White Lotus and White Moonlight

In the early morning, the golden sunlight passed through the glass window and fell into the room, sprinkling on the delicate golden daisies beside the bed.

The daisies that seemed to have just been picked from the flower fields still carry the fragrance of the earth, and the golden petals are blooming, leading the direction of the sun, bringing a little vitality to the cold ward.

An extremely beautiful woman is lying quietly on the hospital bed.

Without makeup, the face was white like a piece of cold porcelain, and her lips were supposed to be vermilion red. Wipe off the face.

The indwelling needle is tied to an extremely slender hand. This hand has five slender fingers, and there is almost no fat on the hand. The skin is tightly attached to the bones, which outlines the appearance of blood vessels.

The liquid dripped drop by drop from the long duct, slowly flowing into her cyan blood vessels.

Her breathing was extremely weak, and it was almost difficult to see the ups and downs of her chest. Fortunately, the monitor was still beeping regularly, one after another, the broken lines appeared on the display, otherwise Shen Yunshu could not believe that the other party was still alive.

Zhao Hanhan's agent arrived at the hospital at nine o'clock in the morning.

She was in her hometown after the holiday, and drove the night train all night before rushing back. At this time, she was tired, with deep dark circles under her eyes. When she arrived in the ward, she was about to push the door directly, but she was caught outside the ward. 'S little assistant directly stopped.

The little assistant had red eyes, apparently crying, she grabbed the agent's wrist, and under her unknown gaze, rushed forward and hugged her.

"Why—why, why, such a good person, why does God treat her like this."

The agent was startled by her crying. The news she got only said that Zhao Hanhan had a sudden illness and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but she didn't know what the specific illness was.

At this time, the little assistant cried like this, and suddenly there was a bad premonition that rose from the agent's heart.

"What's so to her? What the **** is it? What's wrong with Hanyan?"

The agent was there, and the assistant finally found the backbone. She cried happily, and while crying, she told the agent the answer.

"It's gastric cancer, the doctor said, it's gastric cancer that Hanren got."

Stomach cancer?

These two words are like a boulder falling from the sky, smashing the agent all over the head is unconscious.

"Stomach cancer, how could it be gastric cancer? This person is fine, so how can you get stomach cancer?" After a moment of trance, she grabbed the little assistant's hand tightly and asked eagerly as if she had caught a life-saving straw. : "Is it early, right? I heard that stomach cancer is easy to treat, as long as the stomach with cancer is removed..."

The little assistant's words cruelly broke her longing, and she only heard her whisperingly: "...not in the early stage, but in the late stage. The doctor said that the cancer has spread and there is no way to save it."

"Now it can only temporarily relieve the patient's pain, there is no treatment at all, and surgery and chemotherapy are useless."

"The doctor said, if you are lucky, there are still three months..."

What else did the little assistant say behind, the agent couldn't hear it anymore.

She lay on the window, looking at the people inside.

Shen Yunshu was sitting next to Zhao Hanlian's bed, holding one of her hands, but the agent's eyes only saw Zhao Hanlian who was lying on the bed and sleeping.

She is twenty years older than Zhao Hanhan. When she signed with Zhao Hanhan, the other party was only 18 years old, but she was already 38 years old.

For her, Zhao Hanhan is not only her artist, but also her sister and daughter.

She still remembers the scene when she first saw Zhao Hanhan.

She has been an agent for 20 years, has been ineffective and very mediocre. In the past 20 years, there has not been a famous artist under her. Even if someone she has led to become popular, it is what happened after she left her.

Twenty years is enough to obliterate a person's pursuit of dreams. Just when she was about to forget that her dream was to become an ace agent and bring out the most famous superstar of an era, Zhao Hanhan appeared.

This utterly beautiful girl stood in front of her, she didn't apply her powder, but she had unmatched confidence on her face.

She raised her chin at her and said to her: "I will definitely become a superstar."

The light in those bright eyes, like sparks, suddenly fell into the agent's heart, igniting the dead grass.

She still remembers the feeling of enthusiasm at that moment.

Funny to say that she, a middle-aged woman who is almost forty years old, was actually aroused again by a young girl.

Stomach cancer, how could it be stomach cancer?

After struggling for so many years, they finally saw the dawn of realizing their dreams this year. Why did God make fun of people so much? When they gave people hope, they gave them another blow.

The old girl's proud expression and the tired expression on the bed overlapped.

The same facial features seem to be two completely different people.

The agent leaned on the door and slowly slid down. In the end, she sat directly on the ground, letting tears flow freely on her face without an image.

"How could it...how could it..."

How could things become like this?

Before the holiday, I even gave her a red envelope, telling her that the new year will definitely take the girl who took off with her. Why did she suddenly become such a weak look?

Stomach cancer...why did such a cruel thing happen to her?

