An Lan looked like she was meditating, which looked a little cute.
After a long while, he nodded and said: "It's quite a lot. I've been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it."
I let out a long sigh and said, "Why do you say you are so beautiful? It makes me so stressed."
"How about I go for plastic surgery?"
I immediately burst into laughter and said, "Others go for plastic surgery to look better, but you go for plastic surgery to look bad. Do you think you're right?"
An Lan spread his hands, stuck out his tongue in a rare gesture, and said naughtily: "What can I do? My parents brought me my appearance, and I don't want to be so good-looking. It's really troublesome."
"Okay, okay, stop talking. Your words are really not very harmful, but very insulting."
"Are you happy then?"
"Happy, I'm very happy to be able to talk to you."
"As long as you are happy, you have to carry this emotion into the operating room."
I grabbed her hand again, looked into her eyes, and suddenly became serious: "Don't worry, I will survive this."
"I believe you. When you get better, we will go to London to pick up Xiaoman."
After Zhou Mo left the ward, he never came back.
She sent me a text message, telling me that she had gone to Uncle Li’s place and that she would come to the hospital tomorrow, and told me to do the surgery well!
An Lan took me to do some of the inspections in the afternoon.
I especially enjoyed the time alone with her, which made me completely forget about the nervousness of tomorrow's surgery.
And An Lan didn't mention the surgery to me. She told me many interesting things and chatted with me about some happy things.
An Lan stayed in the ward that night. She was probably afraid that I would be nervous during the surgery tomorrow, so she kept sitting in front of the ward talking to me.
In fact, we rarely get to be alone like this. Even if we don't talk, we just look at her quietly, which makes me very happy.
The bright moonlight shines in from outside the window, sometimes very close, sometimes very far away, falling on the white sheets, reflecting a quiet world and a quiet night.
An Lan has been holding my hand tightly. Although I know what I will face tomorrow, there is no trouble at the moment.
Just her gentle breathing in the night also infected my heart and made me no longer so anxious.
I had unspeakable worries in my heart, so I kept silent.
An Lan suddenly touched the calluses on my palm and asked: "You have been back to work for so long, why are there still so many calluses on your hands?"
Before I could speak, she said again: "I remembered that Yang Man told me last time that you were doing all the big and small things in the company, including the last time we moved the company, you were busy on your own.
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As she spoke, she suddenly sighed and said with a hint of sadness: "You are the same in life. You have never had a good life."
I smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it."
"You can just let the logistics people do some things! Why do you have to do it yourself?" She said again with complaint.
As she spoke, she held my hand tighter. This strength seemed to reflect some of her emotions, but I remained silent.
"Why don't you speak?"
I looked away from the window and then replied: "It's not as painful as you think, because I know that I have to do many things, so I don't feel very painful in my heart, including in life.
There are many people who are having a harder time than me."
"Only you know best whether you are suffering or not. In my opinion, there is only one kind of happiness in this world, which is to be able to live your whole life in the way you like best."
"Then do you know what my favorite lifestyle is?"
She was silent for a moment and then said: "I remember you told me before that you wanted to own an RV and travel around the world. You also wanted to go to Antarctica and go to no man's land. Is this the lifestyle you want?"
I finally smiled and said to her: "I have forgotten what I thought before, but now, the life I want most is to be with you and Xiaoman. Even if our lives are poor, I will still feel that I am
The happiest man in the world.”
An Lan didn't answer immediately. She was silent for a while, and suddenly leaned her head on my pillow, as if she and I were really the only ones left in the world.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" she suddenly asked me softly.
"It'll be a while, a while." After saying that, I said comfortingly, "It's okay to have pain. It will be fine after the surgery tomorrow."
"It will be fine, it will be fine." As she said that, she hugged me tighter.
I said "hmm" softly, stopped talking, and then forced myself to forget the tension in my heart.
An Lan and I leaned closely together, quietly listening to the wind outside the window, like a gentle call
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I'm afraid that time will go too fast after sleep, and I'm also afraid of tomorrow morning.
I knew when I fell asleep until the next morning. When I woke up, An Lan was no longer beside the hospital bed.
It wasn't until the nurse came to inform me to go for a pre-operative examination that An Lan returned to the ward, holding a packed breakfast in her hand.
But the nurse told me that some tests needed to be done on an empty stomach. After An Lan put down her breakfast, she accompanied me to do a few more tests to confirm whether I was qualified for surgery.
Even though An Lan and I talked so much last night, I was still indescribably nervous at this time.
When my attending doctor came to give me a final check-up, I couldn't help but ask him: "Doctor, tell me, what is the success rate of the operation? What is the recovery rate after the operation?"
While examining me, the doctor replied: "Don't be nervous. This is not the first time I have encountered your situation. What's more, you have stage three gastric cancer. Last month, a patient with stage five gastric cancer was successfully treated."
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After hearing what the doctor said, I felt a little more at ease.
Then the doctor told me that I must stay happy after the operation. Maintaining a good attitude is the key to recovery.
He said that some patients had successful surgeries, but some postoperative complications made some patients with a bad mentality feel negative every day, and as a result, their chemotherapy status was not very good.
Some people's surgeries were not very successful, but they were optimistic and recovered relatively well.
No matter what mood I am in, what is supposed to come will come.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, I was pushed into the operating room, I was given anesthesia, and I can’t remember anything after that.
It was already evening when I woke up, and I looked at the world in a daze, as if I had experienced a deep sleep.
But in an instant, there was pain at the surgical site.
I was lost again in this suffocating pain
Until a gentle voice came from the side: "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?"
I turned to look at the person who was talking to me and gave her a hard look. After confirming that it was An Lan, I showed a relieved smile.
"What's wrong?" she asked me softly again.
My body was still extremely weak and I shook my head gently.
"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."
I nodded, so An Lan quickly ran to get a glass of water, brought it to me, and helped me drink it.
Only then did I come back to my senses, and finally asked her, "Was the operation successful?"