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Chapter 74

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The woman lowered her voice to the lowest level, so that her throat was a little hoarse, and she called out twice more.

"Shen Yan... Shen Yan?"

No one heard but him.

Except for him, no one knew who was in front of him.

Shen Yan couldn't look away.

The woman's eyes are not as sharp as they were many years ago, and the years have made them darker, but their eyes are still filled with terrible obsession - staring at such a pair of eyes tightly, he is stiff and unable to move.

Even if he didn't answer, the change in his appearance and expression betrayed him.

The woman's other hand suddenly climbed onto his arm, grabbed it tightly, and took a step closer to him again: "Yes... you."

Shen Yan's breathing became slightly rapid, but just being watched by her, her throat seemed to be suddenly restrained by something, and she couldn't lift her breath, let alone her voice. He knew he could shake his head, but it didn't do him any good other than look embarrassed, so he gave up denying it.

"Qiqin..."

Shout out subconsciously.

The first time the sound was so soft that it wasn't even a sound at all, it was just the eager air rushing in and out when he spoke.

When he didn't get any response, he realized that his vocal cords couldn't work at all, and his voice got stuck in his throat and couldn't get out.

At this moment, the woman in front of her almost pressed her entire body against him, her fingers tugging at the fabric on his sleeve, and she was grabbing more and more inch by inch, eager to pull him over.

"Qi Jin-"

The second time I finally shouted out, although the sound was actually very small, it was enough to attract attention.

"what?"

Qi Jin had been looking at the place where she had walked when she was hospitalized in a car accident, and when she heard Shen Yan calling him, she turned around and suddenly saw Shen Yan supporting a middle-aged woman, and the other party was crooked and about to collapse to the point of Shen Yan. Yan went to the body, and quickly stepped forward to help.

"Oh, this aunt, are you all right?" he asked with concern.

The woman trembled slightly, never thinking that there would be someone she knew beside Shen Yan, her shoulders and hands were gently retracted.

Qi Jin didn't notice her small movements, she raised her other arm carefully, and asked thoughtfully, "Auntie, are you not feeling well? Do you want to call a nurse?"

The woman hurriedly glanced at Qi Jin.

Then, she lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly, shook her head silently, without saying a word, the hand holding Shen Yan's sleeve slowly loosened.

What... she doesn't want to be supported by strangers

Qi Jin observed this, so she slowly put down her hand after making sure that the other party was standing firmly. He looked at the woman in simple clothes, not like a woman living in a big city, but like someone from the county and city below to see a doctor in a provincial hospital, thinking she was unfamiliar, so he smiled gently: "Auntie, are you right? Where can I not find it? Do you want to register? We are going to the outpatient department, do you need us to lead the way?"

The woman listened silently, just pursed her lips and shook her head again and again.

Without waiting for Qi Jin to ask again, she took a step back first, her eyes stayed on Shen Yan for a moment, turned her face away, and walked numbly to a bench down the corridor and sat down, her expression utterly dejected.

"Is she a patient? There is no one to accompany her, which is really worrying... "

Qi Jin was a little worried and hesitated to call the nurse over.

Shen Yan's face was pale, her eyes blinked blankly twice, her back was clearly facing the woman on the bench, but she seemed to be able to see her lonely silhouette.

"Shen Yan?"

When Qi Jin noticed that his face was not right and his fingers touched the back of his hand inadvertently, he was shocked to find that the hand was cold.

"Shen Yan, what's the matter with you?" Qi Jin frowned, worried that he might be wearing too little and was freezing outside.

"It's alright." Shen Yan took a short time to regain her focus, but instead of focusing on Qi Jin, she looked down at the ground for a long time, "...You have a follow-up visit today, don't delay. Let's go."

Qi Jin was about to nod his head when a soft sob suddenly came from the bench behind.

It's that woman.

It was the woman who was crying.

I don't know why I buried my face in my hands and choked up alone. The voice was very desolate, and even passers-by couldn't help but cast sympathetic glances, wondering if a relative of hers had been diagnosed with some kind of terminal illness.