She is well-behaved and kind. Even after she became famous, she never happened to be a big-name thing. She treats everyone with the same gentle and polite as before. Half of the money she earned was donated. She was never allowed to use it for publicity, why, God, why is it so unfair.

The little assistant usually has a good relationship with Zhao Hanhan. The two walked very close. Seeing the manager collapse, he couldn't help it. He squatted on his knees and started crying.

The two people outside cried depressed, but the atmosphere inside the ward was almost harmonious.

When the sun flooded the entire ward, Zhao Hanlian finally slowly opened his eyes in the golden sunlight.

She subconsciously thought of getting up, but someone held her hand, and Shen Yunshu's voice came from the top of her head, "Don't move, be careful of the needle."

Only then did she realize that she was holding a monitor while inserting an indwelling needle in her hand.

She looked over the catheter and looked at the infusion bottle hanging on the infusion stand. After seeing that there was still more than half of the liquid in the bottle, she pulled the corner of her mouth.

"..." I feel like I will lose for a long time.

"Don't move, I'll fetch you water and wash your face."

Pressing the button of the lifter, one end of the hospital bed slowly rises.

When the lifter stopped working, Shen Yunshu also walked out of the bathroom holding a blue-gray basin.

"Hey, your basin is very beautiful."

Zhao Hanlian, who has always been sensitive to hue, immediately focused on the basin.

Shen Yunshu twitched the corners of her mouth and put the basin on the table aside. The water in the basin was still steaming. She twisted out a warm veil and first touched Zhao Hanhan's hand to make her sure that the temperature was acceptable. , Just applied to her face.

Zhao Hanlian hasn't used this way of washing her face for a long time. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the strong heat coming on her face, and sighed in her heart, "It's so comfortable..."

While enjoying the service of President Shen Da, Zhao Hanhan secretly asked Jinjiang system: "Shen Yunshu should know that I have stomach cancer now, right?"

The Jinjiang system remembered the look in the eyes it saw last night, and said: "...I know.",

But at this time, President Shen was a little too calm.

It's not as if I learned that my girlfriend is about to die soon.

Zhao Hanhan's brain turned fast--

Could it be that she wanted to hide it from herself?

Thinking about it this way, she planned to test it a bit.

After washing her face, Shen Yunshu yawned while cleaning the desk, and asked casually: "Yes, what did the doctor say, when can I be discharged? I won't be hospitalized? I don't want to stay in the hospital. ..."

Shen Yunshu's hand paused, and she said, "Zhao Hanlian, are you hiding something from me?"

Eh? Shouldn't it be you trying to hide from me now?

What is going on with this feeling of asking the teacher?

"Ah... this... I didn't mean it, I thought it was just a normal stomach problem, and I would even vomit blood wherever I knew."

"Ordinary stomach disease?! Do you know how serious your condition was last night? The doctor said that you will be sent later and your life will be lost! Gastritis can progress to gastric ulcer, gastric ulcer can develop to gastric perforation, Zhao Hanlian, can you bear it? what……"

The accusation fell on Zhao Hanhan's head with a slap in the face.

Shen Yunshu's face looked very ugly, as if he was very angry about her taking care of herself.

Zhao Hanhan looked at her, his eyes suddenly sour.

Her Yun Shu... why is it so gentle.

Even trying to conceal one thing is used in such a tortuous way.

Knowing that the vomiting of blood last night was too serious, I would definitely not be able to keep her from having nothing to do, so I just preemptively attacked her and took the initiative...

Should you say that you are the president? Had it not been for the Jinjiang system, Zhao Hanhan would almost believe in Shen Yunshu's rap performance.

Seeing her red eyes, Shen Yunshu's nose also became sour, she asked in a nasal voice: "Why, I have the courage to ruin the body, don't you have the courage to let me say?"

Who knows the person with the needle still in his hand suddenly sat up, raised his hand and hugged her waist.

"Sorry, I worried you."

"I will never dare anymore."

"Just forgive me if this time is good or not, I have learned a lesson -"

Later, lesson.

These two words irritated Shen Yunshu, and he shed tears almost instantly.

Where did it come from?

Even if there is no more, what lessons are there?

She forcibly held back her tears, pushed away Zhao Hanhan's hand, pushed the person back, and said coldly: "If you know you are wrong, just stay honestly, don't move, I will pour the water."

Zhao Hanhan fell back on the bed with a smile, and didn't forget to put his fingers into the splint that was about to fall off and connected to the monitor.

Shen Yunshu quickly walked into the bathroom holding the basin.

The bright and clean screen of the TV hanging on the wall faithfully reflects the scene in the bathroom.

She bent down and poured cold water on her face fiercely. When she raised her head again, the drops of water on her face couldn't tell whether it was the splashed water or the tears pouring out of her eyes.

The smile on Zhao Hanhan's face was reduced.

She said in a nearly whispering tone: "Little Green, I'm so sad."

It was so sad that the whole heart seemed to be torn apart.