I can copy the three thousand avenues

Zhuang Xiubai heard this and squinted his eyes to look at Zhou Qiao on the left. "After more than a month of careful consideration, I decided to be thicker-skinned and fight for myself."

"Don't waste your time on me anymore." Zhou Qiao just drove out of the parking lot and saw a small vendor selling candied haws on the roadside. He quickly turned the direction and parked the car on the roadside.

"Zhuang Xiubai, help me buy two strings of candied haws, the sour ones."

Zhuang Xiubai pulled off his seat belt and asked curiously when he got out of the car, "I remember you don't eat sour food."

"People's tastes change. I have always liked sour food for the past half month." Zhou Qiao chased him away without thinking, "You are so slow. Get out of the car and buy it for me! Parking is not allowed on both sides of this street. The traffic police will come to ticket you later."

Zhuang Xiubai looked slightly stunned. He got out of the car quickly and looked at Zhou Qiao deeply before walking towards the vendor selling candied haws.

As a doctor with unique sensitivity, his heart was boiling.

After buying the candied haws, when he paid the bill, it was 16 yuan. He was so excited that he added an extra zero. The boss wanted to transfer it to him, but he smiled and said, "No need to transfer it. I'm happy today. Just consider it a tip."

He returned to the car and handed the candied haws to Zhou Qiao.

Zhou Qiao took it and ate it. In less than half a minute, she ate a string of candied haws and seven big hawthorns.

She hiccuped while holding her chest, feeling very comfortable.

The car merged into the traffic flow. Zhuang Xiubai's deep eyes slowly fell on her lower abdomen, and asked tentatively, "Have you liked to eat sour food in the past half month?"

"I like it very much. I never ate such stimulating condiments before. It's only in the past two weeks-" Zhou Qiao realized something was wrong when she said that. She glanced at Zhuang Xiubai and asked timidly, "Is there something wrong with my stomach?"

"It's very likely." Zhuang Xiubai looked solemn, "Let's go to the hospital for a check-up first."

"Is this a precursor to gastric cancer?" Zhou Qiao began to be afraid, because she had never had a good breakfast since Zhao Huan left.

Lunch was almost all takeout or packed work meals. Even if the packaging boxes of those meals were of good quality, they would inevitably have some problems under high temperatures...

Zhou Qiao thought about it, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

When Zhao Huan just passed away, she lost the courage to live and tried to die. But now she has come out of that haze. For her parents, she must live well!

How could she get sick when her parents are still alive!

She was worried, stepped on the brakes and stopped the car again, looking at Zhuang Xiubai, "You drive, go to the hospital."

"You look so ugly, are you scared by me?" Zhuang Xiubai asked knowingly, got out of the car and exchanged seats with her.

She bit her lip, her voice was dim, "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm the only one of my parents, if I really have an accident-"

"Don't be afraid, I just feel a little sick in my stomach, it's not a serious disease." Zhuang Xiubai advised softly.

Zhou Qiao has only thought about life and death after the car accident. Now, she is seriously examining this issue again.

Zhao Huan is gone, but she is in her twenties, but she is ashamed. She has long looked down on love between men and women, and lives to be filial to her parents.

Zhuang Xiubai's words made her nervous, and she began to think about her abnormality in the past half month.

Not only does she love acid, she has no resistance to sour food, and she especially loves beef and mutton.

In the past, she couldn't stand the smell of mutton, let alone eating it.

Recently, she has to go to the old-fashioned mutton soup restaurant opposite the community every week to drink a big bowl.

Even with this way of eating, she has lost 7 or 8 kilograms.

Could this be a sign of stomach cancer?

She typed the words "symptoms of stomach cancer" into the engine of her mobile phone, and a lot of random things came out, which made her tremble with fear. Sometimes she thought it was possible, and sometimes she felt it was irrelevant.

Zhuang Xiubai glanced at her while driving, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh when she saw her sitting upright.

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the hospital where Zhuang Xiubai was.

Zhou Qiao was wearing a pair of 7 or 8 cm high heels. When she got off the car, she was absent-minded. Her right foot was unstable and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Zhuang Xiubai reached out and hugged her.

She held Zhuang Xiubai's hand tightly, and Zhuang Xiubai realized that her hands and feet were cold. He comforted her meaningfully, "I promise you, your stomach will be fine."

"I can't be in trouble. My parents are not yet 60 years old. If I have something, who will they rely on in the future-" Zhou Qiao choked up as she spoke.

Zhuang Xiubai saw Zhou Qiao so fragile for the first time, and he felt so distressed. He was about to enter the outpatient building and began to think about how to confront her.

Out of fear, Zhou Qiao held Zhuang Xiubai's hand tightly from the parking lot to the registration office of the outpatient building.

Zhuang Xiubai could clearly feel Zhou Qiao's body trembling.

"You look bad, wait for me in the rest area first, send your ID information to my mobile phone, and I will go to register for an expert for you." Zhuang Xiubai placed her in a rest area with few people.

She turned on her mobile phone, first released Zhuang Xiubai from the blacklist, and then sent the ID number.

The last digit was missed the first time, and it was sent correctly the second time.

Before Zhuang Xiubai went to register, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and said a few words of comfort.

At this time, Zhou Qiao covered her heart with her right hand, her mind was blank, waiting for the judgment of fate.

She had once wanted to die after hearing that Zhao Huan had died in a car accident, and she was not afraid to sit on the windowsill of the ward on the tenth floor.

Now, let alone death, she was so scared that she could not control herself just thinking that she might have a serious illness.

In just four or five minutes, Zhuang Xiubai came back with a medical card and asked her to go to the third floor for examination.

To her surprise, the nurse first took her blood and then asked her to go to the color Doppler ultrasound room.

She looked at Zhuang Xiubai beside her inquiringly, "We should do an X-ray or CT scan. What can we see from the color Doppler ultrasound?"

"Yes." Zhuang Xiubai took her to the color Doppler ultrasound room at the staircase meaningfully, "If I say yes, then yes."

The doctor doing the color Doppler ultrasound was a fat middle-aged female doctor, and the one who was responsible for entering the data into the computer was a young girl who had just joined the company. When she saw Zhuang Xiubai, she smiled and said hello.

The middle-aged female doctor liked gossip. She swiped Zhou Qiao's medical card and saw the items that needed to be tested. She immediately joked with a smile: "We all thought that Dr. Zhuang was a golden bachelor, but we didn't expect his girlfriend to be so beautiful!"

"You misunderstood. Dr. Zhuang and I are just ordinary friends." Zhou Qiao hurriedly explained and gave Zhuang Xiubai a "get out" look.

Zhuang Xiubai reached out to take her coat and handbag, turned his back to her, and said in a deep voice: "I really want to know the result. You can rest assured that I will not turn around before the examination is over."

The middle-aged female doctor became more and more curious about their relationship, and asked Zhou Qiao to lift the hem of her shirt and pull down her trousers.

Zhou Qiao was not calm anymore, and clenched her hands, "Doctor, are you mistaken? I want to check the stomach——"