"It's true that the hospital told me, Qin Yang, in fact, you don't have cancer, but..."
"Get out!"
Bang!
Just when the middle-aged man spoke up, he had just said a few words when he was interrupted rudely by Qin Yang, who then slammed the door shut with a loud noise.
"Are all liars today so arrogant? They actually said that I didn't have cancer?"
Qin Yang took a few breaths, then took out the crumpled inspection report in his pocket, and the anger on his face gradually turned into a wry smile.
This is the inspection report from the First Hospital of Jiangnan Province. How could it be wrong?
In fact, Qin Yang didn't want to believe that this was true at first. He read and reread the examination report, almost to the point of being crushed, but the words "late stage liver cancer" seemed to become increasingly clear.
If you, a liar, make up other excuses, such as saying that there is some magical elixir that will make you better after taking it, you may still believe the last letter.
But you said you didn’t have cancer right from the get-go. Isn’t this a lie?
Do you look like a fool?
"This guy is quite angry, but I like him!"
The middle-aged man standing outside the door was also stunned by Qin Yang's strong reaction, but the next moment he chuckled and did not look angry at all.
"Get out of here now. I have advanced liver cancer and I'm not afraid of anything. Be careful and I'll beat you up!"
Qin Yang is angry, so naturally he won't be polite at all.
These guys even want to defraud terminally ill patients out of their money. They are so inhumane.
"I have a few words and I will leave after I finish speaking."
The man named Jiang outside the door did not leave as instructed, nor did he forcefully break the door. Instead, he stood outside the door and spoke calmly.
Qin Yang made up his mind not to open the door again, and was confident that no matter what the other party said, he would not believe it.
The 100,000 yuan in savings on my card was obtained with my life.
"Qin Yang, whether you believe me or not, I have to tell you that what you have is not cancer. This month is extremely critical and may change your destiny for the rest of your life."
The man named Jiang's tone remained calm, as if he was just stating a fact, but a sneer appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth.
This guy is really persistent, but don’t you know how ridiculous it is to say “it’s not cancer”?
A normal person would naturally trust the First Hospital of Jiangnan Province more than trusting a stranger who suddenly came to the door. This is human nature.
"This world is far more complicated than you think. The world is about to change dramatically, and you and I will be the ones who protect this world."
The man surnamed Jiang outside the door was chattering in confusion, saying these incomprehensible words, which made the sneer on Qin Yang's mouth even more intense.
"Isn't this person a lunatic? He still wants to protect the world, but let a terminal cancer patient protect the world?"
Qin Yang complained secretly in his heart, thinking that these scammers really do everything they can now.
You don’t really think that such a statement can impress a patient with terminal liver cancer, do you?
"Qin Yang, I know you won't believe me now, but time will prove everything."
The man surnamed Jiang seemed to know what Qin Yang was thinking, and heard him say: "From now on, when you have an attack, your pain will become more and more painful day by day. If you really feel that you can't bear it anymore, come to me."
"I left you a contact information on the door handle. We are the same kind of people. I will not harm you."
As the man surnamed Jiang finished speaking, Qin Yang seemed to hear the footsteps outside gradually fading away. He finally opened the door again with a look of emotion on his face.
There was indeed a note on the door handle. Qin Yang frowned. After taking it off, he wanted to crumble it into a ball and throw it away.
But just when the note was about to be released, Qin Yang slowly retracted his hand and looked at a phone number written on it.
"Really, he's just a liar. What was I thinking?"
But just after reading the phone number, Qin Yang had already come back to his senses.
Then without any further hesitation, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it out of the stairwell window.
But for some reason, after seeing the phone number, the eleven digits lingered in Qin Yang's mind.
No matter how much he wants to forget, it seems to be imprinted deep in his soul.
"What's going on? Why do you remember it so clearly?"
Qin Yang himself felt a little baffled. He had only glanced at it just now, but he knew clearly that he had absolutely no photographic memory.
What Qin Yang didn't see was that the man named Jiang, who had just walked down the stairs and went out, looked up and saw the paper ball flying out of the window of a certain building. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"Qin Yang, you will come to me!"
After muttering, the man surnamed Jiang left with a satisfied look on his face, leaving only a puzzled Qin Yang standing at the door for a while.
"Humph, it's just a phone number. I will never call it even once!"
Qin Yang, who couldn't figure out the connection, finally just snorted coldly, returned to the house, got a change of laundry pants, and thought about taking a hot bath first.
What Qin Yang didn't expect was that in the next few days, he would have an attack almost every day.
And I was really hit by that man, and it became more and more painful every day.
Time soon came to the tenth day.
"Hiss...it hurts!"
Qin Yang felt a sudden severe pain in his stomach and rolled on the bed. He felt like his whole body was about to be torn apart, and his pale face was covered in cold sweat.
The severe pain caused Qin Yang to bite his lip.
There was despair in his heart, and he was even a little unsure whether he could persist this time?
Fortunately, Qin Yang's luck was pretty good. After about an hour, the pain in his abdomen gradually subsided and his strength gradually recovered.
What Qin Yang couldn't understand was that every time pain came, he felt like he was going to die.
But as long as I can get through it, I feel like a normal person, and even my strength has greatly improved.
Before he was diagnosed with liver cancer, Qin Yang would still exercise when he had free time.
There are also two pairs of dumbbells at home, a pair of five kilograms and a pair of ten kilograms.
In the past, if Qin Yang could lift five ten-kilogram dumbbells, it would be pretty good.
But after today's pain, he picked it up casually and felt that the ten kilogram dumbbells were a bit light.
"What's going on? Can you keep fit with cancer?"
Qin Yang, who casually lifted the dumbbell a dozen times, was shocked.
He once suspected that someone had replaced his pair of ten kilogram dumbbells with wood.
Facts have proved that this dumbbell is still made of iron, and if it is not a problem with the dumbbell itself, then there is something wrong with Qin Yang's body.
However, the pain of liver cancer attacks is also not fake. The feeling of excruciating pain makes Qin Yang feel worse than death every time he attacks.
The two completely different contrasts made Qin Yang subconsciously think of the middle-aged man from ten days ago.
The other person’s nagging words also come to mind from time to time.