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Chapter 31 Sandwich Cookies
There is a pack of cigarettes on the table.

Surveys by some scholars have shown that the higher the level of education, the lower the smoking rate, whether male or female.Lu Zhenzhong is not keen on smoking. Most of the time, he just regards cigarettes as a must-have for socializing.It is not ruled out that there are special occasions when you want to smoke one to relieve psychological pressure.

For example, now.

Lu Zhenzhong took one out of King Furong, and fumbled around for a lighter.Thinking of his father's change from smoking one occasionally to a few packs a day, and then to two packs a day, he resolutely stuffed it back.

Not deliberately putting away the cigarettes is a test of one's willpower.

As it turned out, he was a man of will.

At night, a man with willpower lies on his bed and bakes big cakes.

Maybe the pillows were too high, maybe the quilt was too thick, or maybe it was too bright from the open window.After trying various sleeping positions, Lu Zhenzhong still couldn't fall asleep, so he sat up angrily.

After examining the pillow and quilt with a critical eye, Lu Zhenzhong felt that it would be easier to close the curtains.

Lu Zhenzhong got up and went to draw the curtains.

The curtains were half drawn, and I almost lost my soul: Who is standing at the back window on the sixth floor opposite?
Why did he think it was Bingbulin without even thinking about it?

Lu Zhenzhong was so frightened that he quickly covered his body with the curtain.The problem of sleeping naked needs to be changed.

Taking a closer look, the north-facing windows on the opposite floor had also drawn the curtains.The female silhouette swayed on the curtain, big and small, and Bingbulin's shadow could no longer be seen.

The nerves in Lu Zhenzhong's brain gradually relaxed.He comforted himself and said: It's definitely not Bingbulin.A girl who drives an imported Mercedes-Benz CLA will never live in a high-density, low-green, unpretentious community like Anting Xinyuan.

wrong!Lu Zhenzhong hit his head.The point is not whether it is Bingbulin, but whether it is gone.Considering that he has turned off the lights, and the enemy is in the clear and he is in the dark, he should be safe.

The advantage of being surprised is that energy is exhausted, and when returning to bed, Lu Zhenzhong fell asleep amidst the guesswork of "yes or no".

Until Lu Zhenzhong went back to his hometown to pick up Lu's father, Sang Baiyue never took the initiative to contact him.Lu Zhenzhong, who firmly believed that Sang Baiyue would not sit idly by, was slapped in the face by the facts, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Fortunately, the stocks in the stock market are safely sold for cash.

Coupled with the new salary, Lu Zhenzhong, who holds more than 32 yuan, started a new journey of taking his father to the cancer hospital for medical treatment.

Lu Zhenzhong was obliged to ask for leave.

I wanted to rent a room near the cancer hospital, but Lu's father strongly opposed it, thinking that renting a room while having a family in Shanghai was a waste of money.He claims that taking a car is a kind of enjoyment for him, and he is not afraid of being tired from the car.Lu Zhenzhong thought, since he wanted to ask for leave anyway, it would be better to fulfill his old father's wish and let him ride a passenger car for two days to enjoy himself.

Sister Lu Mei came with her.When seeing a doctor, Lu Mei also followed her, familiarizing herself with the layout of the hospital in advance.It is impossible for Lu Zhenzhong to ask for leave all the time, there will always be times when she takes her father to see a doctor alone.

With the support of advanced machines and experienced experts, at 4:50 pm that day, before leaving get off work, Lu Zhenzhong got the diagnosis certificate.

Lu Zhenzhong had been mentally prepared for a long time. Facing the diagnosis certificate, he could still read the diagnosis with calm eyes such as "Diagnosed with non-small cell lung cancer-squamous cell carcinoma, central type, and tends to grow into the lumen, which has caused atelectasis". content.He checked the information and found that this type of lung cancer is more common in elderly men and is closely related to smoking.

Seeing his son's emotional stability, Lu's father felt a new hope surge in his heart.Father Lu's eyes were shining brightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Baba waited for his son to smile at him, and said: It was a false alarm.

