Love the good night from now on

When I saw Qi Ming for the last time, jumping off a building was the most tragic way of death I had ever seen.

When fighting gangsters in Hong Kong, guns were the way of death that terrified me the most.

Many of the tears I shed for Seung Kwang were for the bloody pain.

I used to think that when a person dies, there is at least one decent way to die.

But death is death, which is not decent.

When I started to accompany Yi Nan to treat cancer, I realized that the most tragic and most feared way of death is neither jumping off a building nor shooting.

Instead, every day you will be issued a critical illness notice, and your body will be filled with various tubes.

It's because you can't eat anything after taking the chemotherapy drugs, and even if you smell it, you will throw up dizzy.

It was your legs that were so soft after the radiotherapy last night that you couldn't even lift your fingers.

It is that new lesions are running around in the body every day.

It is the lesion on the spine that makes people unable to live and die but unable to die.

I have stood in the hallway crying silently time and time again.

I have asked Cynthia more than once: "I always make him strong, is it too cruel?"

With a cold face like her, she just wept secretly.

Turning my head, I still have to be that cruel person.

I don't want Yi Nan to die.

I've lost enough people.

I don't want to lose him again.

So I got up at five o'clock in the morning and began to prepare medicine for him. I learned all the things nurses did and took the job myself.

At nine o'clock in the morning, I watched him eat the light soup and porridge, and at nine ten o'clock I watched him spit it out again.

At [-]:[-], I cleaned up the ward again, brought new food and told Yi Nan: "It's okay, you can eat slowly."

I don't know if it's because Yi Nan has a good background, or I'm taking good care of him.

He didn't lose weight even when he fell.

Contoured and maintained in a thin state.

His pale lips gave him a sickly and feminine beauty.

In the entertainment industry, this is an excellent photogenic posture.

But now I am not in the mood to appreciate beauty.

He forced himself to look like a clown in an amusement park all day long, with the corners of his mouth upwards in an orderly manner, trying every means to make him happy.

Due to the company's reasons, Yi Nan did not let the fourth person know his current situation.

So for the first 28 days of treatment, only me and Cynthia were with him.

We count our days by the calendar.

I don't know if my pious prayer was heard by the Buddhas and gods in the heavens, or if Yi Nan's strength helped him.

After the first 28 days, Yi Nan's indicators actually dropped.

I was about to cry when I got the transaminase index.

Cynthia held my shoulder and said, "Boss Yi has a good body. As long as the resistance improves, cancer cells are just ordinary cells!"

I nodded emphatically.

She said, "Come on Sui Sui!"

I said, "Come on, Sui Sui!"

Although the indicator has dropped, the liver metastasis is still a dangerous signal light.

Yi Nana was about to be discharged from the hospital, but the Sydney hospital did not force him to stay.

It's just me and Cynthia on tenterhooks.

I was trembling as I walked, and I still had to hold Yi Nan's arm.

Cynthia said that she arranged a private hospital in Nanhai on the phone, and asked the lawyer to sign a non-disclosure agreement with the owner of the hospital.

It is said that once the private plane stops at Yi Nan, it will be taken to the mysterious hospital, and there will be a private doctor to accompany it all the time when doing any work in the South China Sea.

I have to say, she is much more useful than me.

But when we were about to leave, a British doctor who had been in charge of Yi Nan’s condition came over, dragged me aside and said in English, “The 28-day course of treatment is just the beginning, Miss Yao, you should know that if you want to get More chances of cure are surgery."

The British old man had a serious face: "Surgery, cut off the source of the lesion, so that the spread of cancer cells can be effectively controlled, and there is a better chance of survival."

I nodded: "Professor I know, it's too risky to cut off four-fifths of the stomach."

The British old man nodded: "Adventure is the only way."

I smiled: "Let's try conservative treatment again, thank you, Professor."

The British old man sighed and said, "Mr. Yi's physical condition needs to be updated to us every week."

I nodded: "I see."

After boarding the private jet, the three of us felt like a lifetime away.

Yi Nan was wearing a modified haute couture suit and was sitting by the window reading official documents.

The gold-plated bees on the neckline reflect the scorching sun outside the cabin.

Cynthia and I sat aside, and I half-lyed on the bench, sighing: "These 28 days seem to have passed but eight years."

Cynthia stroked her hair: "I haven't cared for my hair for 28 days, let's see what the frizz looks like."

I suddenly remembered that it seemed like I hadn't washed my face for many days, so I jumped up like a fried rooster, which startled Yi Nan.

He leaned over, his voice was no longer as airy as before, but still chilling: "Yao Suisui, do you want to jump off the plane?"

I smiled sheepishly, "I'm going to take a shower."

Yi Nan looked it over, put down the official document in his hand, and walked towards me.

He stretched out his hand to loosen my hair, put it behind my ears, looked back and forth, and stuck out his lips: "I'm thinner."

He hugged me into his arms: "Thank you, Sui Sui."

I wanted to cry, but I held back and pushed him away: "I just remembered that I haven't washed my face for maybe ten days. The last time I washed my face was when that handsome Swiss doctor was consulting with you."

Yi Nan pretended to be disgusted and helped the expensive fabric of the high-end suit, and hooked his fingers to let me go.

When I came out of the cabin bathroom, I felt refreshed.

But before I got into the cabin, I heard Yi Nan say in a deep voice, "Arrange surgery for me."

Cynthia's voice raised slightly: "Mr. Yi, the operation is dangerous. If you treat it conservatively, it will take three years at least, and maybe eight or nine years at most."

"What's the use of 26? I'm only [-] years old. If I can't live forever, I might as well give it a go."

Yi Nan was categorical: "Arrange surgery for me, right after my wedding."

"Na Sui Sui"

"Keep it from her."

I stood in a daze at the division of the cabin, and within a few seconds, I walked into the cabin with a smile on my face, sat down opposite Yi Nan, held my face and asked, "Look, do I just wash my face?" It looks better?"

Yi Nan smiled indulgently, and let out a strong nasal sound "uh".

During the nine-hour flight, Yi Nan slept for four hours intermittently.

He has too much business to attend to.

Although I feel distressed, I will not say much.

It wasn't until the plane stopped on the private apron that Yi Nan stretched his brows.

Cynthia's professional stand by immediately contacted the hospital.

But it doesn't seem to be going well.

Cynthia got off the plane first, but when she came up again, she suddenly looked flustered.

She ran up to Yi Nan and said, "Too bad, Mr. Yi, the waiting car in the hospital was photographed by the media. They have already retreated to avoid suspicion. Now the outside is full of reporters. I don't know who leaked your presence here. "The wind on the plane"

I suddenly remembered that when I was going to the bathroom, I met a flight attendant in the aisle sending a WeChat message in a panic.

The plane has in-flight WiFi, the crew must have leaked Yi Nan's whereabouts.

"It doesn't matter who leaked it"

Before I could figure it out, Yi Nan said calmly: "The important thing is, no matter what, I cannot let the outside world know about my illness."

"I understand Mr. Yi. Yuanyou Group is in a sensitive period. This matter is of great importance."

I frowned, stood up and said, "If they insist on digging up some news, they can dig up my news!"

Both Yi Nan and Cynthia looked sideways.

I clenched my lips: "Let's say I'm pregnant and flew to Australia to protect my baby, so I contacted the hospital to pick me up. I don't want everyone to know the news before the wedding."

Cynthia rolled her eyes: "Once the pregnancy is revealed, it will be changed. What if your stomach doesn't change?"

I was startled, clutching the corner of my clothes nervously: "There will be changes."

I added: "Tummy."