It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

Gastric CA, stage 3B.

At this moment, Ruan Qian felt like she was in an ice cellar.

What kind of stomach diseases need to be written in English?

With the last glimmer of hope, she searched what gastric CA was and the result showed gastric cancer.

CA, cancer, or the word she had learned.

Stage 3B is already in the middle to late stages.

In the sound of the shower in the bathroom, Ruan Qian hugged her legs and cried silently on the bed. She collapsed, her mind was sometimes confused and sometimes empty. Why did he come to see her during the May Day holiday? Did he want to spend some more time with his children before he was hospitalized? Or...

She put her mother's phone back to its place and wondered what her parents were feeling now. They must be more desperate than she was, right?

Those wonderful gifts from fate had actually been secretly priced in. She should have known that fate would not let her be lucky forever.

When Gu Yiwen came out of the bathroom, Ruan Qian was standing by the window, trying hard to suppress her tears. For a moment, she even hated the world.

"Xiao Qian, take a bath and go to bed."

Her mother's voice made her want to cry even more.

If she hadn't discovered it, they would have kept it a secret from her and Xiaobei, right?

She lowered her head and ran into the bathroom. On that cool night in late spring, she took a shower with cold water and stood blankly under the shower. The biting cold flowed through her body. She shivered but didn't stop. Only in this way could she numb herself and relieve the pain.

Gradually, she got used to the cold water, dried herself, put on her clothes, and opened the bathroom door.

"mom."

Just a glance at each other, tears welled up in my eyes again.

"I know about Dad's illness."

Chapter 116: If You Are Not Ready Yet

During the three-day May Day holiday, the teachers finished grading the papers, and the head teacher mercilessly sent the grades to the class group on the last day of the holiday.

Some are happy while others are sad.

Tong Yao found the little girl's grades, ranking 140th in the grade, which is an improvement. As the little girl's comics get on the right track, the planning becomes clearer and she obviously has allocated more time for study, which is cause for celebration.

But Tong Yao also has some resentment.

In the past two days, the girl hadn't called her once, only sending her a lonely "good night" on WeChat. She lay on the sofa, raised her hand, and the ring and the light reflected each other, reminding her of the intimacy of the day when they had secretly agreed to spend their lives together.

What a heartless girl, he put the ring on her finger and then ignored her.

Of course, she just complained in her heart. In fact, she knew that the little girl's parents were here, and it was her duty to spend the rare holiday with them.

However, after being together day and night for only three days, my longing for you started to grow.

In the evening, students returned to school one after another. She was in charge of the second evening self-study class. When she walked into the classroom, she found that the little girl's seat was empty, and there was not even a schoolbag.

"Where is Ruan Qian?" She knocked on Jiang Yiming's desk.

Jiang Yiming shook his head: "She didn't come tonight. Maybe she asked for leave."

Tong Yao frowned. When a high school student with perfect attendance asked for leave, it was usually not a trivial matter.

She sat on the podium and sent a message to the little girl on her mobile phone:

"Why did you ask for leave? Are you in trouble?"

Got no reply.

She was anxious throughout the class. When she was about to leave after the evening study session, Ji Chen called her back:

"Teacher Tong, are you going to collect the math homework?"

Some people whispered why the monitor reminded them to collect the homework as they hadn't finished copying it yet.

Tong Yao subconsciously said, "Collect." But then she was stunned again. The class representative was not there. She pursed her lips and turned to Ji Chen, "Then the class monitor, please help me collect the homework."

After Ji Chen nodded, Tong Yao walked out of the house and found Laogai in the office.

"Teacher Li," she said hurriedly, her high heels seeming to wear through the floor, "Why did Ruan Xi ask for leave?"

Li Hanqiang was making tea, which was Longjing tea sent by a student's parents: "Ruan Qian? Her father is in the hospital, and her mother asked for leave for me."

Is hospitalised.

Being a doctor is a noble profession, but matters related to hospitals are always mixed with the indifferent yet heart-wrenching separation of life and death.

"Is it... a very serious illness?" She seemed to have the illusion that her soul was leaving her body, as if she heard herself asking this question.

