The latter frowned, looking sowhat tired, and after a mont, he spoke, "Follow the doctor’s orders, cooperate with the treatnt, don’t think too much about other things."
She nodded compliantly, without saying anything else.
Ten minutes later, the two of them arrived outside the doctor’s office, where there were many people waiting in line to see the doctor.
Fu Chenlie made a call to a friend working at the hospital and managed to jump the queue.
Inside the doctor’s office, Jiang Wan Ning sat beside the doctor.
Fu Chenlie sat opposite the doctor, watching as the doctor checked Jiang Wan Ning’s examination reports one by one, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, knowing it wouldn’t be good news.
The doctor looked for a full five minutes.
Afterward, he turned to Jiang Wan Ning, "Do any of your parents, brothers, or sisters have lung cancer?"
"No."
"How did you, such a young girl in your twenties, get this illness? You ca to see for an examination last ti and ntioned being treated abroad for two years? Was it you?"
Jiang Wan Ning nodded, "It was ."
After speaking, she detailed the foreign treatnt situation over the past two years to the doctor.
The doctor nodded, "Should you co directly for hospitalization treatnt tomorrow?"
"I won’t be hospitalized. Doctor, please just prescribe so dication. I have other things to do and cannot stay in the hospital all the ti. I know I won’t live much longer. Instead of waiting painfully on a hospital bed to die, I’d rather spend my remaining ti doing things I want to do."
"You’re too negative."
With those words, the doctor turned to Fu Chenlie, "Are you her boyfriend or husband?"
"Just a friend."
"As a friend, it’s best to provide her with psychological support, spend more ti with her, and don’t let her be overwheld by this illness. The patient needs a will to live and optimism to extend life as much as possible."
Fu Chenlie nodded, "How much ti does she have left?"
The doctor sighed, "According to the examination report, as short as half a year, as long as a year, but it could be longer; it mainly depends on the patient’s physical condition, and whether their mindset is positive and optimistic is also an important reference indicator."
...
Leaving the hospital, they got into the car, both very silent.
The silence lasted for a long ti.
Finally, Jiang Wan Ning was the first to speak, "I know I don’t have much ti left, but I didn’t expect it to be only half a year, at most a year. I’m only 24 years old, and I’m going to die. Doesn’t that sound ridiculous?"
"The doctor said that’s just an approximate ti. Don’t be too pessimistic."
"How can I be optimistic when I’m about to die?"
After the retort, she laughed self-mockingly, "I can’t be optimistic."
Frowning, the man said in a deep voice, "You shouldn’t go to work at the company during this ti. Rest well at ho, and once you’ve recovered, it’s not too late to work."
"No, I want to work." She refused his suggestion.
Fu Chenlie turned to glance at her, reminding her, "You’re sick, you need to rest."
"If I don’t go to work at the company, I won’t even see you."
"I will find ti to visit you."
The woman chuckled, and as she laughed, tears appeared aptly in her eyes, "Don’t lie to . You’re the CEO of Fu Group, how could you have ti to visit ? Even if you had ti, you’d spend it with your wife, why would you visit soone like ?"
As she spoke, her tears fell, "But I’m different. I ca back from abroad knowing my ti was short. I want to see you more before I die, want to leave more mories related to you in my final days. I originally thought we would get married, be a couple, but now...it’s impossible."
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