When Gong Xiangyi was in a daze, Gong Lixin had already listened to the doctor's explanation of Gong's father's condition, and his body, which had been invulnerable to cold and heat since practicing martial arts, suddenly felt a burst of coldness, which went straight into his bones.
In his last life, he had always imagined that if he had a father, would he teach him calligraphy and martial arts hand in hand, would he care about his health, would he teach him when he made a mistake, and he would be kind and persuasive instead of being like Xiao Lin? In that way, he was hit and tortured in every way. In this life, Father Gong fulfilled these beautiful wishes one by one, making him truly know how precious, how warm, and how heavy a father's love is. However, this fatherly love, which was so hard to steal, was about to be taken away by illness in less than two years. An emotion called grief occupied his brain, making him want to cry suddenly.
As soon as his eyes were flushed, Gong Lixin immediately raised his head, forcing back the tears that were about to come out of his eyes. He can't cry, can't have the slightest weakness and timidity, and can't panic, despair and hesitate, so that his father is aware of the truth.
After he regained his composure, he returned to his usual calmness, as if the fragility at that moment just now was just an illusion. Looking at the frowning military doctor, he asked in a deep voice, "How should stomach cancer be treated? Just ask for the medicines and equipment you need, and I'll go to the city to find them immediately."
The military doctor hesitated for a moment, and said in embarrassment, "To treat gastric cancer, you first need some inspection equipment. The infirmary has a gastroscope, but the gastroscope can only diagnose the chief's condition. To locate the exact location of the cancer cells and whether they have spread, I also need barium gas." Double contrast radiography and CT machine. The inspection equipment is complete, the lesion has been confirmed, and a full set of surgical tools is needed, such as an operating bed, shadowless lamp, ventilator, and monitor... "
Gong Lixin nodded frequently and carefully wrote down the name of the equipment.
At this time, Gong Xiangyi finally came back to her senses, and thankfully said, "I have all these equipments, so I don't need to look for them." She had prepared corresponding medical equipments for Father Gong's condition before the end of the world, just to prevent the accident at this moment. arrival.
The military doctor was stunned, but he didn't ask any more questions. The worry on his face continued unabated, and he said slowly, "Having the equipment only solves a small part of the problem. It is even more difficult to find a professional doctor who performs surgery. I am an internal medicine doctor." , I have never been on the operating table, and you handed over the chief to me, and I am helpless. Resection of gastric cancer is a major operation, and the doctor can't just find one, but a team, including a chief surgeon, an instrument technician, and an anesthetist One, and two assistants. Now that the world is in chaos and talents are dying, I'm afraid..." He paused, unable to bear to say the words that made the siblings despair.
Gong Xiangyi staggered and almost couldn't stand still. Gong Lixin frowned, and said firmly, "If it's hard to find, you have to find it. First, look for it on Long Snake Island. It's not there on Long Snake Island. I'll go to another base to check."
"That's all we can do now." The military doctor nodded and sighed.
Having said that, the three of them were relatively silent, and a sad and gloomy atmosphere enveloped them. When Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran rushed over, they immediately smelled the sadness in the air, and their breath was suffocated.
"What's wrong with Uncle Gong?" Song Haoran's voice was difficult.
Lin Wenbo seemed to feel something, his face sank like water.
Before the military doctor could speak, Gong Xiangyi threw away all her pride and reserve, and threw herself into Lin Wenbo's arms, weeping. The cry was very soft and soft, but it revealed endless despair and sadness. In the last life, it was Lin Wenbo's affectionate comfort that made her overcome difficulties again and again. In this life, she couldn't help but want to plunge into the warm and broad chest that once belonged to her alone, looking for a little comfort.
"Wenbo, Dad is sick, it's stomach cancer." She grabbed Lin Wenbo's skirt tightly, her tears seeping through the fabric, staining Lin Wenbo's chest, bringing a moist coolness.
If it was the past, this coolness with endless sorrow would have made Lin Wenbo feel like a knife was twisting in his heart, causing him unbearable pain. However, as time passed, he looked down at Gong Xiangyi's delicate face with pear blossoms and rain, and felt numb in his heart, unable to arouse the slightest ripple.
He didn't push Gong Xiangyi away, but he didn't hug her with his arms either. His body was stiff, his hands were down, his face was serious, he looked at the military doctor, and asked in a deep voice, "Is Uncle Gong's illness early or late? Is there any?" Treated?"
"The early and late stage can only be determined after the operation, but with the current medical level, it is very difficult to cure, you have to be mentally prepared." Enduring and enduring, the military doctor decided to vaccinate a few people first. The end of the world, if you have cancer, there is no other way but to wait for death, unless Daluo Jinxian is alive.
Gong Lixin, who had been silent all this time, closed his eyes and suppressed the dizziness in his head. Song Haoran immediately noticed his strangeness, gently hugged him into his arms, and followed his back one by one.
The team members who came later crowded in the corridor, afraid to go forward. This situation seems to be a big deal.
"Li Xin, Xiangyi, Yuanhang woke up and wants to see you." Mr. Lin walked out of the ward, beckoned the two of them over, then reached out his hand to stop Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran who wanted to enter the room to visit, and shook them slightly Shake your head. How could Yuanhang not know his physical condition? I'm afraid it's time to confess my last words. I thought I would walk in front of him, but I didn't expect... Mr. Lin hunched over and aged a lot in an instant.
Before pushing open the door, the siblings, who had already parted ways, formed a tacit understanding for the first time, showing the most natural and pleasant smiles, walked to Father Gong's bed, and sat down one on the left and the other on the right.
"Father, are you feeling better?" Gong Lixin asked softly as he stroked Father Gong's temples that were covered with silver hairs unknowingly.
"It's better." Gong's father smiled and took his light white hand, held it in the palm and patted it.
Gong Xiangyi couldn't intervene in the affectionate interaction between father and son, her pupils dimmed for a moment, revealing a hint of sadness, and then quickly restrained herself.
Noticing her unnatural expression, Father Gong sighed and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with me?"
"Stomach disease, it's not very serious. The doctor said that as long as you take care of it, it will get better." Seeing Gong Lixin's pink lips opening and closing, and holding back for a long time without uttering a lie, Gong Xiangyi hurriedly rescued the scene.
"Stomach problem?" Gong's father smiled wryly and waved his hands, "Don't lie to me, it's impossible for a stomach problem to vomit blood, is it stomach cancer?" After he finished speaking, he saw the sudden change in the expression of his children, and he felt confident.
"Father, you already knew about your physical condition, why did you hide it from us?" Gong Xiangyi's tears burst out of her eyes, and she asked Gong's father's hand.
"What's the use of telling you? It's the end of the world. I can't even take medicine for a cold. How can I treat my cancer? If you know it, it's just a waste of worry. Why don't I endure it myself." Father Gong stroked his daughter's hair lovingly. Ding, heaved a long sigh, turned his head to look at his frowning, pale son, and said earnestly, "Li Xin, Dad can't stay with you for a long time, I have a request, I don't know if I should say it or not."
"Father, tell me, I will grant you as many wishes as you want." Gong Lixin pursed his lips, and his clear eyes were filled with mist.
"Be good!" Father Gong smiled, patted his son on the shoulder, and told him solemnly, "My wish is not difficult. I just hope that after I leave, you can take care of your sister instead of me. Although she did something sorry for you before, but She will be your only relative from now on. One of you has the ability of space and foresight, and the other is a multi-line power user. If you work together, you will be able to survive in the last days, so I can rest assured when I leave."
Gong Lixin glanced at Gong Xiangyi, who was stunned, nodded slightly, and said sincerely, "Father, I promise you. I can't do it together with Gong Xiangyi, and I don't believe her, but I can guarantee that as long as I live, I will definitely not Let her die. Also, I will definitely find someone to treat your illness, sleep when you should, eat when you should, and don't think about it. "
"Okay, okay..." Father Gong repeated the word 'okay' several times in a hoarse voice, showing that he was completely relieved. He knows his son's temperament best. He always says what he says and does what he says, and he will never deceive him.
Gong Xiangyi covered her face and cried bitterly. Big drops of tears overflowed from between her slender fingers and fell on the snow-white bed sheet. She knew that without her father, Gong Lixin would definitely protect her from death, but that was all. From then on, no one cared about her emotions, no one comforted her sorrow and loneliness, and she finally became a real loner, living alone in the world, struggling to survive. Thinking of Gong Lixin's difficult situation after her father left in her previous life, the hatred in her heart suddenly dissipated a lot. It turned out that all the tragedies stemmed from her indifference and negligence, and she could not blame others.
"Don't cry, dad's stomach hurts from crying." Father Gong sighed, patted the top of his daughter's head, and joked.
Gong Xiangyi stopped crying immediately, her voice was very hoarse, "Father, I was wrong before. I will get along well with my brother in the future and support each other. Don't worry."
"Good boy, good boy!" Father Gong smiled reassuringly, raised his hand and said, "Go out and call Wenbo and Haoran in. I have something to say to them."
The siblings nodded and went out to call in Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran who were waiting anxiously.
Standing in the crowded corridor, Gong Lixin felt chest tightness and could hardly breathe. He pushed aside the crowd, stood on the empty playground outside the prison building, looked up at the sky gradually engulfed by the night, showing a bewildered expression. For the first time in two lives, he felt so powerless.
Dou Heng, who came back from a day's work in the seaside salt field, saw the young man's reddish eye sockets and rare fragile expression from a distance, and a trace of worry overflowed from the deep pupils. He stopped, hesitating whether to step forward to comfort him. When he finally made up his mind, ignored the vicious whip whipped by the guards, and took a step in the direction where the boy was standing, a woman ran out of the building, grabbed the boy and whispered.
It was the boy's older sister, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked sad. Did something happen? Dou Heng was heartbroken, stared blankly for a while, and finally took a few steps back, standing back among a group of ragged slaves. What qualifications does he have to ask? Ask clearly, what ability does he have to help the boy? Thinking of this, Dou Heng felt an unprecedented sense of unwillingness.