"I don't know." Laogai sighed heavily, "This child has a hard life. He is obedient and hardworking. His grades have finally improved. His future is bright. I hope he won't be hindered by family matters."

"Who are you talking about?" Teacher Lu turned around and said, "Ruan Qian? This kid is pretty good."

Several teachers from Class 7 praised Ruan Qian. Under normal circumstances, Tong Yao would have been overjoyed, but now, she only felt a kind of regret in their words, as if they were lamenting the little girl's misfortune and the impermanence of the world, as if everything was already destined.

She was so confused that she walked out of the office quickly. In the dark corridor of the laboratory building, she called the little girl on WeChat and felt as nervous as a patient waiting for a diagnosis.

The bell rang several times.

The moment the call was connected, she seemed to have rushed out of the water to take a breath, and spoke anxiously:

"Soft?"

"Teacher Tong." The little girl's voice was familiar and tired.

"Your father... is in the hospital, right?" She was afraid of hurting the child.

"Yeah." Ruan Qian said softly, "It's not serious. I can come back to class tomorrow."

"It's not serious? That's good... Which hospital is it?"

The little girl was silent.

"Ruanruan?" Tong Yao asked cautiously.

"I'm quite busy here, Teacher Tong, don't worry, it's okay." Ruan Qian said, her tone suddenly raised, "I have made progress again this time, Teacher Tong, do you have any reward?"

The simple girl didn't know when she put on a perfect mask. Ruan Qian thought she hid it very well, but she didn't know that the people who loved her could always find cracks in her mask from clues and peek into her heart.

As for Tong Yao, Ruan Qian's acting skills are laughably poor. After spending so much time with her, she can tell the difference between truth and deliberateness just by the voice.

Sadness is real, happiness is fake.

Do you think she is a fool?

"Of course there is a reward." She said softly, a little angrily, "I'm here to catch you, little one."

She dropped her hand and pressed the hang up button with her thumb.

After taking a few deep breaths, she called another number - her life assistant. It would be easier to find someone with more people. It was not that difficult to find out where a person was hospitalized. There were only a few famous local hospitals. It was convenient to call the front desk to ask if someone was in the hospital department, and it would not be considered a disclosure of the patient's privacy.

The whole process took about ten minutes.

Ruan Chen, Municipal People’s Hospital, Department of Digestive Surgery, Bed 15.

When she got the message, Tong Yao was already in the car, ready to go. She stepped on the accelerator, the night reflected in her eyes, and drove away.

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Municipal People’s Hospital, inpatient department.

Ruan Qian filled a basin of hot water at the public washbasin and washed the apples in it. She washed vigorously and seriously, trying to wash off the remaining pesticides on them, and the friction between her skin and the peel made a smooth sound.

After washing the last one, she felt a little tired. She straightened her hunched back, and felt the pain for a while. After pouring out the water, she turned around with the basin, with a kettle hanging on her finger, but she stopped at the moment after turning around.

A few steps away stood her beloved lover.

"Teacher Tong...Teacher Tong." She stammered.

Tong Yao didn't say anything, but stepped forward, took the bottle of water from the little girl, and said:

"Let's go."

On the way to the ward, there were only white and blue walls, calmly and ruthlessly constructing this world that was detached from normal life.

The room in front had a sign for beds 14-15, and the door was closed. Ruan Qian thought something was wrong and quickened her pace, but was stopped by the boy at the door:

"Sister, come in later, the doctor is inside."

Through the door, the man's painful wails spread to the corridor, and every sound was like a knife stabbing into the heart. Ruan Qian's hands were trembling, and she leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, buried her face, and sobbed silently, while the boy at the door lowered his head and kept wiping his face with his sleeves.

Just as Ruan Qian realized that she could not share her father's pain, Tong Yao suddenly found that she could not soothe Ruan Qian's sadness.

She squatted down gently, took out a tissue, and wiped the little girl's tears:

"What disease is it?"

What she didn't expect was that Ruan Qian suddenly threw herself into her arms, crying. Her clothes were pulled tight, and she sensitively caught those broken sentences, and finally formed a complete message.

No one wants to believe it, but reality does not allow anyone to disbelieve it.

