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The woman pressed her voice to the lowest level, so that her throat was hoarse, and she shouted twice again.

"Shen Yan ... Shen Yan?"

No one heard him except him.

No one but him knew who he was.

Shen Yan couldn't look away.

The woman's eyes are not as sharp as they were many years ago, and the years have made it much darker, but the eyes are still filled with terrible obsessions-staring tightly at such eyes, he is stiff and unable to move.

Even if he didn't answer, his appearance and expression changes betrayed him.

The other hand of the woman suddenly climbed up his arm, grabbed it, and took a step closer to him again: "Yes ... you."

Shen Yan's breath rose slightly, but she was just watching her, and her throat suddenly seemed to be strangled by something, and the breath could not be lifted, let alone the sound. He knew that he could shake his head, but it would do nothing but make himself look embarrassed, so he gave up denial.

"Qi Qi ..."

Call it out subconsciously.

The first time the sound was too soft, so light that it was not a sound at all, just the eager airflow that rushed in and out when opening.

Without receiving any response, he was surprised that his vocal cords were not working at all, and his voice was stuck in his throat.

At this moment, the woman in front of him almost pressed the whole of him, the fingers stretched the fabric on his sleeves stretched, and he grabbed and moved up inch by inch, eager to pull him over.

"Qi Qi--"

The second time I finally shouted out, although the voice was actually very small, it was enough to attract attention.

"what?"

Qi Qi had been looking at the place she had walked in when she was hospitalized in a car accident. He heard Shen Yan calling him, and then turned around. Suddenly, she saw Shen Yan supporting a middle-aged woman, and the other person was crooked and was about to collapse. The goose went, and quickly stepped forward to help.

"Oh, this aunt, are you okay?" He asked with concern.

The woman shivered slightly, never thinking that there would be someone beside Shen Yan, and her shoulders and her hands gently retracted together.

Qi Xiao didn't notice her small movements, carefully lifted her other arm, and asked thoughtfully: "Auntie, are you uncomfortable? Would you like to call the nurse?"

The woman glanced in a hurry.

Then she lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly and shook her head silently, without saying a word, the hand holding Shen Yan's sleeve slowly released.

Why ... is she unwilling to be helped by a stranger?

Qi Qi observed this, and then slowly lowered her hand after making sure that the opponent stood firm. He looked at women in plain clothes, not like women living in metropolises, but like people seeing doctors from the following counties and cities to provincial hospitals, thinking that she was unfamiliar, and smiled gently: "Aunt, are you Looking for something to find? Is it registration? Are we going to the outpatient department, do we need to lead the way? "

The woman listened silently, but shook her head again and again with her lips pressed.

Before Qi Qi asked again, she took a step back and stopped her eyes in Shen Yan for a moment, keeping her face open, and slowly walked numbly to a bench under the porch and sat down.

"Is she a patient? There is no one around me, it's really uncomfortable ..."

Qi Xiao was worried, hesitating whether to call the nurse.

Shen Yan's face was pale, her eyes blinked blankly twice, and she clearly turned away from the woman on the bench, but she seemed to be able to see her lonely silhouette.

"Shen Yan?"

When Qi Chen noticed that his face was not right and his fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand, he was shocked to find that the hand was cold.

"Shen Yan, what's wrong with you?" Qi Xiao frowned, worrying that he might be wearing too little and was freezing outside.

"It's okay." Shen Yan spent a short period of time regaining focus on her eyes, but instead of focusing on Qi Qi, she looked down at the ground for a long time. "... You need to be reviewed today, don't delay. Go."

Qi Zhen was about to nod. At this moment, a soft sob came from the bench behind him.

It's that woman.

That woman is crying.

I don't know why I buried my face in my hands, sobbing alone. The voice was very bleak, and even the people passing by couldn't help but cast their eyes on sympathy, guessing whether she was diagnosed with a fatal disease by a loved one.

