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1 terminal illness

 Jiangnan Province, Chujiang City.

First Hospital.

"Xiao Qin, I asked you to call your family, why haven't you come yet?"

"Dr. Wang, I am an orphan and I am not married, so I have no parents or relatives."

"Is that so? What a poor child..."

"Doctor Wang, just tell me what disease I have. I can handle it."

"Liver cancer, late stage!"

"How much time do I...have?"

"One month at most!"

At the gate of the First Hospital, Qin Yang was holding the oncologist's test report, his ears were buzzing, and his mind was filled with the words "late stage liver cancer".

Originally, Qin Yang had already made some mental preparations. If hepatitis, cirrhosis, or even early-stage liver cancer was diagnosed, he felt that he would be able to bear it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be late-stage liver cancer. Everyone in the world must be aware of what this means.

I thought that my 996 working life was hard enough. Even Party A had to make eighteen revisions of the design in a month. Nothing could defeat me.

Unexpectedly, the sudden news of terminal illness crushed Qin Yang.

"God, I'm only twenty-five years old, why are you doing this to me?"

Qin Yang's fingers holding the test report were a little blue, and the dull pain coming from his liver made him clearly know that the doctor's diagnosis was not wrong.

Qin Yang, who is twenty-five years old and has just got on the right track in life, has only one month left.

Qin Yang, who grew up in an orphanage, worked hard to get into college, find a stable job, have a girlfriend, and will meet his parents soon.

The news of terminal illness was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all Qin Yang's beautiful wishes.

People were coming and going at the hospital gate, and everyone who came here had their own sufferings. Naturally, no one cared about the lost Qin Yang.

…………

At the same time, the dean’s office.

Director Zhang of the hospital and Director Lu of the Department of Surgery were both sitting upright at the moment, glancing at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa from time to time with some fear.

You must know that these two are almost the top leaders of Chujiang No. 1 Hospital, especially Director Zhang, who is simply a well-known figure in the hospital.

But now they don't even dare to sit down, they just look at the man on the sofa in fear.

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa didn't pay attention to the two big shots in the hospital. He was looking at something like a CT film in his hand with a serious expression.

"Is that all?"

After about ten minutes, the middle-aged man finally raised his head, but the words he spoke contained a hint of disappointment.

"Mr. Jiang, in the past three months, all the examination reports and films of all patients with intermediate and late-stage cancer admitted to our hospital are here."

Dean Zhang trembled, not daring to be negligent, and repeated what he had just said.

Even though this dean of the No. 1 Hospital was a man of his word, the ID the man in front of him just took out really scared him.

Therefore, even if Dean Zhang doesn't know this person's identity, he knows that he is definitely not someone he can afford to offend, so he should just do whatever he says.

Director Lu, the surgeon next to him, also had a trace of doubt in his eyes. He didn’t know what this man with a special identity wanted to do with the information on patients with intermediate and advanced cancer.

"Including today?"

The middle-aged man frowned. When he asked this question, he actually didn't have much hope. It was just a casual question.

"I have..."

Dong dong dong...

Just when Director Lu wanted to say something, there was a sudden knock on the door of the dean's office, and then a middle-aged doctor with a somewhat bald head walked in.

"Dean Zhang, Director Lu, this is the film you want. There are only two patients diagnosed with terminal cancer this morning."

It seemed that Dr. Wang had already received instructions from Director Lu, which made the middle-aged man on the sofa nod his head and stood up directly to take the two films from Dr. Wang's hand.

Dr. Wang first looked at Dean Zhang and Director Lu, and waited until they nodded before letting go. In his heart, he was a little curious about the identity of this strange man.

The middle-aged man ignored Dr. Wang. In fact, in his heart, he no longer had much hope.

After all, he has read the reports for the past three months, and no one is satisfied with him. Will there be a miracle in these last two films?

"Huh?"

However, at the next moment, after the middle-aged man picked up one of the films and took a look at it, a flash of light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the aura that erupted from this middle-aged man made the three people in the office subconsciously take a step back.

"Haha, I'm lucky today, Dr. Zhang, Director Lu, thank you very much!"

The middle-aged man, who had a gloomy face just now, as if someone owed him millions, seemed like the clouds cleared at this moment, making several people laugh.

In fact, they don’t know what this person is happy about?

I'm just a cancer patient, what's there to be happy about?

The middle-aged man didn't explain too much, just took one of the photos and walked out of the office door, taking out his phone as he walked.

"Captain, I found a first-appearance person in Chujiang City. His name is Qin Yang, and his liver cells have mutated. Haha, this guy thought he had late-stage cancer. He's already..."

"Captain, don't worry, I will pay close attention to him. This kind of autonomously mutated treasure must be brought into our team."

As the middle-aged man's excited voice got farther and farther away, several people in the office didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The three of them looked at a pile of cancer test reports and looked at each other.

…………

The entrance of the hospital.

After nearly half an hour, Qin Yang finally no longer felt as depressed as when he just received the news of his terminal illness.

"Since you only have one month to live, then do what you want to do."

Qin Yang tried hard not to think about those desperate and cruel things. He took a deep breath and strode towards the door.

Jingle bells...

The phone rang for a while. Qin Yang took out his phone and saw that it was Luo Chao, a colleague and friend from the company. He immediately pressed the answer button.

"Old Qin, where have you gone? Manager Xie is looking for you everywhere and can't find you. He is getting angry."

Luo Chao's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, causing Qin Yang to subconsciously check the time on his phone, which was exactly half past twelve.

"It's lunch break time now, don't you want to eat? Are you urging me to die?"

For some reason, Qin Yang, who used to get nervous when he heard the words "Manager Xie", felt a surge of anger, and his words were clearly not polite at all.

"Um...Old Qin, Manager Xie is next to me, I...I drove the speakerphone..."

Luo Chao's voice on the phone was a little awkward and unnatural. It was obvious that the so-called Manager Xie heard everything Qin Yang complained about just now.

Besides embarrassment, Luo Chao also felt a little unbelievable.

Because in his impression, Qin Yang is an extremely honest person, and he has never said anything like this before, even in private.

"He..."

"Qin Yang, I'll give you ten minutes. If I don't see you in the company, just wait for your bonus to be deducted."

Just when Qin Yang was about to say something, Manager Xie's voice came from the other end of the phone, and after the voice fell, he hung up the phone.

Beep...beep...beep...

Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Qin Yang seemed to have a trace of anger burning in his eyes, and he almost threw his phone out, but luckily he held it back in the end.

"Damn it, everyone wants to bully me, why don't I just quit?"


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