Chapter 1,479 You are not a mortal, but you are also an ordinary person
At night, in their ward, Edward lay quietly with his eyes closed.
Carter was sitting on the bed enjoying the meal brought to him by his wife Virginia, who was sitting on a chair next to the bed.
Virginia glanced at Edward Cole and asked Carter: "No one came to visit him?"
Carter shook his head and said, "I've been sleeping since I came back from the push."
Virginia sighed: "This is one of the reasons why I insist on taking care of you. It's really uncomfortable to see a person still alone after such a major operation."
Carter nodded sympathetically, but said, "At least no one bothers me."
Virginia didn't know if he meant that she didn't want to leave.
The two were silent for a while, and she looked up at him, as if expecting him to say something.
Because of Carter's words, her embarrassment was very obvious.
Virginia struggled to find a topic: "Rachel called this morning."
Carter's interest finally aroused: "How is she now?"
Virginia: "She is applying to be the concertmaster of the next band."
Carter said happily: "That's great."
But there was another moment of silence. Finally, she started to pack her things.
Virginia asked, "Do you want any more books?"
Carter shook his head: "No, it's fine."
He gestured to the large pile of books on the bedside table.
Virginia hesitated for a while and then asked: "Have you taken your medicine for the night?"
Carter: "I've eaten."
Virginia is concerned: "Is the pillow comfortable?"
Carter: "That's good...thank you, Virginia."
Virginia forced a smile and said, "That's good."
She hesitated for a while, and then couldn't help but speak again: "I can stay with you for a little longer, if..."
She holds his hand...
Carter said, "If we both get exhausted by tomorrow morning, then why bother."
Virginia was helpless: "Okay!"
She let go of her hand, leaned over and kissed him. But this intimate act made her very embarrassed. She felt nothing when their cheeks touched, and she couldn't help but darken her face.
She squeezed his hand, turned around and walked out the door. Facing the door where no one was around, he stared blankly for a moment.
This conversation seemed very awkward, and it was clear that there was also a problem between Carter and his wife.
At this time, Edward, who was lying on the hospital bed on the other side, still had his eyes closed and said, "Is she gone?"
Carter was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Only then did Edward open his eyes and look at Carter.
Edward managed to say calmly: "I can be regarded as half a health care expert. According to my observation, most patients do not die of illness, but because they annoy visitors to the hospital."
Edward and Carter looked at each other.
Neither of them spoke anymore.
However, the two of them are from two different worlds. If they live in the same room, they cannot be so harmonious after all.
During the day, Carter was watching a "quiz quiz" show. He always liked to ask questions when he met someone he didn't understand, but this made Edward very disgusted.
Edward's doctor came and told him that he would start chemotherapy that evening.
Edward looked nonchalant on the surface, but then he couldn't help but ask Carter: "So, is it uncomfortable?"
Carter: "You mean chemotherapy?"
He shrugged and said, "It's not too uncomfortable. As long as you can endure vomiting all the time, watching your blood vessels turn black and feeling like your bones are about to melt... In short, it's like a whole day."
lying on a beach."
Edward's face immediately turned pale when he heard this, but he refused to be outdone: "These words can make people feel relieved."
Carter: "Of course everyone reacts differently. You can feel that tonight."
After another silence, Carter couldn't help but ask what the exquisite antique-like coffee machine that Thomas brought was.
The two chatted awkwardly for a while. Carter told the story of the birth of coffee, but Edward kept perfunctorily echoing it.
In the evening, Edward asked Thomas to bring a sumptuous and luxurious dinner to a famous Italian restaurant. Carter couldn't help but remind him: "Do you really want to eat all of this?"
Edward was convinced. Carter wanted to say something else, but his assistant Thomas stopped him with a cough.
Edward thought Carter wanted to eat too, and asked Thomas to help bring a portion, but Carter refused.
Edward was enjoying what was said to be the most delicious food in Los Angeles by himself. Unfortunately, he was so happy that he became sad. He forgot what Carter said before, chemotherapy will cause vomiting.
As expected, Edward soon became upset and vomited.
His sumptuous dinner had all been vomited on the floor. He was still moaning and spitting.
Carter's eyes were still on his book...
Carter couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Is it still the best thing in Los Angeles this time?"
He continued to read his book, while in the background Edward continued to vomit and purge his intestines...
The camera switched and Edward still fell asleep quietly.
The bandage on his head has been removed, revealing the short, uneven hair that has grown on the top of his head.
Carter sat on the bed, looking haggard. He took out an old photo from an envelope. The back of the photo read: "Dear Daddy, I wish you a speedy recovery! I hope to see you and your mother dancing like you did back then soon. Love you.
Rachel."
He turned over the front of the photo. In this old photo that he had long forgotten, he and his wife were dancing at a young people's party when they were in their twenties. The two of them clasped their hands and laughed... It seemed like
It happened in a previous life...
The side effects of chemotherapy made Edward Cole so miserable that he even fell asleep vomiting on the toilet in the bathroom.
Still no one came to visit him, but Carter often had family members coming, formerly his wife and now his eldest son.
Edward and Carter chatted about his family, and Carter showed Edward his family photo and looked proud of his little daughter.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! His pride and pride were beyond words, and Edward smiled politely and returned the photo to him.
But when Carter asked Edward: "Do you have children?"
"How should I put it?" Edward hesitated for a moment and then said: "My several marriages didn't last very long."
"That's it. I've been married for a long time, enough to give you half of it." Carter joked.
"How are you doing now?" Edward asked.
"Just live like this." Carter said casually.
"That's good, isn't it? But don't get me wrong, I love married life and have been married four times. The problem is that I also love single life. You can't have it both ways. God knows what I've done.
Great efforts!" Edward explained as he spoke.
Carter comforted: "No one is perfect."
Edward added: "My only successful combination is me and my career. I started making money at the age of sixteen, and I just walked through it step by step."
Carter also confided his true feelings: "My original ambition was to become a history professor."
As a result, Edward sent back to Carter his previous comforting words: "No one is perfect!"
Carter continued: "Just two months into city college, Virginia told me I was pregnant... At that time, I had no qualifications and was black. I dropped out of school because I had a child.
I would work whatever job was available, and I always wanted to go back to school. But...forty-five years passed in a flash."
Edward also agreed with this: "Time flies!"
What follows is a scene of the two of them living in the ward. Carter spends most of his time reading. Of course, there are times when he is tortured by illness. At this time, Edward always responds with sympathy, but the same Edward also has times when he is tortured by illness.
Carter would also respond with sympathy at this time.
Although the wealth gap between the two is huge, and their careers are very different, they are almost the same when it comes to illness.
At night Carter fell asleep and Edward lay on the bed.
Edward muttered to himself, somewhat frantically: "I'm completely confused. I don't know if I've lost my mind. God, no, no, I'm not praying to God. I'm talking to myself. I can't even pray to God."
There is no one to talk to."
Edward got off the bed and walked to Carter's bedside.
Edward: "Are you awake? Carter, I'm not the only one who grits his teeth and farts in his sleep."
As he spoke, he was silent for a long time and then whispered: "I'm scared to death!"
This is the first time that Edward, the usually arrogant rich man, shows his weak side.
In fact, he is not as fearless as he appears.
Next, there is another shot like before, Edward pushing his IV pole into the bathroom, Carter pushing his IV pole into the bathroom...
The nurse gave them medicine separately, but there seemed to be no difference.
The two of them would occasionally play cards together, but on this day, something was a little different.
Edward and Carter were each walking in the corridor pushing their own IV poles.
Edward suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought of committing suicide?"
Carter was a little surprised: "Suicide? God, I never thought about it."
Edward nodded and said, "I guess so, it's the first stage."
Carter was a little confused: "What?"
"There are five stages to this," Edward explained.
Carter suddenly said: "Oh, denial, anger, concession, depression, recognition."
Edward nodded: "Of course you won't think of suicide, because you are now in the first stage - denial."
Carter asked curiously: "What stage are you in?"
Edward said: "I deny it too."
Carter looked at him and said, "But I've thought about suicide."
The two still received the same treatment, and sometimes had to draw blood. Finally, the nurse took off Carter's infusion pole, leaving Carter a little confused.
But the nurse told him: "You don't need these anymore, this is the fourth course of treatment, which is the last course of treatment."
After this course of treatment, you will know his results.
Carter continued to watch the prize competition, but this time he put on headphones. Carter listened to the sound, looked at the questions, and then answered them himself. Most of them were correct, which made Edward very curious: "You didn't miss a single question.
?”
"No way, I made a mistake last week!"
"Do you want to go and participate in the quizzes on the spot?"
"Ah, that's other people's business."
Edward looked at him for a while and fell silent.
The scene changes. This time, Edward is watching TV. He is watching a baseball game, while Carter is writing something on a piece of lined paper with an open book on his back.
The camera focused on the words he wrote.
On it is written: Unfulfilled wish
1. Experience something truly magnificent.
2. Help a stranger purely for the sake of doing good.
...
The doctor came and announced Edward's final days. He had six months left, maybe a year if he was lucky.
Carter also wanted to know how he was doing, but Edward's doctor was not Carter's attending physician.
Edward reacted by staring at the television and asked the doctor to get Carter's medical records.
He slowly looked away from the TV screen: the news that his life was about to end made him think deeply.
Carter struggled to find the right words...
Carter: "Edward..."
Edward ignored it and was silent for a while...
Carter's voiceover sounded: "Someone conducted a survey and asked a thousand respondents whether they would be willing to know the exact date of their death if they could know it in advance.
Dr. Hollins walked in and started talking to Carter while reading the medical records and pill bottles...
Carter's voiceover continued: "Ninety-six percent of the people said they didn't want to."
Carter listened impassively...
Carter's voiceover continued: "I have always been probably among the other four percent. I think it would be a relief to know how much time you have left to do what you want to do."
He crumpled the paper he was writing on...
"But that's not what happened when it came to it."
He looked up at Edward, who was also turning his head to look at him...
The two looked at each other for a long time. At the moment when their fate was pronounced, they both showed almost the same calmness and suppressed the sadness that was difficult to express.
In the face of death, no matter whether you are rich or poor, whether you are alone or with a large family, you are all equal.
Carter's bucket list was picked up by Edward.
Edward carefully unfolded the ball of paper, and it turned out to be a list of "unfulfilled wishes" written by Carter. Edward looked at the things to be implemented one by one, and couldn't help but smile secretly.
Suddenly Carter's voice came: "What are you doing?"
Edward: "What is this?"
Carter: "Give it back to me."
Edward asked repeatedly: "What is this?"
Carter: "Give it back to me."
Edward joked: "I picked it up from the ground, and I didn't know it was a state secret."
Carter sighed: "My freshman year college philosophy professor prescribed a future-imagining exercise where we listed the things we dreamed of doing in our lives until..."
Edward: "Until you die, right?"
Carter said: "What I was thinking at that time was: "Earn a million dollars" and "Be the first black president." These are some of the wild thoughts of young people. Later, I always thought that I should make a new list, but...
....”
At this time, Edward spread out the paper and started reading: "To help a person who is not a relative or a friend purely for the sake of doing good."
He couldn't help laughing until he shed tears: "I'm not picky, you are so uninteresting."
Carter: "Yeah, it all means nothing now."
Edward rolled his eyes: "I don't think so."
Then he picked up a red pen and started writing his wish next to Carter's.
Carter got up from the bed and asked, "What are you doing?"
Edward raised his head: "I'll make a few small modifications for you, that's all. I said, don't you want to go out and play ball? Play with guns? Have some fun?"
Carter shook his head: "I don't want to play with guns. What I want is-what you missed..."
Edward asked: "What is a 'truly magnificent thing'?"
Carter looked at him: "Have you been to the Himalayas?"
Edward thought to himself: "It wouldn't be a bad idea to get a Ford Cobra. Or how about skydiving? This time we are a little enlightened."
As he spoke, he continued to write.
Carter was curious: "Are you enlightened? Let me see that."
Carter snatched the piece of paper from Edward's hand and looked at the words Edward scribbled next to his neatly written wishes with a grimace on his face.
""Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world"? How can you do this?" Carter looked at Edward with a strange look on his face and asked.
