu controlled his emotions and looked up and smiled softly: "I am afraid of suffering... especially now I can't support it alone."

"Help me to prescribe some medicine, I will consider it." He Zhishu shook his head and smiled weakly: "Doctor Ai, I have recently had little nosebleeds, but the fever is even worse. I slept at home two days ago, 恍The nightmare saw that he had become a big stove. The heart, the liver, the spleen and the lungs were all fried in the pot. I almost thought that I couldn’t come."

In the prescription of the doctor who walked the dragon snake, a large piece of writing was suddenly broken, and a gap appeared. He looked at the endangered patients with all sorts of grievances, but never seen a lonely body like He Zhishu.

"You are my patient. If you treat you, I will accompany you. No big deal, there is always hope in life. Isn't it?" Dr. Ai is actually not old, but the industry has achieved outstanding results. Most people only see him as capable. But now he comforts He Zhishu, the relaxed tone is like two students who are comforting each other in the student era: "Nothing, tonight, the whip is too much for us to go to the bird tomorrow."

The smile of He Zhishu is a bit more sincere, but it is still the same sentence: "I think about it, you can give me some medicine."

When He Zhishu left, Ai Ziyu insisted on giving the office a valuable and fragile orchid to He Zhishu: "I don't think about it myself, I just want to find something to do, and it is good to raise flowers."

After knowing the story, He Zhishu hurriedly said: "Thank you doctor, but I don't know how to raise flowers... still so delicate orchids."

"It is not difficult to raise flowers. I hope that you will be sure that I will arrange treatment for you soon. Hello, my flowers can be taken care of better." The doctor showed a short, slightly childish smile. Waving his hand.

He Zhishu actually doesn't take it for granted. People who love flowers can take good care of their flowers. Just like what he lacks, it is definitely not a few comforts from others.

But at the very least, it’s better than nothing.

So he still took the potted flower and asked for a plastic bag to wrap the flower tightly into the coat.

Ai Ziyu's special effects medicine hospital is very scarce. He Zhishu thinks that there is still medicine in the family and he is not in a hurry. He simply goes back without taking any medicine. He has been out for too long, and his body has been unable to hold it.

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