In the special care unit of Tonghui Hospital, the doctor on night shift glanced at me.
"He's okay, just tell him quickly."
"Ms. Bai, the situation is not good. We have invited experts from Beijing to come over. Even with targeted radiotherapy, Mr. Bai's cancer cells have metastasized."
Bai Shiqiong bit her lower lip and asked: "Dr. Zhao, as you said last time, there is still one year."
"Hey, we really tried our best. Judging from the current development, I'm afraid it will only last one to three months. But Mr. Bai is still in good spirits and can still talk."
After the doctor left, Bai Shiqiong turned her back to me and wiped her eyes.
"Excuse me," I said.
Seeing her expression change, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Bai, you don't need to express your condolences now."
Her eyes were red, she glared at me, and opened the door of the special care unit.
There were two people in the room. An old man with gray hair and glasses was leaning on a pillow and reading a book. I saw that he had an oxygen tube in his nose.
There was also a middle-aged man about forty years old, sitting aside and watching.
"Dad, grandma asked you to go back and have a rest. I'll be watching over grandpa tonight, and you've been watching over him for several days."
The middle-aged man stood up and said, "Okay, my dear, please take some rest and call me if you need anything."
"Dad, I'm going back then."
The old man wearing glasses was concentrating on turning the pages of the book and waving his hand without raising his head.
After the middle-aged man left, Bailashqiong suddenly snatched the book from the old man's hand.
"Grandpa! You are not allowed to read anymore! Doctor Zhao tells you to get more rest! Reading hurts your eyes."
The old man was thin and wearing a hospital gown and said with a smile: "Xiaoshi, I will be lying in a small box in two months. Just let me read for a while. Hey Xiaoshi, what do you think of the stars in this book?"
Friday is a really interesting person."
Only then did I notice that the book he was reading was Robinson Crusoe, and Friday was talking about a savage in the book.
"Young man...you are..."
"Grandpa, he is the person whose surname is Tian, and his name is Xiang Yunfeng."
"Hello, old man," I greeted politely first, and then asked about the doubts in my heart.
The old man said that he knew what I had done and that he asked his granddaughter not to report me.
"Young man, do you want to know what the tomb robber (Tian Sanjiu) is looking for?"
I said I want to know.
I am very curious. After all, Tian Sanjiu voluntarily gave up the cultural relics under Bin Pagoda.
"Xiaoshi, you go out first, I'll have a chat with this young man."
"Grandpa, your body..."
"It's okay. Didn't Dr. Zhao say I can live for another month or two?"
Bailash Qiong glanced worriedly and went out.
"Young man, sit here." The old man patted the bedside.
Seeing him gesture, I understood immediately, took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it for him.
I said: "Lao Bai, please slow down, it's not enough."
"Cough! Cough!"
The old man coughed a few times and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not from your industry. I just have a cooperative relationship with Tian. I want to help him find that thing, just to take a look before I die."
"Lao Bai, what are you talking about?"
The old man held a cigarette in one hand and looked at the ceiling of the ward with his long-suffering eyes, as if he was lost in memories, and I didn't dare to disturb him.
After a long time, he slowly said three words.
"Cast Iron Buddha."
"Cast iron Buddha? What is that?"
I didn't know what this was at first, because I'm not from northern Shaanxi, I'm from Northeast China, and I've never heard of it.
