Shang Shiyu was in extreme pain. She knew she was being unreasonable and that life was never controlled by anyone, but she was so afraid, so afraid that he would leave her.
She choked and put her arms around his neck again. He got angry and tried to pull her hands off again, but she immediately surrendered and begged, "Don't be angry with me, I was wrong... I will never say such things to make you angry again."
Tang Wei paused.
She touched his cheek, "Don't be so stern, okay? I promise I will never talk nonsense again, and I will never be so willful again."
How could Tang Wei bear to be really angry with her? Moreover, she was so humble to please him, which made him unable to vent any anger. He pulled her hand and hugged her tightly, patting her back gently with his big palm. His expression had completely relaxed, "Shang Shang, you have to be good and do well, so that I can feel at ease."
Otherwise, if he really dies one day, he will not be able to rest in peace.
He didn't dare to continue saying this.
Shang Shiyu no longer dared to say what she had just said. She tried her best to hold back her tears and hugged him tightly.
But no one can tell what the future will be like.
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For Tang Weilai, chemotherapy once a week is an unbearable torture.
However, because Shang Shiyu was around, he felt that these days were much better than before.
During the Spring Festival, Shang Shiyu did not go back, but stayed by Tang Wei's bed. Fortunately, the Spring Festival at Tang's house was very lively, and she was also very happy here.
only…
This good situation did not last long, and Tang Wei's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse.
He lost a lot of weight and began to fall into a coma for a long time. He had repeated fevers and it was difficult for him to wake up. The side effects of chemotherapy were too severe and had to be stopped halfway. As a result, the treatment reached a bottleneck and the doctors had no idea where to start.
Shang Shiyu still stayed with him in the ward, even if he didn't wake up, she wouldn't leave. He woke up occasionally, opened his dry and pale lips, and wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't say a few words and fell into a coma again.
Every day, Shang Shiyu would collect the hair that fell on his pillow before he woke up. Everyone thought she would not be able to bear such torture, but during this period, she did not shed a single tear and insisted on accompanying him with faith.
In the hospital, all the doctors looked more and more solemn.
Tang Song used to be in the mood to joke with Shang Shiyu to liven up the atmosphere in the ward, but recently he has become increasingly depressed and less talkative.
Shang Shiyu never asked anyone about Tang Wei's condition, because she was afraid that the result would destroy the faith she had worked so hard to build. She hoped that everything would get better one day.
Isn't there a bone marrow transplant? After the bone marrow transplant, he will be as healthy as before, wake up, talk to her, marry her, and then they will go on forever.
She lived in a world of lies she had created for herself, comforting herself and holding on to a glimmer of hope.
Until this day...
Shang Shiyu had just finished a call with his mother at the stairwell outside, opened the heavy security door, and was about to return to the ward when he heard the words of the two nurses.
"What did you discuss in the meeting? How is the Fourth Master's condition?"
"Well, Professor Wang said that now we can only hope that the Fourth Master can hold on a little longer and wait until the bone marrow transplant."
"But if chemotherapy doesn't work well, we won't be able to do a transplant."
"So..." the head nurse sighed, "Now I'm worried that the Fourth Master won't be able to survive the chemotherapy."
Shang Shiyu's hands, which were resting on the door, were shaking violently.
I can't survive chemotherapy...
What means
She took several deep breaths, and finally pushed the door open with an unknown amount of effort. The two nurses were surprised to see her, and they looked at each other in panic and greeted her quickly, "Miss Shang."
"What you just said... is it true?" Shang Shiyu held the door open to prevent himself from falling down. All he could see was a pitch-black darkness.
The nurse looked at me, I looked at you, and I didn't know how to continue. During this period, everyone saw how much Shang Shiyu had paid, and they all knew how deep her relationship with the Fourth Master was. If the Fourth Master really passed away, it would be a devastating blow to her.
"Sister-in-law." Tang Song came out of the meeting room and saw her red eyes, his eyes became much more serious.
Shang Shiyu's eyes flickered when he saw Tang Song. Tang Song's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he just said in a deep voice: "I'll go out with you, so you don't have to stay in the hospital all day."
Shang Shiyu didn't ask about the illness in the end. She just said quietly, "I want to go back to my place and visit Tang Wei by the way."
"Okay. I'll go with you."
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Tang Song drove Shang Shiyu back to the neighborhood where she lived before. She looked heavy all the time, with her hands pressed on her legs, clenched tightly, her fingers almost pinching her palms to bleed, and she never let go for a moment.
Tang Song really wanted to say something to comfort her, or to liven up the heavy atmosphere, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Fourth brother's condition was so bad now that he was not in a good mood. Besides, many things had to be faced sooner or later. In front of the fragile life, all the comfort was pale and powerless.
Shang Shiyu didn't say a word. When he arrived downstairs of the community, he went upstairs alone and took out his household registration book.
Then, the two of them went around to Tang Wei's villa and entered the password.
"Do you know where his household registration book is usually kept?" Shang Shiyu asked Tang Song.
Tang Song was unsure, "Maybe it's in the drawer over there, look for it."
Shang Shiyu was in the study, looking through the drawers one by one. In the drawers, he did not find the household registration book, but he found photos one by one. Countless photos, all of them were of her.
In every photo, she is smiling and looks very happy.
Yes, when she was with him, she was never unhappy. Even if she got angry with him occasionally, it was just the spice of sweetness.
Shang Shiyu looked at the pictures one by one, with mist covering her eyes. This is what Grandpa said, that he has many pictures of her at home. When she came here before, she didn't look through his things, so she didn't notice it.
If possible, she wishes time could go back.
"Sister-in-law, when is your birthday?" Tang Song suddenly turned around and asked her.
Shang Shiyu sniffed, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and reported the numbers as calmly as possible.
"It's open!" Tang Song pointed at the safe. "The password to my brother's safe is so perfunctory. It's really your birthday."