When I went to college, I had a terminal illness, and the doctor said I’d live two years at the most.
I was so busy getting paper towels from my school bag, but tears had fallen.
The doctor pushed the paper quietly to me, and I took one and started to wipe my tears.
Tears are rubbing more and more.
Do you know what it’s like to have a terminal disease at a young age?
It’s probably like, when a doctor who wasn’t too impatient to read my checklist, he said, “It’s here to study.” Where’s Mom and Dad? If they’re not far from home, let them come to the hospital. I’m sorry.
I said, “My parents are gone. I’ve been with Grandma. I’m sorry.
And the doctor paused, and said, “Then ask Grandma to come and see what will be done and what will be done, and we need to consult with our relatives.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, I smiled and I cried: “It’s okay, you can tell me. I’ve asked the doctor what these tests mean, and I think I know something. I’m sorry.
The doctor didn’t talk.
There was a lot of noise outside the clinic, but it was quiet inside.
In this rare quiet, I feel like I’m drowning.
We said, “My grandmother was old and illiterate, and she never came out of our little town, and did not know how to sit on high iron.” She’s got high blood pressure. I’m afraid she’ll know later.”
I can’t go on.
The doctor was silent for a moment and said, “It’s mainly your disease that many of the subsequent treatments need to be signed by relatives, otherwise we can’t treat you. I’m sorry.
I covered my face with paper towels, one by one, and it was all wet.
The doctor whispered, “You are a young girl, but you are not in the final stages of your illness, and medically, there is still a great chance of being cured. It’s important that we fight the disease. I’m sorry.
One.
Out of the hospital, I got a call from the counselor.
“Hello, Guan-ting? Your roommate said you had an emergency the other night. I’m sorry.
“I may have cancer. I said:
It took her a few seconds to silence her to comfort me: “Don’t worry, Chong Cing.” Now that you’re so advanced in medicine, and you’re so young, you’re gonna fix it. I’m sorry.
I said, “Hmm.”
She also said: “My husband’s uncle is a doctor attached to the doctor. Send me the test form on your hand, and I will ask him for help. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
The phone hung up.
I stood on the sidewalk, tears came up and the number of red and green lights became blurred.
The red and green lights became red and green, and the pedestrians stopped and left, and they switched over and on.
There was a girl who passed on my shoulder and then turned back, bending over and patting on my shoulder, handing me a little towel and an orange.
“Don’t cry. She whispered.
I looked up at her, and her face fainted in tears.
Sorry, sorry, I didn’t have the strength to thank you today.
But I wish you well, and you will always be healthy and never suffer the same pain and despair as me.
The red light turned green and she went away.
I stand up and wipe my tears.
In the streets of the cold wind, the orange is held in my hand, and it is warm.
Hangzhou’s temperature is low, and there’s a few cinnamon trees that smell sour.
I was in the hospital in this cold cinnamon.
Only the counselor knows the extent of my condition, and the roommates and the best friends think I’m just going to have a little surgery, and even joke to me, “Oh, it’s over.
They smiled, and I laughed, and I smiled, and I turned to cover the red eye.
My cousin’s call was made the evening after I finished the hospital.
She was anxious to say that she was coming to Hangzhou to sign me and that she had left her mouth shut while she was packing.
“Your grandmother is stubborn, saying she’s going to Hangzhou to look after you. I can’t stop you. I’m sorry.
I’m quiet down.
My aunt couldn’t wait for me to say, “I should’ve gone with your grandmother, but she didn’t have to say that old people in the family needed me to take care of them.” I’m sorry.
What’s weird?
She’s got an old man and she’s helped me a lot over the years. That’s enough for distant relatives. How can they let go of her family’s work to take care of me?
I know that. Grandma knows better.
I laughed, “No, cousin. I’d appreciate it if you’d come and sign. It’s all right. I’m sorry.
Her voice is a bit guilty: “I didn’t do much to help. I’ll transfer you some money. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but say, “No cousin, I opened a photo studio, and I had money in my hand. I’m sorry.
“If the money is not enough, tell me not to hold it alone.” I’m sorry.
She can’t see, but I can’t help it: “Thank you, cousin I’m sick, you keep my secret, and I don’t want Grandma to be the poor target again. I’m sorry.
I wasn’t too young to remember.
The only thing I can remember is the white house full of courtyards, and Grandma cried so badly, and the folks were holding her, and the eyes were tender.
For those who have been strong for a lifetime, the insinuation of sympathy sometimes seeks to cause people to flee.
My aunt hung up. I called Grandma.
The phone was picked up after a few seconds after the dazzling bell rang.
Hello, Tsing?
I couldn’t bear to cry when I heard her voice.
I’m such a loser.
I spent a few seconds trying not to make myself cry and then I said, “Well, it’s me. Have you had dinner?”
On the other side of the phone, the sound of the train station was hidden: “At the front of the train, at Hangzhou Station, please prepare the passengers who are getting off the train.” I’m sorry.
And so she answered me in the sound of the newspaper, “Eat, today we made radish soup. It tastes good.” I’m sorry.
Liar.
I said, “Don’t lie to me. You’re in Hangzhou, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
We said, “How did you get in the car? You can’t read. I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed, “I can’t read, but I’ll ask.” I’m an old country lady, and you know I’m uneducated and patient with me. The guy next to you, he looks about your age, and he gave me a nice cup of noodles. I’m sorry.
I was blindfolded and I couldn’t speak.
She was silent for a moment, and she said, “Why didn’t you tell Grandma when she was sick? Do you know that I’ve been thinking all the way to Hangzhou that our family is alone, that she always picks up food and is afraid of pain, that she’s sick, that she has someone to take care of her, and that she won’t cry. I’m sorry.
The world seems to be quiet for a second.
I pressed the silent button with my hands and feet so that she would not hear the crying that I could not crush.
Few people come to the corner of the porch, and the sunset falls with the last twilight, and I can’t stand, hold the window frame and cry without a sound.
Two.
Grandma stayed in Hangzhou.
In fact, my days at the hospital are not too painful, if not for the severe pain caused by the transfer.
There’s a heart-friendly kitchen near the hospital, which only pays a few bucks for gas, so you can use a pot bowl.
Grandma gets up before 6:00 a.m. every morning and goes to the food market in Hangzhou.
