Chizi walked into the waiting room slowly, and quietly sat down on the sparse seats.

Not long after, a young woman came over and said, "Miss Chizi?"

Chizi nodded: "That's right! Excuse me......."

The woman interrupted her seriously: "The director is here."

Chizi was surprised: "Hey! Director? Didn't the diagnosis and treatment result come out?"

The woman nodded: "The result is out, but your diagnosis certificate is in the hands of the director, please come with me."

After speaking, she made a request, and walked quickly towards the small door beside her.

Chizi frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably uneasy in her heart, paused, and she followed quickly.

There was no one in the lounge, and as soon as Chizi entered the room, an old man with gray hair stood up with a bitter face and said, "You are Chizi Yu Chengxun, right?"

Chizi nodded: "Yes, what is the result of my diagnosis and treatment?"

The old man glanced at the empty lounge, pinched the center of his brows and stammered, "That...that me...."

Chizi's heart trembled, and he panicked: "Why, could it be that the result of the diagnosis and treatment is very serious?"

Hearing this, the old man seemed to have found the direction to speak. He nodded slowly, and said with a serious face: "It's not serious, it's very serious. Leukemia, you know? It's blood cancer, usually a hereditary disease. The level of medical treatment......."

Halfway through speaking, the old man looked sad, sighed softly, and shook his head.

Hearing these words, Chizi was in a trance and fell backwards abruptly.

Fortunately, because of the seat, she sat on the chair with a bang.

The physical pain could no longer attract her attention. At this moment, she was completely stunned by the old man's words, and she fell into a daze with a pale face.

Unbearable flashed in the eyes of the old man. He originally planned to say a few words of consolation, but when the words came to his lips, he seemed to have thought of something. He sighed and turned his head away from looking at Chizi.

After being silent for a long time, Chizi raised his head abruptly, and said with a trace of anticipation: "My diagnosis and treatment results...... You haven't said my diagnosis and treatment results yet? I... …I must be overworked, so……so….”

Before he finished speaking, Chizi's eyes turned red, and he buried his head on the chair with a woo and cried.

The old man squeezed his fists and said angrily: "It's just leukemia. Although it can't be cured by current medical methods, it's not impossible to resist. As long as you keep your mind, rest seriously, and don't overdraw your body, you can still treat it like a normal person." You don't have to worry too much about life."

Seriously rest!Chizi felt a pain in his heart, and the sobs became louder.

How to support the family if you don't work hard, how to cure Qingzi if you don't work hard, she understands all the words of the doctor, and the little knowledge about disease prevention, but so what, life is forced, does she have a choice?

Chizi was full of grief and anger, sat up suddenly from the chair, pushed open the door, covered his face and ran towards the house.

Seeing this, the old man sighed, took out his mobile phone with a dark face, and started making calls.

After leaving the hospital, Chizi wandered through the street in a daze, turning a blind eye to the passing vehicles.

Terminally ill!It is still a terminal illness that costs a lot of money.

She is just an ordinary student, except for her good looks, she has nothing worthy of God's envy. Why would God be so unfair to let her, who is already miserable and helpless, suffer from this incurable disease? .

- drop drop

The sound of the long car sounded, accompanied by bursts of shouting and cursing from behind, Chizi didn't care, just buried his head in tears and ran away.

In all her life, except for the word "miserable", she was still miserable.

When I was young, my family was poor, and my parents had just moved to the city, so I had nothing. The house was a sojourn, and I had enough food to eat. I couldn’t even go to school because my family had no money and couldn’t pay miscellaneous fees. I had to walk by myself and borrow books from my classmates. At a young age, he suffered all kinds of supercilious looks.

Finally, my parents worked hard and managed to get a house close to the school when I was in junior high school. Unexpectedly, a disaster happened. When I was out at sea, the wind was strong and the waves were rough. .

I thought this was the greatest sorrow in the world, but unexpectedly, just after the sorrow of the death of my parents, another disaster fell from the sky.

Her younger sister, who was dependent on her for life, suddenly fell ill with a strange disease, and she had to eat, drink, and scatter without being told, and needed a large amount of medical expenses.

This made the already poor family worse, and even the frost turned into ice, which was so cold that it almost froze to death.

After experiencing this incident on the first day of junior high school, Chizi, who couldn't think about it for a while, almost pulled his sister and jumped off the ferry at the port that night, and the family reunited.

With the persuasion of the doctor and the counseling of friends, Chizi managed to pull himself together with the help of inside and outside, and planned to study hard and work hard to heal his younger sister. Greatest consolation for dead parents.

But God is too insignificant, she just sold her dignity and saved a small sum of money for treating her younger sister, not much, just to let her see a little hope.

However, the hope hadn't evaporated, and the bad news that flew again smashed it to pieces.

The whistling wind whistled, looking at the skyscrapers and the cars speeding past in front of him, Chizi was extremely desperate.

What else?Not a single wish can be fulfilled, there is no hope, relatives treat them as if they don’t exist at all, and some friends at school can’t help at all. Now besides dying, is there any other way?Chizi asked himself, the trace of death that had been silent came back to his mind again.

Suffering from this incurable disease, not to mention what will happen to her, mainly Qingzi, who only sees a little bit of light, and will be silent indefinitely.

She wished that someone could drive straight up in anger and smash her into pieces, and that would be the end of it all.

That way, he might be able to get a large amount of compensation to treat Qingzi's illness.

But no, no one can help them, even death is the same.

Thinking of Qingzi's sickness in bed, unable to play windmills or carousel anymore, Chizi's heart ached, and his eyes became more mournful.

Thinking back to those days when my parents were still there, although I was poor, and even though I had to be looked down upon by some relatives from time to time, at any rate, I was happy and happy at that time, and I could see a smile on my face every day.

But now...... Chizi stroked his hair, glanced at the sea surrounded by tall buildings and ports, thinking about what kind of shelter he and his sister should find Qingzi doesn't like to be noisy, and his parents like flowers and plants, so it must be quiet and elegant.

But before that, there must be many places in Qingzi's heart that he wants to see, right?

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