Refusing to marry the rich family

Liver cancer... Advanced?

Huo Qingge was stiff on the ground, with these four words hovering in his mind.

Jingxia has cancer?!

He is only five years older than himself!

"How could this happen?" She looked at him with red eyes.

He kept it a secret for fear that his heart would be dug away.

Reaching out and brushing the tears on her cheek, he said painfully, "it's just birth, old age and death. It's no big deal. Don't cry."

"I didn't cry." Huo Qingge stretched out his hand and opened his hand. His voice suddenly choked, "asshole, why did you hide it from me? Why!"

"I don't want you to worry about it. It's just a liver. It's a big deal. Just take it off."

"Is it so easy for you to be a liver transplant? Don't mention the terrible complications, just say whether the liver can fit or not, and whether you will produce a series of subsequent antibody reactions is unknown, and you still have to remove it. Another reminder is that in the advanced stage, cancer cells will spread to the whole body at any time." Nine doors interrupted.

"Can't you say less?" Old Zhang stared at him and complained, "is it time for you to show off your medical skills?! shut up!"

"Hey, you old boy, dare to bully me. Don't think you can yell at me when you are 20 years older than me? My medical skills are much better than you!" Nine doors stared.

Two people you a word, I a mouth, on the spot pinch up.

Huo Qingge is indulging in this important news at the moment and has no time to take care of them. She is full of the news that Jing Xia is about to die.

She tasted it for the first time. He knew what he felt when he was ill.

Sure enough, the five flavors are mixed.

She opened her hand and held him firmly, unwilling to relax.

"Sorry, I should have found it earlier."

Jingxia felt soft and raised her hand to hug her. "It's not your fault. I didn't take good care of myself. I thought we wouldn't have a future. At that time, I thought too much of you and became addicted to drinking. I didn't expect to eat the consequences in the end."

During this year, he thought about giving up waiting for many times. Every time he wanted to give up, he would get drunk, so that her face would appear in his mind.

Will remind him that she is still in his heart.

As long as he can see her again by relying on the power of alcohol, how can he quit drinking?

Huo Qingge listened to his words with a knife in his heart and couldn't breathe.

Because of a misunderstanding, she pushed him so far. As long as they take a wrong step, they will be separated forever.

……

Huo Qingge has been depressed since she learned that Jingxia has cancer. She can't sleep peacefully almost every night. Every time Jingxia falls asleep, she gets up and sits in the living room.

Old Zhang was shocked when he caught her in a daze in the living room several times. Over time, he was not only used to it, but also worried a little more.

That day, people sat around and had breakfast.

Huo Qingge looked at the food with a dull face, didn't talk or eat, and just looked at the dish in front of him.

"Eat more meat." Jingxia brought her vegetables. She just took a mechanical bite, and her eyes were very empty.

Jiumen put down the bowl and said, "I've cured her. It's time to leave. You continue to eat. Don't send me."

He got up quickly and just wanted to escape from this depressed place.

"Wait a minute!" Old Zhang stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Nine doors looked at him impatiently, "I can tell you that I have made a written note before and only saved the woman. Whether the man is dead or alive has nothing to do with me!"

Old Zhang was embarrassed when he heard the speech.

In his early days, he also wanted to beg Jiumen to treat Jing Xia, but he was rejected by the other party several times, so he ran aground.

"I didn't mean that." He frowned.

Jiumen stood still and looked at him strangely, "what do you want to say?"

"Don't you think Miss Huo is a little strange these days?"

"Strange?" Nine door glanced at Huo Qingge, who was still eating, "no, isn't this quite normal? You can eat and sleep."

"Is it possible that a normal person is in a daze 24 hours a day? Moreover, she talks less and less recently. She sits in the living room every night without turning on the light. She looks worried."

"Her husband is dying. Anyone should be worried? Just depressed. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

"I'm not making a mountain out of a molehill. I doubt that Huo has depression!" Old Zhang grabbed Jiumen's hand and refused to let him go.

"Depression?" Nine door frowned and said impatiently, "I'm a doctor, not a psychologist. Spread your hand! Otherwise I'll bite you!"

"You can't just leave. If Huo really has depression, you won't cure her! You have to take down the name of a miracle doctor!"

"You, you, don't talk nonsense! She got sick after my treatment!" Jiumen stammer road.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, but it was too late to talk back. Old Zhang immediately seized the loophole and said, "look, you also said that the disease was contracted after you treated it, and you said it had nothing to do with you?"

"No! You must cure Miss Huo's illness before you can go!"

"With, with what! What does her depression have to do with me!" Jiumen was in a hurry. On the one hand, he felt that he had been cheated. On the other hand, it was also the most important aspect.

He can't see mental illness at all!

For other diseases and disasters, he has the treatment plan at his fingertips. He has never touched this depression. It is basically something in two fields!

"If you leave today, I'll announce it immediately. You don't want any reputation in the industry!"

"You threaten me?!" Nine doors stared at old Zhang.

"I'm not only threatening you, I'm also threatening you! You must stay today and cure my Huo girl's disease!"

"You!" Jiumen clenched his teeth and glanced at Huo Qingge on the dinner table. He encouraged him: "I can cure it, but I'm not sure I can cure it."

"Aren't you called a miracle doctor? Can't you cure every disease?" Zhang asked.

Word by word, nine doors are also very innocent.

"When I first studied medicine, I didn't hear who would specialize in the treatment of depression..."

"You can't cure it. I have a way."

Jiumen's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Well? What can I do?"

ten minutes later.

Acupuncture and Moxibustion Room.

Jiumen stood by the bed, his mouth twitching.

"Is that what you said?" He pointed to Jing Xia lying in bed and looked at Lao Dao Zhang.

"Yes." Old Zhang nodded with a smile: "since Miss Huo is depressed because of Jing's illness, won't all these problems be solved as long as you cure him?"