She always buys the freshest gills even though they don’t speak the language, soaks a little salt and gives me white gills tofu soup.
And a lot of memories besides food, it hurts a little.
It’s certainly painful. The sun-tanned skin in the summer was burned as soon as it was administered.
The loss of hair is a pain in the ass. As you know, the most common cry in the dormitory of female college students is “I lost my hair again.”
Now remember, I was really Versailles.
It was a few drops, and now it’s a fall.
The pillows, the sheets, the bricks, all of my hair.
I went to a barber shop nearby and told the barber I had to shave my head.
I thought I’d cut my hair from long to short, and the hairdressers were careful to ask me if I was in love.
But now I say I’m gonna shave my head, and the barber’s eyelids aren’t up, so I don’t know what to say.
Shaving your head, $25.
Maybe it’s weird, after all, being near the hospital, another old shop that’s been open for over a decade.
It’s funny and sad.
I closed my eyes when the razor shaved my first hair.
And when you open your eyes, your head is so bright.
I stood up and looked in the mirror myself, a bald head.
It’s just a little new at this point. It’s too late to be sad.
But when I turned around, and saw my grandmother crouching on the ground, and I was picking up my hair, and suddenly I felt my heart was pierced.
“So good hair. She said, “Beware of it.”
The barber didn’t say anything, turned around in the back room, came out with a ribbon, and handed it to Grandma: “Your girl’s hair will be so long after this.” I’m sorry.
Grandma leaned on her head, and she leaned over her head.
The hair she had in her hand, which was tied to a butterfly with a ribbon, was black, but it was as if it reflected light, and my eyes were sour.
I was in good shape during the pre-treatment.
Because there was no real pain, except for the doctor who told me after the film, you’re not good here, here, here.
But all those cancer cells are on film, and I don’t have a clear sense.
There’s even a lot of energy to fix the film on your head, to make an end up with the client, and to make more money for the medicine.
But then I couldn’t.
Later, my pain nerves became particularly sensitive.
I expect the doctor to give me painkillers almost every hour, because I feel like I’m alone only when I have painkillers.
A man with dignity, a clear mind and a full sense.
Not a ghost that can’t breathe, but cannot die, in a painful sea.
The painkillers have worked very well, but they can’t.
I really feel like I’m gonna die alive when I don’t have the painkillers.
I don’t even have the strength to say one word.
But tears flowed uncontrollably, from the corner of the eye to the pillow towel.
Fortunately, I’m sweaty and they probably don’t quite know whether I’m sweating or tears.
I used to hum when I was in pain and said, “No, I’m in pain and I’m gonna skip school.”
Now I know that at the height of the pain, the mind cannot focus.
I can’t remember, for example, whether I said the words “I can’t live” when I had the pain of falling apart.
One night I woke up and the clock in the ward pointed at 3:15 in the morning.
In total silence, my brain is completely empty.
But the second I saw my grandmother, who was crumbling on a military bed, it occurred to me that I had indeed said the six words.
I can’t live.
Why did you suddenly think that?
Because I remember my grandmother crying in my head and my mind.
An old lady so strong, who never showed me a bit of pain, cried in my arms.
3
The doctor came to check the room the other day and said he was going to get special effects to help us.
But he failed to answer my question about how long I’m going to live.
Grandma should have noticed that the doctor was not unable to answer, but rather that the answer was too cruel, and he did not want to expose it.
Otherwise, this old woman, who can’t spend two hours a day with a doctor, suddenly loses her faith in modern medicine and goes to the big and the big temples of Hangzhou, trying to give me a hand with Buddha.
The room began to produce more mahogany swords, more exorcisms, more things that I could not name, but that looked very deep.
The chief nurse criticized them several times, so when the doctor and nurse came to the room, the grandmother hid them; as soon as they left, they hung them with their eyes open.
I laughed at her, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
She’s secretive: “Ting, don’t be afraid. Grandma went to worship Buddha two days ago and met a man in the temple. She’s a late cancer. She’s been alive for over a decade. She says she can help you in two days. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s new friend, Lee, is from our hometown. I called her Aunt Li.
Aunt Lee diagnosed cancer 17 years ago. It’s also late. It’s the medicine.
But now she’s alive, clean and beautiful, and she can’t tell if she’s been fighting cancer.
She came to me with a basket of fruit, and then, after chatting, touched me softly with a needle on my back, with a bruised and bruised hand: “You are almost my daughter.” Well, if your mother were still here, how much would it hurt to see you suffer? I’m sorry.
I’m actually fine, because I don’t have a mother when I was a little girl, and my feelings about mother love are always weak.
But Grandma’s not like me.
That was almost immediately on her heart.
The old lady, who had lost her daughter and looked at the loss of her granddaughter again, choked.
Aunt Lee whispered to her, “Don’t cry, aunt. Tsing is in bad shape, but it’s better than I was. I can fix it. Tsing is so young. It’s better. I’m sorry.
Grandma, John’s Eye, asked her, “When will she return to Hangzhou? I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Doctor?”
Aunt Lee smiled at me with the horns: “A senior Chinese doctor who has been a doctor for generations, Fong. We have been calling him a doctor for years. I’m sorry.
Grandma was busy asking, “How does this doctor treat her?” I’m sorry.
Aunt Li said, “They’re using a diet treatment. You know, cancer cells are also cells, you need nutrients. You’re hungry for a while. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s nodding.
I couldn’t help but say, “A while I was hungry, cancer cells were starving and normal cells were starving. I’m sorry.
The smile on her face was flat, and she said, “Doctor Fang, who has his own treatment, eats with Chinese medicine, will target the target to feed the normal cell. I’m sorry.
What’s with the Chinese medicine, and the eyes.
And I was groaned, but I did not wish to spoil Grandma’s pleasure. The little old lady is real. It’s been a long time since she smiled like that.
So I was holding my forehead and showing up, and Aunt Lee said she wanted to leave.
She also felt free to talk to me. She left the room and talked to her grandmother for a long time.
By the time I woke up asleep, it was dark.
And she knitted her scarf next to me, and saw me waking up, laughing at me, and matching the red scarf with the red scarf, “Wait a few years, you will wear it.” I’m sorry.
I laughed too.
But I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through the year.
