spend your youth with you

Chapter 917 Drew Knows the Truth
Is he short of money recently?

in the hospital.

When Drew woke up, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

There was no one in the ward, a needle was inserted into the back of his right hand, and an empty infusion bottle was placed above his head.

Drew pressed the call bell at the head of the bed.

Soon, a nurse came in.

"Mister, are you awake?" The nurse was very polite.

Drew nodded and said, "I've finished the infusion, please take the needle off for me, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Ok."

The nurse came to get the needle.

Drew was silent for a while, then asked softly: "Little nurse, when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

The little nurse's hands trembled, a look of unnaturalness flashed across her face, but it was quickly covered up, she laughed, continued to remove the tape, and said, "Oh, old man, don't worry, your age resistance is inherently weak. It's weak, you can't be careless about viral colds! You can't be discharged from the hospital until you are completely cured, and if you catch the cold again, isn't it a waste of all previous efforts..."

The nurse babbled a lot of reasons, anyway, they tried their best to dissuade Drew from giving up the idea of ​​leaving the hospital and let him stay at ease.

No specific date of discharge was given.

"Okay, old sir, let me help you go to the bathroom." The nurse finished removing the needle, and then helped him.

"No, I can do it myself."

Drew pushed her hand away politely and distantly, and slowly stood up.

"Hey, old sir..."

The little nurse shouted from behind, startled.

In the bathroom, Drew passed out again when he got up after going to the bathroom.

Support the wall with your hands to ensure that you don't fall.

The shower gel on the shelf fell to the floor.

The brain is dizzy, and there is a needle-like pain somewhere.

Drew closed his eyes, lowered his head and slowed down for a while before he got better.

Go to the sink and turn on the faucet.

The splashing water rushed against a pair of old hands. Drew looked up from the pool and saw a wrinkled, lifeless face.

When he came out, the little nurse had already left.

The setting sun was all over the sky outside the window, and the afterglow shone in.

Drew stood at the door for a while, then kicked the door open and walked out.

The corridor was very quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Occasionally, a few nurses came and went in a hurry with medical records.

Drew walked around outside before slowly returning to the ward.

When walking to the door of a certain department.

"Do you know that Dr. Lin said that the patients in Ward 504 have cancer, which is still malignant."

"Ah? Then... can it be cured?"

"Hanging! The key is that the long position is too far away. In addition to being so old, Dr. Lin is not sure, and the operation fee is about 100 million, plus the hospitalization fee and later recovery, the number is too big... "

Those nurses may have long been used to seeing life and death, but their tone was still a little regretful.

"That old gentleman is quite nice, how could he get this kind of disease..."

"According to my observation, it seems that he and his grandson depend on each other for life. His grandson is so handsome, and he came here to ask us not to tell the old man the truth."

"Tell us, what's going on?"

……

Drew supported the wall, his legs went limp, and he was about to fall.

The already pale face faded even more when he heard the word "cancer".

cancer……

Vicious...

"...I haven't had surgery yet. I'm just preparing for chemotherapy recently. His grandson said that he will raise money as soon as possible for surgery."

Hold the hand against the wall slowly.

　It's over tonight, cuties please ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)