Lu Zhenzhong accidentally met his father's earnest gaze, and his heart trembled.

Do you want to tell Dad the news of the diagnosis immediately?

Should he tell his family about the news of the diagnosis? He asked the wife of a classmate who is a doctor, a friend who also majored in psychology, and checked a lot of information on the Internet.Now everyone basically tends to tell the patient himself.

Tell the patient himself and give him the right to make decisions about his life.

Just, in what way to tell?
Lu Zhenzhong was confused.Sister Lu Mei's attitude is very clear, she is still "hiding".When you can't hide lung cancer, let's talk about it mildly.

When Lu Zhenzhong was in a daze, Dad Lu couldn't wait, so he grabbed it by himself.

After wandering his eyes for a while, Father Lu saw "diagnosed", "lung cancer" and "stage II-III". The light in his eyes disappeared instantly, his face turned pale, and the red on his lips disappeared.

Only after seeing the facial changes of Lu's father did he realize how accurate the word "turned pale with shock" is.

Lu Zhenzhong quickly persuaded his father: "Now is different. Now many cancers are like chronic diseases. Dad, don't worry."

Father Lu grabbed Lu Zhenzhong, his legs gave way, and he almost knelt down: "Son, you must save me. You must be willing to spend money to see a doctor for me!"

Lu Zhenzhong grabbed his father with both hands: "Dad, don't worry."

Lu Mei was dragged to ask for directions, and when she turned her head, she saw her father yelling for her younger brother to spend money to save him.Shocked, he stood in place like a puppet.She thought that Dad would cherish money more than life.After all, he was the one who dragged his cough and refused to see a doctor in the first place.

With Lu Zhenzhong's support, Father Lu managed to get back to the car.The whole way back to Jiading, Lu's father was sobbing like a child who lost his favorite toy.

"I kept thinking, it's not true, it's not true, it's true at the end of the day."

"Why am I the unlucky person? Why am I so unlucky!"

"I'm going to die. What's the matter?"

Lu Zhenzhong pretended not to be distracted while driving, biting his lips into a line.Lu Mei sat in the back, silently passing a napkin to her father after a while.

When we arrived at Xinyuan, Anting, Jiading, after getting off the car, Father Lu managed to walk home with all his support.It seems that there is some truth in concealing patients.

After the diagnosis, it took several days to determine the treatment plan.Genetic testing and immunohistochemistry should be performed to see if targeted drugs are available and to see if they can benefit from immunotherapy.If the two are not enough, chemotherapy will be considered.There is a waiting time for each test result.

Lu Zhenzhong originally planned to take only one day off to take his father to the first consultation and at the same time take his sister to familiarize himself with the hospital environment.When the inspection is done later, let my sister bring my father over.

Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Ever since Father Lu found out that he was diagnosed with lung cancer, he suddenly became weak-willed and physically weak.Not to mention emotional instability, he still needs help to walk.Lu Zhenzhong really couldn't get away, so he had to continue to ask for leave from his work unit.

After asking for three days off in a row, Han Jicheng, the deputy project leader, called him, and his voice was expecting Ai Ai.Although he couldn't see his face, it was conceivable that Deputy Team Leader Han must be very embarrassed.

"I know something happened in your family, and I shouldn't disturb you easily. But, I really can't bear it anymore. I suspect that we are going in the wrong direction, and I need you to come back for a seminar."

Lu Zhenzhong glanced at his hunched and mournful father, and sighed deeply.

After the call ended, Lu Zhenzhong realized that he hadn't picked up the steamed bun his sister handed over.

"Eat it, I bought it in Yonghe Dawang. Pad your stomach."

Lu Zhenzhong took it silently.

"Your company boss called you to go back to work?"

Lu Zhenzhong looked up at his sister, then slowly shook his head.

"I've heard it all. I still won't admit it."

Lu Zhenzhong wanted to explain that he was a subordinate, but felt it was unnecessary.

Everyone is a biscuit, and at the same time is the filling in the biscuit.

(End of this chapter)