"I, let's ask again ..." Qi Qin couldn't bear it in his ears. He just wanted to go back and ask what happened, but Shen Yan stopped him gently.

"You go to register first, I will accompany her." Shen Yan's voice was dry and astringent, as if it took a lot of effort to say, the sentence is not coherent. He bowed his head from beginning to end, there was a hint of pain looming in the eyebrows, but unfortunately he didn't look carefully. "If there is anything, just call me ... I will go upstairs to find you."

"Okay," Qi Chen heard that he was willing to stay at ease and smiled, "Anyway, it's okay to go to the hospital by myself to register. You can accompany the aunt."

Suddenly, he sighed with a slight smile.

"Actually, when I was alone in the hospital, I was in a bad mood. I thought ... This aunt might have encountered some sad things. If this is the case, please be sure to comfort her. After all, someone is with you in this situation. Talking, the mentality will be much better. "

For people who are sympathetic to the same disease, they will always be more distracted.

Shen Yan listened silently and nodded for a long while: "...... Well, I understand, you go."

After Qi said goodbye to him, he walked out about twenty or thirty meters, looked back, and found that Shen Yan was still standing at the spot looking at himself, and he smiled and waved to signal that he did not have to worry, and urged him to pass by the way.

Shen Yan still decided to look at him for a while, and finally turned back to the woman on the bench.

Qi Zi was relieved that he walked into the outpatient department building of the hospital, came to the department floor where he was taken in the accident, registered the registration, and then sat alone in the waiting hall waiting for his name to be displayed on the announcement screen.

The hall has several huge and bright glass windows. From his position, thick clouds can be seen sullenly adsorbed on the outline of the city. There is still a clear sky in the early morning. At this moment, it has disappeared. The heavy gray makes people feel that the winter is coming early-today is destined to be a cloudy day.

...... Hope is only cloudy, not rainy.

he thinks.

Because none of them thought about bringing an umbrella, no one expected that there would be an unpredictable situation. If it rains, it will be bad-

auzw.com A gust of wind blew swiftly, cold or cold, but not yet meant to rain.

The sky is gray, not an atmosphere of reunion.

Shen Yan took a deep breath with her eyes closed, then slowly walked over to the woman's side and sat down. Sitting is very restrained.

She seemed to feel his breath, and the choking voice gradually calmed down, and the ten fingers covering her face were finally spread out, revealing the sad expression behind her fingers.

"Shen Yan ..."

She called the name again.

This is her name. Although it inherits the surname of the man she loves and hates the most, it still belongs to her, and she will never forget it in her life.

He shook his hands on his knees, trembling slightly, and spit out the word with difficulty: "... Mom."

When she heard the word, the woman suddenly raised her head.

"Don't call it outside!"

The harsh, sharp-sounding way of speaking because of fear is exactly the same as in the past. How could it be forgotten ... I shouldn't forget it.

"Sorry ..." After a while, he finished the second sentence, and then there was a blank.

The ability to organize language seems to be eroded by this blank space, a little bit deep in the throat. Suddenly, the person suddenly tranced, his hands clenched involuntarily, because the palm of his hand was invisibly hurt-the memory of the palm was better than the brain, and I still remember the taste of hitting the ruler at that time.

So, what should it be called?

By the way, when I was young, I occasionally took two people to the street together. The woman had taught him how to say it.

"... Auntie." He called out softly. Strangers like Qi Qi have used the same name, just to continue this conversation, "Are you all right?"

When the woman heard him crying, she froze for a moment, and her breathing was disordered for a while.

She gasped hurriedly, and did not cry again after a few strokes, but couldn't stop her eyes from reddening slightly: "Not good, not good at all."

not good--

The weight of just two words put him in a suffocation.

The two sat side by side. His eyes did not look at him once, but he looked down at his white fingers on his knees and asked stiffly, "Why?"

After years of breaking all connections, there was no news. He thought the woman had at least a happy and happy life.

Because her most burdensome thing is gone.