"I, let's go and ask again..." Qi Wei couldn't bear to hear it in her ears, and just wanted to go back and ask, but Shen Yan gently stopped him.

"You go to register first, I'll accompany her." Shen Yan's voice was dry and astringent, as if it took a lot of effort to say it, and the sentences were not coherent. He lowered his head from beginning to end, and there was a hint of pain between his eyebrows, but unfortunately he couldn't read it carefully, "If you have anything, just call me... I'll go upstairs to find you at that time."

"Okay," Qi Jin said with a smile when he heard that he was willing to stay for a while, "Anyway, it's fine for me to register by myself when I arrive at the hospital. Go and accompany that aunt."

Slightly paused, smiled slightly and sighed.

"Actually, when I was hospitalized by myself, I was in a very low mood. I think... This aunt may have encountered something sad. If this is the case, please be sure to comfort her. After all, in this situation, someone will tell you. If you speak, your mood will be much better.”

There will always be more distractions for those who suffer from the same illness.

Shen Yan listened silently, and nodded after a while: "... Well, I understand, you go."

After saying goodbye to him, Qi Jin walked out about 20 to 30 meters, looked back and found that Shen Yan was still standing there looking at him, so he smiled and waved to indicate that he didn't have to worry, and urged him to go there by the way.

Shen Yan still stared at him for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the woman on the bench.

Qi Jin was relieved, she walked into the outpatient department building of the hospital, came to the department floor where she was sent to when the car accident happened, registered, and then sat quietly in the waiting hall waiting for her name to be displayed on the announcement screen.

The hall had several large and bright glass windows, and from his position he could see the thick clouds smoulderingly attached to the city's outline. There was still a clear sky in the early morning, but it had disappeared at this moment, and the heavy gray gave the illusion that the cold winter was coming early-today is destined to be a cloudy day.

...hopefully it's just cloudy, not rainy.

he thinks.

Because none of them thought about bringing an umbrella, and no one expected that there would be unforeseen circumstances. It would be bad if it rained—

A gust of wind blew coolly, and it was cold, but it didn't mean it was going to rain.

The sky was dark, not a reunion atmosphere.

Shen Yan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then walked over slowly, walked to the woman's side and sat down. Sitting posture is restrained.

She seemed to sense his breath, the choking voice gradually subsided, and the ten fingers covering her face finally opened, revealing the sad look behind her fingers.

"Shen Yan..."

She called the name again.

This is the name she gave. Although she inherited the surname of the man she loves and hates the most, it still belongs to her, and she will never forget it for a lifetime.

He clasped his hands on his knees, trembled slightly, and said the word with difficulty: "… Mom."

When she heard the word, the woman raised her head sharply.

"Don't call it that outside!"

The stern, high-pitched voice of fear is exactly the same as before. How could I forget... I shouldn't have forgotten.

"I'm sorry..." After a long while, he finished the second sentence, and then it was blank.

The ability to organize language seems to be eroded by this blank, and gradually disappears in the depths of the throat. The person suddenly became in a trance and clenched his hand tightly because he could feel the pain in the palm of his hand. The memory of the palm is actually better than that of the brain.

So, what should it be called

By the way, when he was a child, the two would occasionally go to the street together, and the woman once taught him how to say it.

"… Auntie." He called out softly. Strangers like Qi Jin used the same title, just to continue the conversation, "Are you okay?"

The woman was stunned for a moment when she heard him call out, her breathing became disordered for a while.

She gasped in a hurry, and after a few puffs, she didn't cry again, but she couldn't stop her eyes from turning slightly red: "Not good, not good at all."

not good-

Just the weight of the two words in his heart made him breathless.

The two sat side by side, his eyes didn't look over once, he just lowered his gaze at his stretched white fingers on his knees, and asked bluntly, "Why?"

After cutting off all contact for many years, he has not heard from him, and he thinks that women are at least happy.

Because her most cumbersome thing is gone.

