"You are taking medicine to treat the disease, but you are taking your life to work. Don't you know that your disease requires rest? Have you been short of money lately? I said earlier that the problem of money..."

"Doctor Nie, I will go for a review in a few days, thank you very much." Song Lishu hurriedly interrupted Nie Ziyu.

Every time she mentioned money, she would divert the topic.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Lishu returned home, Huo Baiyuan stuck to her to speak, but she didn't even have the strength to respond. She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Just thinking about going to bed, it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

After taking a shower, Huo Baiyuan opened his arms towards her. Before he could hold Song Lishu, he suddenly saw Song Lishu lying softly and weakly on the bed.

"Nianwei!"

Huo Baiyuan hurriedly hugged Song Lishu.

Song Lishu covered his chest with his hands, raised his head, and opened his mouth, as if unable to breathe, his small face flushed.

"Nianwei, what's the matter with you?" Huo Baiyuan saw that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

Song Lishu slowly raised his hand, pressed his head, and suddenly patted twice in pain, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Head...head hurts."

It feels so painful that it's about to split.

Just as Song Lishu was in a daze, Huo Baiyuan suddenly grabbed Song Lishu's waist, lifted her horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Lishu subconsciously clung his arm to the man's neck and looked at him in panic.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu in the bathroom, put it down on the bed, and then leaned over, lowered his head, and quickly got close to Song Lishu's face.

Song Lishu hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, stared at the man above with wide eyes, and squattedly asked: "What...what?"

Huo Baiyuan blinked and said frankly: "Nianwei, I want to kiss you."

Song Lishu shook his head vigorously: "No."

Huo Baiyuan asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Song Lishu was speechless for a while.

why?

Because she is not really Jiang Nianwei.

Huo Baiyuan curled his lips and put on the look of aggrieved face again. With a pair of expectant eyes, he stared at Song Lishu straightforwardly: "Just a kiss, it's really just a kiss, okay?"

Watching Xia like this, Song Lishu's heart seemed to soften into a puddle of water in an instant, with ripples.

How to refuse?

She couldn't refuse.

"Then... only a kiss on the face is allowed."

Huo Baiyuan nodded: "You take your hand away and cover your face."

Song Li's letter thought it was true, and put down her hand. Just as her hand withdrew from her lips, Huo Baiyuan suddenly lowered her head and pecked on her lips.

Song Lishu was stunned, staring at Huo Baiyuan in disbelief, but saw a sly smile on the corner of the man's lips, and said with a grin, "You have been fooled."

Poor is like an abandoned child.

At this moment, she must be at home, holding the clock, counting every second, waiting for her to go home restlessly.

"Doctor Nie, how is my condition?" Song Lishu asked.

Nie Ziyu looked at the report in his hand, breathing slightly, "It has deteriorated."

Song Lishu's face was stiff.

Yeah, as expected, isn't it?

Of course, things like cancer only get worse. How can it get better?

Song Lishu clasped her finger helplessly, and asked, "Then how long will I...how long can I live?"

"Lishu." Nie Ziyu put down the report, looked at Song Lishu, and said, "Don't always feel that you are going to die. All you have to do now is treatment. A positive and optimistic attitude also has a great impact on the condition."