"Beauty, are you stupid to stay in the hospital?" Seeing that Mo Jiu hadn't spoken, the woman stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her.

You are stupid, your whole family is stupid!

Mo Jiu slandered secretly, but then pointed to his shoes: "No, only flat shoes."

"Borrow it." The woman put on Mo Jiu's shoes naturally, turned around and walked out, stopped suddenly, turned around and came to Mo Jiu's side, looked up and down at Mo Jiu, who was wearing a striped hospital gown and was in a depressed mood, and sighed Tone: "It's really pitiful, you have advanced cancer at a young age, little sister, don't be pessimistic, life is short, why bother to make things difficult for yourself?! Seeing your immature appearance, you probably haven't enjoyed life yet. My mother is in a good mood today. , take you out for a stroll?"

Advanced cancer? !

Mo Jiu was startled, and she didn't listen to a single word the woman said later. Mo Jiu grabbed the woman's wrist: "What do you mean, terminal cancer?"

"Ah, you don't know?" The woman looked at Mo Jiu again, sighed, and patted her on the shoulder: "At first glance, they are flowers protected in the greenhouse. The people living on this floor are all Patients with terminal cancer, but don’t be sad, beautiful woman, unfortunately, my wife was shot, terminal cancer, and one month to live! So, hurry up and enjoy the life you haven’t enjoyed before!”

The woman looked at Mo Jiu up and down, and seeing that the other party seemed to have not recovered from the shock, she shook her head, took out the pen and paper beside her, wrote down something and threw it into Mo Jiu's hand, and waved her: "Beauty, It is fate to meet each other, contact me when you have time!"

After the words fell, the woman rushed out in a hurry.

Until the room became quiet again, Mo Jiu still felt that he was in a dream.

Advanced cancer?

Advanced cancer!

She wanted to cry a little bit, but also a little bit want to laugh, even God thought her Mo Jiu was superfluous, so she wanted to take it back?

outside the ward.

Jiang Li, dressed in business attire, followed a doctor in a white coat gently, and listened to the doctor's words: "...high fever is not only caused by low immunity, but also may be caused by depression. Miss Mo's heart is depressed. You have to take care of yourself afterward.”

Jiang Li smiled softly: "Well, please trouble Dr. Li."

Dr. Li smiled charitably: "No trouble, it's just that there was a serious shortage of wards yesterday, and Ms. Mo was wronged by letting Ms. Mo live on this floor temporarily. Should I transfer to the advanced ward now, or go home?"

Jiang Li's eyes flickered a few times, and suddenly thought of Long Qingtian's appearance in Mo Jiu's ward, she smiled slightly: "Let's go home."

"it is good."

……

Mo Jiu stayed alone for an hour, holding the mobile phone in her hand, running through the people she knew in her brain, and then tragically found that she was about to pass away, but she didn't even have a friend to say goodbye to.

Frustrated, he dropped the phone, his small face wrinkled into a flower. Mo Jiu sighed, picked up the phone again, flipped through the address book from beginning to end, and finally fixed his eyes on the word "Long Zha Zha".

After a moment of hesitation, he dialed the phone.

But when he dialed out, he thought of the man walking out of the ward without any hesitation or nostalgia, so he curled his mouth and hung up.

She had her own face and pride for a long time. She was thrown outside back then, and her life was almost unbearable. Even if she didn't know Lao Mo's phone number, she didn't call the police because of that little face.

Don't you want me?Then I don't care about you either.

While thinking childishly, the phone rang suddenly.

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