Madam Dihao is not good

He frowned puzzledly: "Know what?"

"Stomach cancer, advanced stage." He whispered.

When she asked him just now, he instinctively felt that she already knew, but he still took chances and thought that he could hide it from her.

It wasn't until she shed tears that he realized that he had given the wrong answer.

When he saw her crying and falling down in the hospital corridor, crying out of the hospital, crying on the road, and almost being hit by a car, he should have understood that her abnormality had something to do with him. [

However, he still lied and he didn't know how to tell her.

He really didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to see her sad...

Unexpectedly hearing the real answer, Chanel let go of her hands, and the clothes fell from her hands.

"Is it...the past few days... I ate too much noodles..." Chanel nodded, and said calmly, "I cooked too much noodles, and you ate too much? Then the stomach disease recurred, and the doctor made a mistake?"

"..."

"There will be misdiagnosis, Su Shijie, don't worry, even stomach cancer can be cured, right?"

Until this time, she was still giving him a chance to hide from her.

"Nile, don't do this."

Chanel's heart throbbed hard: "What's wrong with me?"

Su Shijie turned her body around, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "I have advanced gastric cancer. The doctor said that death... is more likely."

Su Shijie's stomach disease has been dragging on for a long time, with a history of many years.

In the past, Su Shijie didn't take it seriously, he treated it as a common stomach problem, took some medicine to relieve the pain, and never paid attention to his diet.

So much so that he didn't even notice that it was cancerous.

Chanel asked in a low voice: "How long..."

Even she didn't know it, her voice had changed.

Although her face remained calm, as if nothing had happened, her voice was hoarse.

"It depends on the person, and the doctor can't tell how long they can live." Su Shijie smiled, "Some have half a year, some...longer."

"How long is the longest one?" Chanel asked again.

"Cooperate with the treatment and get well adjusted, maybe three to five years." Su Shijie stared at her lowly, and said in a comforting voice, "Or, there will be a miracle." [

There are so many miracles in this world.

Three to five years is already a long time, more than Chanel imagined