A bodyguard walked in to report that he had gone through the discharge procedures...
"Discharged? Your illness is not cured yet, you cannot be discharged!"
Ximen Longting said secretly: "Didn't you listen to what the doctor said? Western medicine can no longer do anything. I'm still lying here waiting to die?"
"Why do you always say the word "die or not"?
"Instead of dying," he said sarcastically, "I'm lying here waiting to be buried?"
"That's what you mean..." Jing Jiaren said loudly, "How can you get better if you are so discouraged?"
"That's enough," Ximen Longting stared at her, "for 20 days, I followed your wishes and lay on the bed without even taking a step out of the ward door, right?"
Jing Jiaren's throat was choked.
It's all what she wants him to do, and he depends on her for everything.
He clearly knew that his condition was hopeless - because of the increasing pain in his stomach, the doctor said that his hope was getting smaller and smaller.
If gastric cancer was so easy to cure, there wouldn’t be so many people dying of cancer!
"Surgery, injections, medication, chemotherapy..." he said mockingly, "Which one did you not cooperate with the doctor?"
"..."
"This is the result. The result I expected."
"Have you expected that?" Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with water, "You were prepared to wait for death from the very beginning. How could you recover from your illness? You didn't know that cancer is closely related to your mentality? You clearly promised me
If you pass, you will live, but your actions are the opposite."
"Woman, you are very stubborn."
"Yes, I will never compromise on something I think is right. I think your disease will get better, and it will definitely get better."
Ximen Longting stroked her cheek: "I still have many things I want to do with you."
"There will be a chance in the future."
"Do it now, I don't like lying in the hospital bed and continuing to waste time!"
"You are so disobedient? I'm angry, don't talk to me from now on!"
Jing Jiaren kept his face and said nothing. As long as she was angry, he would listen to her.
During this period, every time he had the idea of withdrawing from treatment, she would use this trick...
But today, it didn't work.
Ximen Longting raised his hand and said, "Take her out."
Two bodyguards had already arrived to hold Jing Jiaren's body.
She stared at Ximen Longting with wide eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Remove the stomach tube."
"How dare you——Ximen Longting, how dare you unload——"
Jing Jiaren was carried out of the ward, the door was closed, and she banged the door hard. A huge panic surged in her heart.
For so long, she had been holding on to her belief that he would get better.
Why is the result like this...
She banged her hand on the door hard, and the bodyguard wanted to stop her, but because she was a pregnant woman and she was in a strong mood, he was afraid of hurting her.
Jing Jiaren’s little hands turned red from beating——
Family members and patients passing by looked at her curiously.
"Ximen Longting, let's try again, just for a week, okay?"
"A miracle will happen..."
She begged, her weak body pressed against the door panel, slowly about to fall.
On the other side of the door, Ximen Longting's hand pressing on the door slowly changed from palm to fist.
His eyes were very red. He tried hard to straighten his collar and opened the door.
Jing Jiaren slumped on the ground, looking up at Ximen Longting who had removed his gastric tube and changed into a striped hospital gown.
Wearing an orthodox and noble British suit, with a sharp and domineering expression...
But it couldn't hide his extreme paleness and weakness.
"It's so cold on the ground, get up!" He bent slightly and grabbed her arm to pull her up.