Grandma put down her sweater needle, and said, “Your Aunt Li said that Dr. Fang, though he was in Hong Kong, had a strong sense in the land, and that he might go back to his home to sweep his grave later in the year, and I would go to him.” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fang is the old Chinese doctor who cured Aunt Li.
I shake my head: “Do you really believe what she said? I’m sorry.
Grandma said, “Didn’t you see your Aunt Lee’s diagnosis list and her photo at the time? It’s a late cancer.” Isn’t it Dr. Fang’s fault that you can eat and sleep alive? I’m sorry.
And I shook my head, “Bye, I don’t believe in this kind of a healer.” I’m sorry.
Grandma stopped arguing with me.
But modern medicine, it seems, is not even going to be able to keep me alive.
When Ting Gui was blown down by the northern wind, I fainted several times and was sent in to rescue him.
I can’t eat much anymore. Grandma spent hours making me soup. I had to drink a few.
It’s all on nutritional fluid.
And when I showered, I saw myself in the mirror, a thin bone, and two cheeks in deep, and one eye looked bigger and scary.
I can see these. Grandma can see them.
One day she came in with two bowls, one for me and the other for whom she didn’t know.
I had half the soup, and Grandma left with the keg.
“Your grandmother is bringing soup to the attending.” I’m sorry.
I’m holding.
She went on to say, “Your grandmother, seeing you in bad shape, wants to put red bags on the doctors, so that they may be more careful.” She’s afraid to use your life money to keep you from getting sick. I’m sorry.
I feel a bit dumb, “Every day?” I’m sorry.
She noded her head: Yeah, since your last rescue. You don’t know? Oh, no wonder. You’ve had a hard time sleeping. I’m sorry.
She folded her clothes and said to me, “Well, the doctors said, “No soup, they’ll fix you.” Your grandmother, she’s panicking. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head and drank soup and felt the spoon twisted.
A tear fell down and fell into the soup.
This afternoon, I felt like I could’t breathe, my heart was beating so hard, my ears were squeaky and sharp, I opened my eyes and my eyes were white.
I raised my hand to ring the bell. I couldn’t even lift my hand.
In chaos, I caught the thought that I would probably die.
I can’t really remember the whole rescue, and when I open my eyes, it’s dark.
I know, it’s over again.
But how many more?
Grandma sat by my bed, and under the light, her hair was so white.
“Ting, let’s let the doctor you told me about, just try it, okay? I’m sorry.
The sound is almost begging.
I took a long breath, “Okay. I’m sorry.
If it’s not cureable, at least Grandma will feel better, won’t she?
4
What I’m surprised about is that Dr. Fang doesn’t look like the kind of liar I imagined.
From looks to clothes to words, it’s quite sturdy.
Dr. Fong is a very kind little old man who gave me a pulse and asked me to make it clear.
He then introduced hysteria and showed me a piece of information.
I’m still in the same question: “If you die of cancer, other normal cells will go hungry.” Maybe the cancer is still alive. I’m already dead. I’m sorry.
He laughed: “The Western doctor says chemo, you should take chemo, too, and those who attack human cells without distinction. Otherwise, if you don’t have a skull opener, why do you shave your hair? You’ve read books, you’ve got a culture, you know, these pills you’re taking not only attack cancer cells, they’re also attacks on fur cells. I’m sorry.
He’s not fast, he’s quiet.
When I didn’t speak, he laughed: “Some young people are biased against Chinese medicine, I understand.” After all, you’ve been taught science since you were a little boy, and you’ve never really known the things, the chemistry, the vagaries of Chinese medicine, or the obscenities of the art. I’m sorry.
Then he went on and said, “If I’m right, your grandmother invited me, it’s because the Western Doctor has failed you.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, that’s all that matters.
I took my breath slowly, and that sense of weakness kept me surrounded.
Dr. Fong observed my deformity, and my airways: “Well, then follow my plan. I’m sorry.
In his programme, the first consultation cycle was two weeks.
In these two weeks, I can only drink his Chinese medicine, and I can’t take anything else.
Dr. Fang said, “If you were supposed to get out of the hospital, you’d still be unsure, let’s see what happens after this. I’m sorry.
And when he came out, he added a new sentence: “Then you will believe me.” I’m sorry.
Two weeks later, my indicators improved.
It’s much better than the target.
Grandma was a real doctor, and I still doubt it.
Because, at this time, I’m taking special effects at the same time.
When we experiment at school, we control variables.
Now there are two variables, special effects and Chinese medicine, and I really can’t get better at that.
That’s exactly what I said when Dr. Fong and Aunt Lee came back to see me.
Dr. Fang smiled: “You must speak scientificly, and you have used other kinds of special effects before. You should know the effect. Can you exclude variables? I’m sorry.
I was silent, and Dr. Fang said nothing.
It was Aunt Li who opened her mouth: “Ting, your grandmother is asking for money, you know? I’m sorry.
Borrow money?
The nails suddenly tighten up the palms.
The currents in the bathroom were loud, and it was Grandma who was there to wash the fruits, prepare for the doctor and Aunt Lee.
She went on to say, “The old man is old, and I can’t afford to borrow thousands of dollars. I told you, you don’t have to pay me back, Tsing is as big as my daughter, and I feel bad. But Tsing, she borrowed even from me and all the relatives and friends around her are afraid of it. I’m sorry.
I look down at a drop of needles on my back and suddenly it hurts so bad that even my breath hurts.
It took me a while to find my voice: “I thought we were rich.” I’m sorry.
Since I passed out last time, I’ve transferred all of Kari’s money to Grandma’s account, so I’m afraid I’m not gonna be able to pay for it.
It’s been a while since she’s had enough money. She always said there was.
So it’s time to ask someone who’s only a few months old to borrow money?
And Aunt Lee said, “Your grandmother has spoken before, and she says she can do it, and she’s starting to earn money in college.” But I’m sure she didn’t tell you. You need tens of thousands of special effects. I’m sorry.
Grandma brought out the washed fruit, so we stopped talking.
She didn’t realize, and she laughed, “Come and eat the fruit Dr Fong.” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fang rises and pushes the fruit plate over her: “Eat more fresh fruit, be well, and take good care of her.” We won’t eat, we’ll go. Let’s see if next month we’ll continue. I’m sorry.
Grandma hesitated: “Doctor Fang is leaving? Have a seat. I’m sorry.
Dr. Fang stopped: “But I have to say in advance that if I were to be treated here, the second course would really not be able to touch anything in Western medicine.” I’m sorry.
Grandma also sent him, and he left her in a trance, and lamented: “Take care of yourself, too. You seem to have lost weight more than you last saw.” I’m sorry.
I looked at Grandma with my lips.
It seemed like it was empty.
All I know is how much weight I’ve lost since I was admitted to the hospital, but I didn’t notice, and my grandmother lost so much weight.
Dr. Fang’s back disappeared outside the door.
Grandma turned around and said, “Hey, this doctor is a busy man, and he won’t be here long. But he’s a brilliant doctor. It’s only been two weeks, and you look good. I’m sorry.
I haven’t said a word, and she didn’t even notice. “Look, I forgot, you can’t eat, you can only drink Chinese medicine. I’m sorry.
I’ll grab the oranges and hold them in my hand.
Grandma was surprised and then she laughed, “What’s wrong, Mo?” I put it away so you don’t see Moe…”
I held on to the cold oranges and asked, “Are we out of money?” I’m sorry.
The smile on her face is frozen.
“Are you asking a lot of people to lend me money to see me? I’m sorry.
Grandma didn’t talk.
I can’t imagine her asking relatives and friends to borrow money… how old people in their 70s, who have not been too low in their times of hardship, bended over for me.
How many times does she bend and how many times lower before she can lend me one?
I leaned on my head and wept a drop of tears, blocking my throat.
“You return the money, I’m leaving. I said:
Grandma was up, “No way! You’re not getting out. I’m sorry.
And I dryed my tears and made a smile: “It’s not like I’m out of the hospital. I’m taking Chinese medicine from Dr. Fang, and his medicine works well.” I’m sorry.
Grandma hesitated.
How can you sound confident and calm?
First you have to believe it, then you can convince the audience…
“That’s the effect of special effects. It’s not as good as focusing on doctors. You heard Dr. Fong before he left. He said the second course of treatment would never touch Western medicine again. Do you hear me? I’m sorry.
Grandma was stunned and noded: “Doctor Fong is right. So, let’s go home and drink Chinese medicine and fix it. I’m sorry.
5
The doctor took the time to talk to me in private and told me that, although the situation had improved, it was still very serious and did not recommend that I be discharged.
In addition, he asked: “I heard from the nurse that a Chinese doctor came to your room and introduced you to a diet therapy? I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “It does work. I’m sorry.
And he thought, “Well, it’s the best thing to do, Chinese medicine has been in history for so long, and there must be something in it, and we’re now advocating for Western and Central medicine. But after all these years, I’ve met a number of fake Chinese doctors. Of course, not that your Chinese doctor is a liar, but there’s a lot of grey areas in here. You and your grandmother should be careful. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and I just asked, “Isn’t I too good to cure?” I’m sorry.
He groaned for a moment and replied, “I have seen patients who will survive for decades at the end of the day. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he was trying to pull out a nice and gentle language in a very bad state of affairs.
The cold evening wind came through the windows, and I pushed the windows, reaching out and feeling the night wind.
Colder, I need colder to speak with enough courage.
“It would be better for me to use both special effects and Chinese. Dr. Gong, I know. But I don’t have any money. You don’t know. My grandmother borrowed money to treat me. I’m sorry.
Ugh, still crying. Guan-ting, that’s so lame.
“When I was in high school, Grandma was going to pick up the junk for my tuition. One time after school, I went with my classmates and met Grandma on the way, who was going through the trash to pick up bottles. She yelled at me, and I was afraid that my classmates would laugh, pretend they didn’t hear me, and then she turned and left. You see, I used to hurt her so badly, so ignorant. I’m sorry.
And the more my tears flow, I wipe them, and I say, “Then I thought, when I grew up, I would be kind to Grandma.” Let her eat, live in a big house, take her around the world. I’ve just been able to get her to dinner, and everything’s stopped. I’m sorry.
My hands were blindfolded and my fingers were blown down by the wind, and soon I was wet by warm tears.
“She’s in her 70s, borrowing money for me. She didn’t even think about how an old lady would pay if I left. Still picking up bottles and selling junk? Then I’m dead and worried. I’m sorry.
The doctor handed me some tissues.
I put paper towels in my hand, trying to pull out a smile: “It’s gonna take tens of thousands of dollars for a special effect, and a month’s Chinese medicine for a Chinese doctor.” Forget it. How can it not cure? Maybe I’ll go home and drink Chinese medicine. Thank you for your care and that of the other doctors and nurses for the months. When I am well, I will bring you a flag. I’m sorry.
He was silent for a long time, about to see me being too low and patting on my shoulder, so he took it easy: “Then I look forward to your banner, so do not break my promise. I’m sorry.
The phone rang, he picked it up and left in a hurry.
Before he went out, he stopped and said, “Chang, please call me if anything happens.” Remember, you’re still my patient even when you’re out. I’m sorry.
He waved his hand at me, he held his handle, and he walked fast: “Hey, I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
And far from that, the evening sunshine outside the porch put a tan on his white robe, which was the last picture left to me by the doctors.
So warm, so ironed.
I’m out, back home.
Dr. Fong said that our home country’s clean water show is of good quality, air quality, water quality, suitable for disease.
Yeah, I’ve got him another month’s medicine.
The medicine used was more valuable and the amount of it was higher, and the fees were significantly higher.
But fortunately, the film that was previously repaired has been followed up, almost all of it.
When he learned that I was running out of $3,000, he said, “It’s all right. Thirty-seven thousand is 37, and it’s most important to cure you. Three thousand dollars is for me. I’m sorry.
“Thank you very much, Dr. Fong.” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong laughed nicely: “Don’t thank me, silly girl, take care of yourself.” I’m sorry.
On the ninth day of my life, I’ve been delirious, my ears have become squeaky and I see everything I want.
But I put up with it because, as Dr. Fang said, the more weak the more drugs are, the more patience is required.
The result of that patience was that I was hooking up with my neighbor ‘ s baby baby, and it was suddenly black and red, and I couldn ‘ t tell her to stop crying.
Knock, knock, knock.
I heard my heart rushing.
And I can hear her crying out of her throat, and the sound of her footsteps.
Ah, and she’s holding my hands tight, so rough and cold.
I want to talk, but I can’t even move my finger.
There’s a void in front of us, and all the senses seem to be failing in an instant.
I passed out.
When I opened my eyes in the emergency room, I finally wrote to Dr. Fong to ask if he should stop the drug, but found out he had deleted me.
I can’t believe my eyes.
Dr. Fang’s grandson played with his cell phone. Did you accidentally delete the wrong person?
I called him again, and over the phone, the cold woman’s voice was repeated: the number you called was empty.
On the other side, Grandma asked me, “Why can’t your Aunt Li’s phone be reached?” I don’t think there’s any more time to pay her ten bucks. I’m sorry.
I’m on the move, my senses are not back, but my hands are sweating.
“Your grandmother says you’re hungry? Don’t lose weight when you’re young. I’m sorry.
He looks a little like the attending of the doctor, and I’m not wearing glasses, and he’s like Dr. Gong.
When I remembered Dr. Gong’s words,
“Such a long history of Chinese medicine, there must have been something wonderful about it, and we are now advocating Western and Central medicine. But after all these years, I’ve met a number of fake Chinese doctors. I’m sorry.
Liar.
He said liar.
As if there was a sharp lightning in the clear sky, and those things that weren’t right became wired, and I went straight through.
The old man from the temple…
The magic old Chinese doctor…
He urged me to save money to get out of the hospital and to confirm that I had no money and that I had disappeared.
The great panic spread from the soles of the feet to the ceiling, and it only took a moment.
The doctor looked at me and said, “Hey, girl, don’t cry, just don’t lose weight. I haven’t said anything yet. I’m sorry.
And I died in my blanket, and I kept my tears from coming down, and I tried to calm myself and say, “My grandmother may not have said clearly that I was not losing weight, and I thought this would cure my cancer.” I’m sorry.
The doctor seems to have reacted to something, whispering, “It’s not a diet therapy, is it? There’s a lot of liars taking this to the top. However, it is not possible to generalize that approach as if it did save some people. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Yeah, but those two people who gave me a diet therapy disappeared. I’m sorry.
“Call the police.” I don’t care if I’m a liar or not. I’m sorry.
Six.
The police came quickly, Grandma’s soup was not ready, and they have heard the story.
Both police officers are named Lin, the older, the older, and the younger, the latter.
Kobayashi police couldn’t help but say, “You don’t seem to have enough anti-fraud awareness in college. Don’t you think he’s such a doctor? I’m sorry.
Old Lin looked at him, and he stopped talking.
And I leaned on my head, trying to hold my tears: “Yes, I was a loser, and I doubted it at first, and I believed it.” I’m sorry.
I don’t want to think about it anymore.
All I know is they took the last $37,000. I want to be hospitalized and put on chemo. I’m out of money.
“Don’t cry, girl. You can’t blame yourself for this. You want to survive. You have to try to save your life. There are only a thousand thieves, and there are no more thieves. I’m sorry.
Kobayashi also seemed to be waking up, and slowly consoling me: “Girl, don’t worry, the phone numbers are now registered.” According to you, they’ve been in and out of the hospital a few times, and surveillance is possible. Don’t be afraid, this saving money will come back for you. I’m sorry.
Help the money.
It’s really saving money.
And I went with my fame, and I saw my grandmother crouching down to collect the broken soup, and said, “It’s too hot, too hot.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know how much she heard and what she thought, but it was like she was losing her soul, so she went bare-handed and went to get the china, and she didn’t hold it, and her finger was cut out.
She didn’t find out at all, but she kept her head down to pick up food that fell off the ground.
Kobayashi took her wrist in haste: “Don’t do it, old lady, your hands are cut.” I’m sorry.
Grandma didn’t listen to me and said to herself, “I’m old and I can’t do this little thing. It’s useless.” I’m sorry.
Then she cried, wiping, and she cried: “I am useless, I sent them up to deceive me, I sent them up. Tsing, it’s Grandma who killed you
The nurse didn’t have time to stop it. I had to get out of bed.
It’s strange how I’m a late cancer patient who looks like he’s going to lose his breath at any moment, but at this moment I’m pulling the old lady up.
She held me tight, white hair and old eyes.
I’ve grown so tall that I can easily hold her skinny shoulder.
“You didn’t hurt me, Grandma, but those two liars. Don’t cry, I’m waiting for you to make me some soup. I’m sorry.
When I fainted, my neighbor’s uncle took me to the hospital in his van.
So the folks knew I had cancer, and they paid me $200, $300 for my medicine.
When the neighbor’s uncle came with an old red note, Grandma almost cried.
We said, “Take it back, I have no power, nor will I want to cure it.” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘You do not have to pay for this, and you must cure it.’ You’re the first Z in our village to take the exam, and you’re waiting for you to come home and tell your brothers and sisters how to learn. I’m sorry.
That sounds familiar.
Dr. Gong’s banner, his neighbor’s uncle’s methods of learning, and then again, it’s just the law that inspires me to live.
I laughed, my eyes were too shallow, my tears were on my eyelashes.
I went back to the paramedic or Dr. Gong took me.
And he said with his face on his face, “Looking on you to send me a flag, alive and in peace, how can you do this to yourself?” I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m sorry, the liar is so much alike, I gave him all my money, and I didn’t realize it was a trick until I died.” I’m sorry.
He raised his eyebrow and said, ‘You are not allowed to say that in my ward.’ Now that you’re back, just live your life, you hear me? I’m sorry.
His cell phone went off again, and he was in a hurry, but he turned to the following phrase: “I applied for a special fund to cover 70% of the cost of special effects, so that your grandmother wouldn’t worry about money.” I’m sorry.
The white robe disappears outside the door, and I hold my hand on my forehead, and I think it’s too familiar and too humid.
Shortly after he left, the door was crowded in again.
It’s a few of my best friends.
I’ve been in the hospital too long, and the guacamole has fallen, and snow has fallen.
The goldworker’s internship is over long ago. The hammer’s almost finished.
Friends don’t feel right. They’re after me on the phone.
Of course, it’s the same way you’ve been asking questions: You’ve decided to stay in the hospital and chase him?
I laughed and typed: well, I did, and now I’m in the hospital.
Full-mouthed train.