However, the reality that the woman said was not what he expected: "Why ... you asked me why? You see, I have become like this, but no one is willing to take the time to accompany me to the provincial capital to see a doctor. My mother and father ca n’t manage it. My dad passed away for so long. My mom has been ill in bed for many years. The Mud Bodhisattva crosses the river and ca n’t protect herself. Other relatives say that they do n’t have time. It's just too much trouble ... "

Speaking of which, the voice can't stop choking: "I don't know what to do now when I see the test results, no one dares to speak, how could it be good ..."

The woman choked up again.

Shen Yan didn't realize that he had held his breath for a long time until this moment. The strong suffocation made him dizzy, and he could not help starting to pant, and his chest was full of pain: "Examination result."

There is no way to ask questions directly.

Without knowing the answer, he could not ask, but he repeated the keywords in the sentence monotonously, repeating them constantly.

"test result……"

"The result of the inspection ... was known yesterday." The woman took the words. Her voice was more aging and haggard than her actual age because of her crying, "I said that there is a tumor in my brain, and I am not sure whether it is benign or malignant-the doctor wants me to stay in the hospital for observation. surgery."

Shen Yan felt as if she had risen from the deep sea, staying in the dark and cold water for too long, and shuddered hard at the moment when she got it.

Only by opening can the astringent and salty taste of seawater be realized: "Brain tumor--"

A piece of white flowers in front of him felt that he was about to see nothing around him, and he had to close his eyes in a hurry and shook his head hard. Only the fear of reunion was thrown out, and the kind of fear that remained was completely different. He had n’t even thought about it.

"Pathology report ... When will it come out?"

"The doctor told me it's tomorrow."

The results of pet-ct are only used for initial identification and judgment, and whether it is a malignant tumor or not depends on pathological reports.

Shen Yan sorted out his thoughts blankly, put together some medical knowledge he knew, and tried to find information that could comfort him a little bit-but he found that thinking has become a very difficult thing, not to mention rational thinking.

"If, you will have an operation in the end ... will someone come to take care of you?" He asked.

The woman's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and she looked at him straight with a sneer: "Who knows, it's still unclear whether the operation can be performed, even if the operation is necessary, I'm afraid I can't afford this cost. I've almost gambled away my family's money, and I won't pay the money at all. "

When Shen Yan heard this, he was awake slightly.

His knees were still a little soft. It took him some time to get up slowly from the bench and whispered, "... please wait here, I will be back soon."

For the convenience of patients, the hospital has several bank service points in the hospital area, just near the inpatient building, and it takes only five minutes.

The daily upper limit of the cash dispenser is only about 20,000. Shen Yan directly goes to the counter to withdraw money. She withdraws 40,000 yuan from her daily savings, wraps it in an envelope, and seals it tightly. He returned to the bench without a word, silently stuffing the envelope into the stunned woman's hand.

"You stay this money for emergency use. Brain tumor surgery probably needs so much. Hope ... at least it can last this time."

Brain tumor surgery generally needs to be accompanied by other adjuvant therapies. At that time, medical expenses may be much more than these, even two to three times this number.

However, due to his limited financial ability, he had to put it in as soon as possible, and one day later.

"Shen Yan ..." The woman's hands trembling with the envelope, staring at him with wide eyes, and he just sighed lightly and said nothing more. However, the woman looked in a trance for a while, and suddenly remembered something like pushing the money back, shouting excitedly with a rough breath, "No! No! This is not what your father gave you ... I do n’t, I do n’t want His money! "

Shen Yan froze for a moment, realizing that while she was saying something, her voice sank, frowning: "No, I never want his money-these are all made by myself, no penny is He gave it. "

The woman walked back two steps anxiously and stood far away, quietly looking at his appearance.

No matter how you deny it, you can't deny that man's blood flowing in his body, can't deny the fact that the man is his biological father.

"Shen Yan," she laughed at herself suddenly, "You are right, he doesn't want you at all."

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