However, the reality that the woman said was not what he expected at all: "Why... why do you ask me? Look, I have become like this, but no one is willing to take the time to accompany me to the provincial capital to see a doctor. My mother’s family can’t take care of it. My father passed away for so long, and my mother was sick in bed for many years. It’s impossible for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river. Too much trouble…”

Speaking of this, the voice couldn't stop choking: "I don't know what to do when I see the test results now, and no one dares to tell me, how could it be better..."

The woman sobbed again.

It wasn't until this moment that Shen Yan realized that he had been holding his breath for a long time. The strong suffocation made him slightly dizzy, and he couldn't help but start panting low, and his chest was full of oppressive pain: "Check the results."

There is no way to ask questions directly.

When he didn't know the answer, he couldn't ask the question, and he could only repeat the key words in the sentence monotonously, repeating constantly.

"test result… "

"The result of the examination... I found out yesterday." The woman continued. Her voice sounded older and more haggard than her actual age because of her crying. "It is said that a tumor has grown in the brain, and I am not sure whether it is benign or malignant. The doctor asked me to stay in the hospital for observation, and then decide whether to operate or not. ."

Shen Yan felt as if she had floated up from the deep sea, and had been in the dark and cold water for too long.

Only when you open your mouth can you experience the astringency and salty taste of seawater: "Brain tumor—"

With the white flowers in front of him, he felt that he was about to lose sight of the things around him, so he had to hurriedly close his eyes and shook his head with difficulty. All that was thrown out was the fear of reunion, but the fear that remained was completely different, and he hadn't even thought about it.

"When will the pathology report... come out?"

"The doctor told me it was tomorrow."

The results of peT-cT are only used for initial identification and judgment, and whether it is malignant tumor or not has to wait for the pathological report.

Shen Yan sorted out his thoughts in a daze, and simply put together some medical knowledge he knew, trying to find information that could comfort him a little - but he found that thinking had become quite difficult, let alone thinking rationally.

"If, you end up having surgery... will someone come to take care of you?" he asked.

The woman's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she stared at him with a sneer: "Who knows, I can't tell if I can have an operation. Even if I want to have an operation, I'm afraid I can't afford the cost. My husband has been gambling money for the past few years. I have almost gambled all my wealth, and I will not pay this money at all."

Hearing this, Shen Yan woke up slightly.

His knees were still a little weak, and it took him some time to slowly get up from the bench, and said in a low voice, "...Please wait here, I'll be back soon."

For the convenience of patients, the hospital has several bank service points in the hospital area, which are near the inpatient building, only a five-minute walk away.

The daily upper limit of the ATM is only about 20,000 yuan. Shen Yan went directly to the counter to withdraw money, took out 40,000 yuan from his usual savings, wrapped it in an envelope, and sealed it tightly. He went back to the bench without saying a word, and silently shoved the envelope into the stunned woman's hand.

"You keep this money for emergency use. Brain tumor surgery probably requires this much. I hope... at least it can survive this period of time."

Brain tumor surgery is generally accompanied by other adjuvant therapies, and the medical expenses may be far more than these, or even two to three times this amount.

However, his economic ability is limited, so he has to put it on as much as possible, and it will be counted as one day after a day.

"Shen Yan..." The woman's hand shaking while holding the envelope, she stared at him with wide eyes, but he just sighed softly and said nothing more. However, the woman was in a trance for a while, and suddenly she remembered something and pushed the money back fiercely, shouting excitedly while panting, "No! No! Did your father give this to you... I don't want him, I don't want him money!"

Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, her voice sank when she realized what she was talking about, and her brows furrowed: "No, I never want his money - these are all earned by myself, not a penny is his. given."

The woman hesitantly took two steps back, stood far away, and quietly studied his appearance.

No matter how much he denied it, he couldn't deny the blood that the man had flowing in his body, couldn't deny the fact that that man was his biological father.

"Shen Yan," she suddenly laughed at herself, "you're right, he doesn't want you at all."