So when they stand in front of the bed, with their eyes red, and they curse me, I will not return my mouth.
Then they were told, “I am a patient, and he cannot cry. I can’t help you crying. I’m sorry.
They slowly accepted the fact that I was sick, and suddenly they said they wanted to cut off the long wig.
And We said: “At most, I will be a Liu Hai for you. I’m sorry.
And there’s no doubt about it. It’s been punched in the chest again.
It’s just that this time, it’s very restrained, it’s light on the cotton, and not even an ant.
They know I’ve been cheated off by a liar, and they’re so angry they’re going to pull the willows.
“Do you have any pictures? I’m going to the Invisible Temple! I’m sorry.
“This kind of liar must be a habit, and it’s too bad!” I’m sorry.
Finally, we even discussed the bad idea of dressed up to go fishing in temples to enforce the law.
And I laughed and laughed, and began to drive them: “Go back and study, and when I return to school, I will copy your notes.” I’m sorry.
So they came to hold me one by one, even though they were ready to fight the liars, and suddenly they brought a cry.
“You have to be good, okay?”
I will, of course I will.
When friends left, the room was quiet again.
The phone suddenly had several text messages, all of which came from the bank.
“Your account *9632 was transferred to funds in the amount of $800 on XX of 20XX on XX of 20XX. I’m sorry.
“Your account *9632 was transferred to funds in the amount of $5,000 on XX of 20XX. I’m sorry.
“Your account *9632 was transferred to funds in the amount of $5,000 on XX of 20XX. I’m sorry.
I’m familiar with the names of the senders, the ones I just saw in the elevator.
The smile on the lips was not over, and the tears suddenly fell, ticking, all over my phone screen.
There’s news flashing in the small group: just in time for a scholarship, it’s money for your wedding. If you return the money, we won’t go when you get married.
I dry the screen and type when I cry: No, I don’t want it. When I get married, not only will you give me the money, but you’ll be my bridesmaid.
Please, God, give me a chance to buy drinks for the folks.
Please, Lord, give me a chance to seal the bridesmaid’s big red bag.
Please, I really, really want to live.
7
By the second snowfall in Hangzhou, cancer cells had been transferred.
Dr. Gong said, “Tsai, you’re lucky to have cancer all over your body, but your mind is clear. I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, maybe God wants to do something with my head. I’m sorry.
I did want to do something while waiting for the police to bring the liar back.
There’s a “pregnancy effect” in psychology, saying that when you become a pregnant woman, you’ll find that you can always meet a pregnant woman.
It’s the same for me.
When I was deceived, I suddenly found out that so many patients had been deceived.
Medical care, mythology, fake Chinese medicine, fortune teller…
The trickery of all kinds has taken advantage of the patient’s and his family’s spirit of survival and has taken away their last hope.
Writing stories of deception and sharing them with various groups of sick people, forums and websites can save a family from being a family. That’s what I meant.
But what I didn’t think was that there was a family that had been fooled by the same doctor and Aunt Lee and found me on the Internet.
I’m really tired, I’m asleep, I’m awake.
So it’s already night when you look at that message.
But the other one quickly passed my Twitter friend’s application.
When he added a friend, he called me.
“Hello, Guan-ting? I’m Ray. You can call me Ray. I’m sorry.
He said that if he hadn’t seen my answer, he still didn’t know that Dr. Fong and Aunt Lee were liars.
“They lied to my mother the same way they lied to you! My mother used to go to the temple to burn the incense the year she had cancer. The woman said she had breast cancer, it was late, and she was cured. Then Fong came out, dressed like a human being, and talked to my mother to drink his Chinese medicine.
“His Chinese medicine is far more expensive than Dr. Chang’s, and I was beginning to wonder if I didn’t want to see her at the time when the girl named Lee was trying to get away. I wouldn’t dare to say it without saying it.
“Fung’s and Lee’s are trying to get her out of the hospital. When she got out of the hospital, my mother’s illness looked better, and now she thinks it might be psychological, and she feels saved, and she feels better and healthy.
“And then I infected her with the flu, the entire immune system collapsed, the condition deteriorated so that less than two days after she was sent to rescue, there was no one left. I always thought it was me who killed her and I even gave those two liars a funeral and sent them to dinner at my mother’s white table. I’m a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he choked.
I didn’t talk, but tears have slowly fallen.
“Rag, it’s not your fault. After their treatment, my cancer cells spread throughout my body… It’s not your fault that they’re lying in the name of Chinese medicine. I’m sorry.
Rego sucked his nose, and said, “Look at me, the man you called your brother, and you’re so emotional, you laugh.” I’m calling you to tell you, it’s probably because I’ve been showing my confidence. I’m sorry.
Rego pretended that his grandmother, who had already died, was suffering from cancer and begged Dr. Fang and Aunt Lee to come to the hospital to persuade her to accept Chinese medicine.
Two desperate men immediately arrived at the hospital.
When they followed Reyko into the ward and saw me lying on the bed, they almost immediately realized what was going on and left.
Reeko, a Northeast man, blocked the door and couldn’t leave.
“Come and have a word. He smiled.
There was a lot of noise in the ward, and I was lying on the bed, and I looked at the two “olds.”
Dr. Fong still looks like a fairy tale and Aunt Lee still looks good.
In stark contrast to me on the bed, and Grandma on the bed, who was extremely old.
I haven’t spoken yet. Aunt Li spoke first: “What are you doing? Where’s Hongmen?
My grandmother tried to beat her as soon as she saw her, and I grabbed her and said, “You liar! Liar! I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong played ash that did not exist on his slugs, and asked in writing: “Grandmother, I can’t understand you.” What liar? What did I lie to you about? I’m sorry.
Grandma yelled, “You lied to us and said you could cure her, and you stole her life-saving money!” I’m sorry.
The old lady, who hasn’t had a face in her whole life, yells at her neck.
Dr. Fong smiled: “The patient is paid for, and he’s meant to be.” Didn’t I show you? Didn’t I give you the medicine? How can you lie to me about what I wish? If she dies, do you still have to be treated? I’m sorry.
He cursed me to death.
Grandma fell flat and fell on the armchair with her heart on her back, and he pointed to the doctor, “You bastard! You are not a man!”