On a chair in the corridor, Ruan Qian leaned on Tong Yao's legs. Tired of crying, she closed her eyes and tossed and turned with dark circles under her eyes.

The nursery rhyme stroked the little girl's hair, smoothed her brows, and kept saying comforting words.

"It can be cured."

"Teacher, go find the best doctor."

"Get some sleep."

"I am here."

At this time, Ruan Qian only wanted to hear hope. She was willing to listen to anyone who could give her hope, even if it was a liar. As long as it could make her feel at ease, who would care whether it was a lie or not.

Ruan Xiaobei wiped away his tears and looked at the beautiful woman who had just arrived in surprise. He didn't know who she was, but since his sister was so dependent on him, he didn't ask much and just sat quietly beside her.

"Would you like an apple?" Tong Yao took a rosy apple from the basin and handed it to the boy. "Your sister washed it."

Ruan Xiaobei shook his head.

"Where is your mother?" Tong Yao put the apple back, peeled an orange and fed it to the little girl.

"I went shopping." Ruan Xiaobei said in a low voice.

The hospital corridor was not quiet. Some people were sleeping on the beds in the corridor, and their cell phones were playing loudly. None of the nurses who came and went paid any attention. Tong Yao looked down at the little girl, frowned, and got up quietly, leaving the little girl to lean against the back of the chair in a daze, while she went to find the auntie who was playing loudly.

"Auntie." She walked to the bed and said politely, "Could you please turn down the volume? The people in the corridor also need to rest."

The aunt was not unreasonable. She turned over with a snort and turned down the volume.

She returned to the chair and helped the little girl onto her lap. Ruan Qian felt sleepy but couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were fixed on the door of the ward the whole time. She looked less lively and more tired.

Maybe it was because she had been coaxing the girl for too long, but Tong Yao was a little tired, so she lowered her head to fix the little girl's braids. Suddenly, there was an unusual sound in the corridor. She looked up and found that it was a familiar woman, Gu Yiwen. She was holding a folding bed in one hand and three large bags of daily necessities in the other. It was hard to imagine how a woman could mention this.

Ruan Qian was awakened by Tong Yao's movements. Seeing her mother, she quickly stood up to answer the call, crying "Mom". Ruan Xiaobei quickly took the folding bed. A boy in the third grade of junior high school was already quite strong. With his father in the hospital, he seemed to have grown up all of a sudden.

Gu Yiwen saw Tong Yao, lifted her haggard, struggling and breathless face, and gave her a smile:

"Hello, Teacher Tong."

"Auntie, please slow down."

Tong Yao quickly shared a large bag, which was so heavy that her face turned pale.

After everything was settled, the doctor came out of the ward and said that the operation would be performed on a later date.

Ruan Chen was lying on the hospital bed, not sure whether he was unconscious or asleep.

Everyone was mentally prepared.

While the little girl was inside with her father, Tong Yao walked over to Gu Yiwen and whispered:

"Auntie, can you come with me for a moment?"

Gu Yiwen was stunned and followed her to the stairwell.

Tong Yao asked Gu Yiwen directly about his plan, and Gu Yiwen did not hide it. In this era, if the operation is successful and there is no recurrence of gastric cancer, the cost of treating a common disease is within the reach of most families. If the result of the operation is not ideal, the cost of continuing the treatment will be a bottomless pit.

The doctor said to prepare 100,000 yuan first. With the savings of the Ruan family, they could still cope with it, but Gu Yiwen had obviously prepared for the worst. She wanted to sell the old house left by Ruan Qian's grandfather and her daughter's future dowry in case of emergency. Ruan Qian agreed without hesitation, but the only one who disagreed was Ruan Chen. His idea was to give up treatment if the operation failed and no longer add burden to the family, but no one was willing.

Ruan Qian sometimes felt that she was very selfish. Even if the operation failed, she still wanted her father to be alive and linger in pain, rather than be free.

Selling a house is a mystery. Sometimes it can't be sold for several years, and sometimes it will be sold in a few days. Unfortunately, Ruan Qian's house is remote and dilapidated, and it is difficult to sell without lowering the price.

After listening to the nursery rhyme, he said: