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Chapter 1347 End of Life
What is the definition of happiness in life?
Different times and different families have different requirements. For example, Han Yishi and her son, she just hopes that they can have a small but warm enough house, with daily food and clothing, and that their children can go to school like other families.

Just these not too high requirements, she will feel happy.

Strictly speaking, fate treated the mother and son well. She received an offer from the production company the afternoon after the interview. However, fate set too many hurdles in their future.

Han Yishi has passed all the hurdles in the past.

It's a pity that this time, she might not be able to make it through.

"Sorry. The result of the examination is like this. At present, our suggestion is that we hope that you can be admitted to the hospital for treatment. If this is the case, there is still hope for your life..."

"Wait a minute, doctor."

Han Yishi, who was sitting at the desk, raised her hand uncharacteristically to interrupt the doctor. She took a deep breath, looked straight at him with reddish eyes, and asked him softly, "If I If I am admitted to the hospital, is there hope for my illness to be cured?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly, "Although it's a pity, I have to say that this is impossible."

"Then, besides the result of death, can hospitalization bring me other results?" Han Yishi's tone was still calm.

The doctor opened his mouth awkwardly, and finally lowered his head and sighed.

He has met many patients like Han Yishi in the past.

Some of them still want to desperately survive, even if they can live for a moment longer, and some people, like Han Yishi, have already looked down on life and death. For them, how to live the next short life is more important. Important matter.

They don't want to see the empty ceiling of the hospital at the last moment before they die.

Life is coming to an end, they have to finish the unfinished things as soon as possible, otherwise, they have no chance to regret it.

After coming out of the hospital, Han Yishi looked at the crowd coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, without looking up at the warm sun above her head, she went directly to the phone booth, put coins and dialed a number.

"Well, it's me... I'm sorry, Director, I shouldn't have left during the final stage of the work, but I want to ask you for a leave of absence. I plan to go back to my hometown, Jeonju."

"Reason? Oh, reason... because, I'm dying."

When these words came out of her mouth softly, Han Yishi could feel the silence on the other end of the phone.

She smiled relaxedly, took the microphone and continued: "I'm not kidding. My heart, my heart seems to be unable to support my body. Strictly speaking, it's the end of a serious life. After all, I was born In this way, even such a heart is something that belongs to me."

A deep voice came from the other end: "Go. But I want you to come back to sell the vacation yourself. Otherwise, I won't transfer the last part of the remuneration to your account."

The woman standing in the phone booth paused.

Soon Han Yishi lowered her head and said with a smile, "Don't be like this, it's okay, huh? This... is the last thing I leave for our Xiaoyu."

The other end of the phone fell silent again.

After a few seconds, she heard Director Li on the other end of the phone asking her in a low voice: "Does the child know about this now?"

"I don't know." Han Yishi shook his head, "I haven't said it yet, I don't know how to say it, and I don't know if it is necessary to say it."

"He is your child."

"I know that better than anyone."

"So... do you want him to accept his mother's departure without knowing anything?"

All of a sudden, Han Yishi was also speechless.

"I've approved your leave, but come back for treatment as soon as you're done. The hospital in Seoul will still be much better than other places. You don't have to worry about the script, you've already done a lot before."

After saying another sentence in a deep voice, before Han Yishi could say a few more words, Director Li on the other end of the phone hung up the phone in a hurry, as if this way, the stubborn young mother would follow his advice .

Han Yishi hung up the microphone, still holding onto the microphone.

After standing silently for a while, she sniffed indistinctly, put in the coin again as if nothing had happened, and continued to dial the number.

Today, she doesn't even have the right to waste a minute or a second. For her, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second is the end of the world, and she has to deal with all the affairs of her life in advance.

After making a few more phone calls, the news probably spread among acquaintances, and the BP machine on her waist also rang.

But she didn't look at it. After roughly dealing with the first thing to do, she checked the time on the watch and took out the mirror and lipstick from her bag.

She covered the bruises on her lips with lipstick, and stroked her slightly messy hair back in front of the mirror, her eyes suddenly touched her bloodless fingers, she lowered her head again, and took out a bottle of nails that were scarcely left oil, and carefully repainted the nails.

In fact, she had already painted it before going out today.

However, at this moment, she just wanted to paint it again.

She was afraid that she was missing something.

It wasn't until she was ready that she sorted out her facial expressions, with a natural smile on her face, pulled the satchel on her body, and prepared to go home.

One afternoon in 1993, the sun was just right, and she walked out of the hospital after dressing up and mixed into the bustling streets. This was probably the last glorious moment of her life.

……

"Mom, is Quanzhou fun?"

Sitting on the long-distance bus, the little boy leaned out the window and looked at the wild scenery for a while, then couldn't help but look back at his mother.

The reason why he asks this question is because he often hears people say that all places in South Korea except Seoul are considered rural areas. In his current understanding, the so-called rural areas should represent boring and backwardness.

Then came another question.

"Why are we going back to Jeonju?"

Han Yishi, who was leaning on the seat of the bus, turned his head to look at his son's bright black eyes, resisted the slight dizziness from his head, straightened up, and said with a smile: "My mother also I don’t know what’s going on in Jeonju, so my mom doesn’t know if Jeonju is fun, but Jeonju is my mom’s hometown, so it’s also your hometown. Do people need any reason to go back to their hometown?”

Hearing what my mother said, the little boy nodded thoughtfully.

"Then where are we going back to Quanzhou this time? Don't we have no relatives at home?" Immediately afterwards, he asked another question.

"I'll take you to meet someone."

"who?"

"A person who might help me take care of you in the future."

(End of this chapter)