For the first time, Dr. Fong picked out the eyebrow, and for the first time, I saw what he saw as contempt: “I’m not human.” Don’t forget, madam, you had to introduce us to Guan-Cing! If it wasn’t for you, why would your granddaughter drink my Chinese medicine? I’m sorry.
The sentence is like a knife, and the sentence stabbing the heart.
It’s hard for me to calm my grandmother away from blaming herself.
“Doctor Fong, I see you’re going to force your wife to die.” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong turned to Reyko, and said, “Ray, you don’t believe them, do you think I’m a liar? I’ve seen a lot of patients like this, and once it gets worse, I’m ready to throw a pot to the doctor. I mean, every individual is different, and it’s normal to be sick. If there’s a bit of bad news, call the doctor, who’s going to treat him? I’m sorry.
The sister-in-law of Li, who had been angry with my grandmother at the beginning, now seemed to have found the heart of the Lord and followed her to peace: “Yes, it is, being a doctor is a great risk and eating a good meal of conscience. If you don’t appreciate Dr. Fong, how can you let him down? I’m sorry.
It’s a good song and a good black and white mouth!
It was their malice, their blurry focus and their attempt to make me and my grandmother look like a doctor.
Shameful and mean!
I tried to speak on several occasions because of the mild sound of the disease and the fact that Fong was trying to cover it up loudly when I spoke.
I reached out to hold the glass on the nightstand, and I went to the ground.
Bang!
The sound of broken glass gave the room a moment of silence.
I finally got a chance to say, “Dr. Fang, Aunt Lee, long time no see, long time no see.” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong wants to speak, and I lift my hand: “I’m sure I haven’t lived for a few days, so let me finish. I’m sorry.
“These days, I’ve been focusing on the criminal law. Section 266 of the Penal Code provides for fraud. What is fraud? Deception of larger public or private goods for the purpose of illegal occupation, by means of fiction or concealment of the truth, is called fraud. I’m sorry.
“You said you’d pay for it and you’d love it. But this desire was based on your deception — when you and Aunt Lee said that cancer could be cured in your way, and that was how Aunt Lee’s cancer was cured at the end of the year. I’m sorry.
I have spoken too much and needed a pause to continue with my strength.
Aunt Lee took advantage of the opportunity to say, “We didn’t pack a ticket and say we’d be cured. Do you have proof that I can tell you that?”
Rego broke her up in cold blood: “Listen to me now! I’m sorry.
I laughed with gratitude at Rego and continued: “I forgot to tell you that in a fraud, even if the victim was wrong, it would not prevent the fraud from being committed. In other words, you used the wrong information to seduce me and Grandma, and even if we were wrong about you, it would not affect the fact that you have committed a crime. I’m sorry.
Aunt Lee and Dr. Fang were silent and exchanged eyes.
I was breathing again, pointing to the cell phone, and the last one of the tweets, the old Lin police said, “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
“As for the evidence — though I changed the ward, when you came to me to lobby, the patient and his family next door were not hard to find. The People’s Police are on their way. Please don’t underestimate their abilities. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, brother, I wasn’t sure they were coming at first, so I’m telling the police now. I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, nothing to waste the police, I understand. I didn’t know at first that they were real. I’m sorry.
Dr. Fang suddenly changed his attitude and laughed: “Why is it so big and why are you calling the police?” There must be some misunderstanding. There was no fraud, nor was it intended to give you the wrong idea. It’s all about saving people’s lives.
Now we have to argue.
I said, “Oh? So it’s all for help? If that’s the case, then why did you hack me after you stole my last cent and why did you cancel my phone? You’re back in the spring, you’re treating money, not sick? Did you ever think I’d save my life with that money when you ran away? I’m 20 years old and I want to live! I’m sorry.
I’ve been in the hospital too long, and my voice has become dumb, and at this point my heals are so full, it’s a broken voice.
Grandma poured me water, a pair of old eyes, covered with tears.
And I drew out the paper and delivered it to Grandma: “Don’t cry, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
Grandma choked, “It’s all my fault, Tsing, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong also threw the pot: “Yes, your grandmother asked me to treat you, and I did not force you.” I’m sorry.
It’s so strange that I’m in pain all over my body, and I’m only in my head: “It’s time for you to let my grandmother take over for you.” My grandmother is looking for a doctor who can save her life. Are you? You’re nothing but a con artist. From the beginning to the end, my grandmother only wanted to save me, and if she did something wrong, the source was you! I’m sorry.
Grandma didn’t talk, but her tears fell.
Aunt Li said, “What a terrible thing to say.
I put the glass down and the sound was completely muted: “Li, don’t bother picking him up, you don’t think fraud has nothing to do with you?” I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter with me? I didn’t give you medicine! I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk to her about fraud at the heart of fraud anymore. Now, I just want to ask her one question.
“Your diagnosis forms I’ve seen before, and the doctors say they’re true, which is one of the reasons why I believe you. But I don’t understand…”
Speaking of which, I’m snorting again.
“I don’t understand why, if you’ve been as miserable as I have been, you’ve been with someone else to take away my life-saving money. I’m sorry.
I leaned on my head, and my tears were still falling.
“My grandmother also made you sausages and gravy, and said thank you very much…”
She stopped.
I wipe my tears and drop the last sentence: “But you really don’t deserve it! I’m sorry.
Aunt Lee is silent, Dr. Fang pulls her sleeve and says, “Sang, don’t be angry. You need to be emotional. If you’re like this, you must be tired today. You rest. I’ll pay you back for your treatment. I’ve bought the medicine and you’ve been drinking it.
As he said, he wanted to go, and Reyko was staring at him, “You’re not finished with him, you’re not finished with me! You have to let him rest, but you have to come with me to the police station!” I’m sorry.
He’s got a foot nine, like a hill, and he’s in front of Dr. Fong.
It’s really scary to be angry and distorted.
Dr. Fang said, “What are you doing? Don’t move! I’m sorry.
The door of the ward was pushed and the police and Kobayashi were present.
The Old Lin Police said, “Someone is going to the police station? Is it you, Liu Jianming?” I’m sorry.
Dr. Fong stopped, “You…”
Kobayashi police quickly said, “It took a lot of time to get a fake license plate and find out what you’re doing, but even if you don’t want to go out there, we’ll be at your house soon.” I’m sorry.
