Shen Wanyuan finally calmed down under the comfort of his wife and his wife. The desire to die in his heart was no longer so strong. This is how people are. When death comes, it will naturally produce a negative and desperate mentality. And when everything has become a reality, I can't help but face it with strength. Life is precious and no one is willing to give up his life. This is the case for Shen Wanyuan now. Lung cancer has taken root in the body. From the initial impulse to the slow Slow acceptance is also a matter of course. Resigning yourself to fate may be the only thing he can do now.
Shen Sanquan and Wujin Gao found the attending doctor at the People's Hospital and asked about Shen Wanyuan's physical condition. The answer they received was very pessimistic. Late-stage lung cancer, excessive work, excessive smoking and drinking, and now the old village chief's entire body has become... It was basically just a body. It was impossible to survive, and there was no way to recover. Wu Jingao looked at Shen Sanquan, and his face became sad for a while, "Three punches, let Brother Wan Yuan finish the last journey of his life properly."
Shen Sanquan is not an unreasonable person. He will not hold on to the doctor like others, shouting for help, or kneeling down to plead. Lung cancer is lung cancer, and no one can resist its life-threatening effects. With great power, the old village chief had a mediocre life, but in the eyes of all the villagers in Nangang Village, he was a man who made many contributions and was a good and competent village chief.
"I understand, Uncle Shugen, everything depends on God's arrangement!"
Both of them felt extremely lost, and in their hearts they couldn't bear to see that day coming, but that day was getting closer step by step.
Wu Jin Gao tried his best and told the attending doctor that no matter how much money he spent or how expensive the medicine he used, he should try his best to delay Shen Wanyuan's death and let him see more of the world. Take a look, take a look.
The attending doctor was an old doctor in his sixties, so he naturally understood the painful feeling of losing a loved one. Looking at the two people, he had no choice but to nod. The moment they turned around, he solemnly reminded: "Two, patients I have already told you about your physical condition, and I understand your current mood, but the pain caused by this disease is really such that perhaps leaving one day earlier would be the real relief for the patient."
A doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded. No one would say such depressing words unless it was a last resort. However, Shen Sanquan and Wu Jingao understood that the old doctor's words were right. It would be better to suffer endless pain in this world. Rest in peace, may you reach bliss soon.
With tears still hanging on Shen Tian's face, she came to Shen Sanquan and said, "Brother Sanquan, my father wants to talk to you."
"I understand, Xiaotian, be happy, it will get over." Shen Sanquan wiped the tears on her face and stroked the poor girl's hair.
"Brother Sanquan, is my dad still okay?" Shen Tian's voice sobbed, as if she was about to cry without tears.
Shen Sanquan remained silent. The answer was already obvious. He didn't want to deceive himself too much and walked into Shen Wanyuan's ward.
Shen Wanyuan's face is still very pale, and the stab wound has healed slightly. In addition to the intense stimulation just now, he can no longer find that leader's demeanor. Now he is just an old man facing death.
Seeing Shen Sanquan coming, Xu Haiying wiped away her tears and walked out with Shen Tian. Ever since she married Shen Wanyuan, this rural woman has been conscientiously doing her duty as a wife, working hard to run the house, and silently She protects her husband. In her opinion, not giving birth to a son for Shen Wanyuan is a lifelong regret. In the village, she can't hold her head up, but she doesn't know how many people have been killed by this ignorant thinking of the older generation. Her son , Aren’t all daughters the same?
When men are talking about things, as a woman, she should stand aside, at least this is what Xu Haiying thinks.
Shen Wanyuan was lying on the bed, holding Shen Sanquan's hand tightly, "Sanquan, uncle was wrong."
Shen Sanquan smiled and said, "Uncle, you are not wrong. If it were me, I would be the same as you. Really, you are stronger than me."
"You brat, you always know how to comfort me." Shen Wanyuan smiled, a smile that was a hundred times uglier than crying, forced and reserved.
"Uncle, have a good rest. I am responsible for everything in the village." Shen Sanquan didn't want to stay here anymore. It wasn't that he didn't want to be with Shen Wanyuan, but that he was not used to this dull environment. Every time he talked to Shen Wan When Yuan Yuan said a word, he felt that he was about to shed tears of disappointment. If Shen Wanyuan saw his sadness, it would increase the burden on his heart. Now that Shen Wanyuan's days are numbered, let him be worry-free. What Shen Sanquan wants to see most is to finish this last journey in peace and tranquility.
Shen Sanquan exited the ward, exhaled a long breath, took out a cigarette and lit it. Wujin Gao continued to arrange for Yan Xiaoliu and Yan Xiaoqi to guard the hospital to prevent emergencies. These two mysterious people The master had no complaints about this, and agreed without saying a word. Shen Sanquan looked at the two of them, and then he understood what it means to be a real master, someone who puts himself in a god-like position at every turn. It's disdainful. What a master needs is not just skill, but also the kind of mind that can let go of one's body and accept everyone no matter where and when.
After returning to the farmer's market and finishing the things at the stall, Shen Sanquan still felt a tightness in his chest. One annoying thing came one after another, which was really disturbing.
"Sanquan, how about having a drink with Uncle Ding?" Uncle Ding appeared behind Shen Sanquan at some point, holding some good-quality beef in his hand with a smile on his face.
Shen Sanquan smiled and agreed tacitly.
The two of them did not go to the restaurant, but came to Uncle Ding's house all the way. The vegetables would not go bad in the winter. Uncle Ding greeted Shen Sanquan, heated up the leftovers, and stir-fried a piece of celery and beef for the two of them. It started moving.
It was still a bottle of Erguotou. The old man and the young man were in high spirits. They were coming and going, and they became slightly drunk without realizing it.
"Three punches, look, these are greenhouse vegetables from your village. Uncle Ding is your regular customer." Uncle Ding picked up a handful and put it in his mouth. While eating, he kept praising, "Old Shen The food at home is really good.”
"Uncle Ding, do you think there will be another world after death?" Shen Sanquan said suddenly.
"What?" Uncle Ding said suddenly.
Shen Sanquan suddenly took a big gulp of Erguotou, and the 50-plus-degree liquor immediately burned his stomach like fire. "Uncle Wan Yuan has lung cancer. I'm afraid he doesn't have many days left."
"The village chief has lung cancer?" Uncle Ding was also a little surprised, how could such a good person suffer from such a bad disease.
"Did you almost commit suicide this morning?"
"Hey, people are all so fragile. Don't be sad. Come on, have another drink!" Uncle Ding said loudly.
The two of them drank all the wine in the glass and refilled it again.
As Uncle Ding drank too much, he started talking more, "Three punches, the most painful thing in this world is to watch your loved ones leave. Uncle Ding can understand the feeling of watching helplessly but being unable to do anything. Just be more open-minded." Already."
"I know, Uncle Ding." Shen Sanquan picked up the cup.
Uncle Ding deliberately changed the topic and said with a smile: "Three punches, why don't you think about finding a wife?"
"It's too early for a man to put his career first."
"Listen to Uncle Ding's advice. If you have a good girl, work harder. Family, family. Only a man who has a family can be considered a real man. People like Uncle Ding are boring."
"Uncle Ding, can you tell me about your past? For example" In Shen Sanquan's eyes, Uncle Ding has always been a mysterious figure with superb sword skills, but he lives an unusually low-key life, running a veal stall. , it’s really puzzling to know that you can’t starve to death and can’t hold on to death.
"Like what?" Uncle Ding stared at Shen Sanquan closely.
"For example, your wife's story." Shen Sanquan mustered up his courage and said decisively.dd