"Beauty, are you stupid for being hospitalized?" Seeing that Mo had not spoken for a long time, the woman stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her.
You are stupid, your whole family is stupid!
Mo Jiu cursed secretly, but then pointed to his shoes: "No, I only have flat shoes."
"Borrow it." The woman naturally put on Mo Jiu's shoes, turned around and walked out. She suddenly stopped while walking, turned around and came to Mo Jiu's side. Mo Jiu, who was wearing striped hospital clothes, looked at Mo Jiu who was in a depressed mood and sighed.
Tone: "It's really pitiful. You have terminal cancer at such a young age. Little sister, don't be pessimistic. Life is short, why bother with yourself?! Judging from your childish appearance, you probably haven't enjoyed life yet. I'm in a good mood today.
, take you out for a walk?"
Late stage cancer?!
Mo Jiu was so shocked that she didn't listen to a word of what the woman said. Mo Jiu grabbed the woman's wrist: "What do you mean, terminal cancer?"
"Ah, you don't know?" The woman looked at Mo Jiu again, sighed, and patted her shoulder knowingly: "At first glance, they are flowers protected in the greenhouse. People living on this floor are all
Terminal cancer patient, but don’t be sad, beauty. Unfortunately, I was also shot. She has terminal cancer and only has one month to live! So, you should seize the time to enjoy the life you have not enjoyed!"
The woman looked at Mo Jiu up and down, and saw that the other person had not yet recovered from the shock. She shook her head, casually took out the paper and pen next to her, scribbled something down, threw it into Mo Jiu's hand, and waved to her: "Beauty,
It's fate that we met, please contact me when you have time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman rushed out angrily.
Until the room became quiet again, Mo Jiu still felt that he was in a dream.
Late stage cancer?
Terminal cancer!
She wanted to cry a little, but also wanted to laugh a little. Even God thought she was superfluous, so he wanted to take it back?
Outside the ward.
Jiang Li, dressed in professional attire, followed a doctor in a white coat gently, listening to the doctor's words: "... High fever is not only caused by low body immunity, but also may be caused by depression. Miss Mo's heart is depressed, go back
You should take good care of yourself in the future.”
Jiang Li smiled softly: "Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Li."
Dr. Li smiled charitablely: "It's not troublesome, but there was a serious shortage of wards yesterday, so Miss Mo had to live on this floor temporarily. Should she be transferred to a high-end ward now, or should she go home?"
Jiang Li's eyes flickered for a few times, and suddenly she thought of Long Qingtian's appearance in Mo Jiu's ward, and smiled slightly: "It's better to go home."
"good."
…
Mo Jiu, who had been alone for an hour, held the phone in her hand and went through the people she knew in her mind. Then she tragically discovered that she was about to die, but she didn't even have a friend to say goodbye to.
He threw down his phone in frustration, his little face wrinkled into a flower. Mo Jiu sighed, picked up his phone again, flipped through the address book from beginning to end, and finally his eyes settled on the word "Dragon Zombie."
After a moment's hesitation, the call was dialed.
But when he dialed the call, he thought of the way the man walked out of the ward without any hesitation. He curled his lips and pressed hang up.
She had her own face and pride for a long time. She was left out and her life was almost unbearable. Even if she didn't know Lao Mo's phone number, she didn't call the police just because of that little face.
Don’t you want me anymore? Then I won’t pay attention to you.
While I was thinking childishly, the phone suddenly rang.