I understand that Dr. Fang is not only a fake doctor, but also a false name.
Dr. Fang, no, the moment Liu Jianming heard the police call out his real name, it was a complete misunderstanding, and it was only repeated: “It was a misunderstanding, really, it was a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
He said, “Is there a misunderstanding? We’ll find out. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and Grandma, and he looked a lot softer: “You’re in a very special situation, and I’ll have to check it out after I’ve finished my notes. If you don’t have to run, you’ll come to the hospital. You’re safe, okay?”
In fact, the moment I saw them coming in, my string was loose.
At this moment, the pain in the body is beginning to become clear again, one, two, a thousand points, and I want to cry all over.
I choked, “Okay, thanks Uncle Lin. Uncle Lin, can I have another whisper? I’m sorry.
And he came with his ear, and I whispered, “I know that you will have a longer case, but I do not know if I will last that long.” When the money came, Grandma had to pay back the people’s money and promised not to give me a funeral, and she would certainly not give herself much left. I also have a card with $28,000 in it, which is where I sell photographic equipment and leave it to my grandmother. When I’m dead, buried, there’s no place to spend money, you give my card to Grandma. The password is her birthday. The bank card is in the smallest drawer of my home desk, and there’s a suicide note. My grandmother can’t read, and you read it to her. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure if I was wrong when the Old Lin Police looked at me again.
I asked, “Can I?”
He nods his head: “Put it on me. I’m sorry.
Grandma asked, “What can you say to me? I’m sorry.
When the Old Lin Police closed their eyes and turned to Grandma, the people’s police looked so serious: “This is a little deal between me and Guan Cing.” I’m sorry.
And I closed my eyes, and cut off from Grandma’s doubt, and said, “Go, I am tired and I want to sleep.” I’m sorry.
The door is open and closed.
Fong’s arguments, Li’s quarrels with him, Reyko’s scolding and Kobayashi’s “Shut the fuck up”.
The only thing I can sense is my grandmother holding my hands tight, as if she’d never let go.
When I opened my eyes, she looked at me, “What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Did you weave that scarf? I want to wear it. I’m sorry.
Red sweater scarf, warm wraps my neck.
And Grandma’s rough but warm palms, and softly over my cheeks.
I closed my eyes.
I’m tired and I really need to get some sleep.
Sleep till nightfall, sleep until the sharp buzz of the test instrument does not wake me.
I put this scarf on, and no matter how far away I go, I’m afraid.
It will be light, no matter how late it is.
And I, Grandma, have hand-weaved scarfs.
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[Exhales]
On the day Guan Tsing left, there was snow in Hangzhou.
When we got a call to the hospital, we all wore black.
Guan-tsing was still looking at us, and he smiled.
She was speechless, with only one eye and stubbornly refused to close.
Grandma couldn’t cry, “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” I’m sorry.
So a tear came down from her eye.
She had a new scarf in her hand, red, fine hairlined feet.
And the other side of the scarf was held firmly by her grandmother.
The scarf was as if it were a metaphor: a bond between the old and the young until the last moment of the life of Tsing.
If you ask me what she’s like, I’ll say she’s a little liar.
She said she’d take us when she got married, not only us, but us as bridesmaids.
And? Not only did this little liar run away without asking us for a red bag, he didn’t even give us a chance to be a bridesmaid.
In these years, no one can deliver the money in their hands.
She loved her fortune and died, but she changed our image.
I’m just kidding, but I know that this guy Guan-tsing makes money because she’s had a hard time since she was a kid.
Growing up bitterly, you’re on your own. The money they earn from their own work cannot be spent much. It’s a simple logic, but it’s sore to think about.
I’ve known her for so long. She only drank once. She was drunk and I knew it was her parents’ birthday. Turns out she had only one grandmother, and Mom and Dad had an accident in her elementary school…
I don’t get it. She’s in such a mess. Why are you giving her cancer? Don’t you always say luck is the same? How come it’s bad luck to get to her?
Or, Jesus Christ, do you think she’s too bad for you to look at, so you want to take her back to heaven as a fairy?
Please, it has to be like this. Otherwise, her grandmother didn’t even think about it. The 70-year-old lady, the girl in our bedroom, and the police officers who worked on the case, each knitted a scarf.
Old Lin police said they were not supposed to accept it, but he knew that it was a part of the old lady ‘ s trust.
Grandma said it’s good to watch us girls wear scarfs.
My parents told me to visit Grandma a lot, but they didn’t say I would.
She’s my grandmother. I’ll have two.
By the way, God, remember to say to Guan-tsing that both liars have been convicted and are now in prison. The police also solved several cases. The stolen money was also recovered, and the Old Lin Police helped save the card she left for her grandmother, who did not have to worry about her retirement.
The worst of all, there are us. She’s gone. We’re Grandma’s granddaughter.
At her funeral, we met Reeko.
What a tough Northeast guy. He cried so hard when he gave Guan-ting a scent.
Actually, I understand him. After all these years of believing that he had indirectly killed his mother, and blaming himself, he had finally found himself a victim, with both anger and relief.
These liars should all go to hell.
Rego said that he would write about his experiences of being deceived, like Chong Tsing, and be a con man, so that more people would know the way of liars.
“To save a family is a family. He said the same thing as Guan Chong.
Actually, I’m not surprised.
Because those who have struggled in the abyss are too aware of each other’s sufferings and always want to pull the others. Relationships between patients are sometimes more precious than gold.
Except that Aunt Lee.
Unlike Dr. Fong, she is not a complete liar.
Dr. Fong can’t fight a Chinese doctor. He’s a gambler in chess. But Aunt Lee, it’s true that the real deal actually got cancer and survived.
That is why I can’t figure out how hard and how desperate it is for cancer patients and their families to profit from them in cold blood.
Maybe she wasn’t unshakable during the deception.
This is also why, during her interrogation, she told the story of the fraud of the doctor she knew.
Bad people sometimes find out that they are too late and too costly.
But we won’t let that cost go to waste, and there’ll be more of us in the anti-fraud squad of Rego, except for me, and Si and Rae.
My young, wise and brave friend Guan, I think you may rest in peace.
Ah, the ashes that burn the money.
Guan Cing, you must have heard everything I said.
Then you must bless Grandma’s health and long life.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
