Seventy-Four Will (I)

Shang Shiyu was in extreme pain. She knew that she was being unreasonable and that life was never controlled by anyone, but she was so afraid, so afraid that he would leave her.

She choked and put her arms around his neck again. He was angry and wanted to pull her hands down again. She immediately surrendered and begged, "Don't be angry with me, I was wrong... I will never say such things to make you angry again."

Tang Wei paused.

She touched his cheek, "Don't be so stern, okay? I promise I will never talk nonsense again and never be willful again."

How could Tang Wei bear to be really angry with her? Moreover, she was so humble to please him, which made him even more angry. He pulled her hand and hugged her tightly instead, patting her back with his big palm. His face had completely eased, "Shang Shang, you have to be good and be good, so that I can rest assured."

Otherwise, one day, he would not be able to rest in peace if he died.

He did not dare to continue saying this.

Shang Shiyu didn't dare to say the words just now, and tried her best to hold back her tears and hugged him tightly.

But no one could tell what the future would be like.

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Chemotherapy once a week was an unbearable torture for Tang Wei.

But, because Shang Shiyu was there, he felt that such days were much better than before.

During the Spring Festival, Shang Shiyu didn't go back, and stayed by Tang Wei's bed. Fortunately, the Spring Festival at Tang's house was very lively, and she was also very happy here.

But...

This good situation didn't last long, and Tang Wei's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse.

He lost a lot of weight and began to fall into a coma for a long time. The repeated fever made it difficult for people to wake up. The side effects of chemotherapy were too great, so it had to be stopped halfway. As a result, the treatment fell into a bottleneck period again, and the doctor had no way to start.

Shang Shiyu still stayed with him in the ward, even if he didn't wake up, she wouldn't leave. He occasionally woke up, opened his dry and pale lips, and wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't say a few words and continued to fall into a coma.

Shang Shiyu would collect the hair that fell on his pillow every day before he woke up. Everyone thought she would not be able to bear such torture,

but during this period, she did not shed a tear, and insisted with him with a belief.

In the hospital, all the doctors looked more and more solemn.

Tang Song used to be in the mood to joke with Shang Shiyu to liven up the atmosphere of the ward, but recently he became more and more depressed and less talkative.

Shang Shiyu never asked anyone about Tang Wei's condition, she was afraid that the result would destroy the belief she had worked hard to build without a trace. She hoped that everything would get better one day.

Isn't there a bone marrow transplant? After the bone marrow transplant, he will be as healthy as before, will wake up, talk to her, marry her, and then they will go on for a long time.

She lives in a world of lies she has built for herself, comforting herself and holding a glimmer of hope.

Until this day...

Shang Shiyu had just answered her mother's call from the staircase outside, opened the heavy security door, and was about to return to the ward when she heard the words of two nurses.

"What did the meeting just talk about? How is the condition of the fourth master?"

"Well, Professor Wang said that now we can only hope that the fourth master can hold on a little longer and survive until the bone marrow transplant."

"But if the chemotherapy is not effective, the transplant cannot be done."

"So..." the head nurse sighed, "Now I am afraid that the fourth master will not survive the chemotherapy."

Shang Shiyu's hand on the door was shaking violently.

Can't survive the chemotherapy...

What does it mean?

She took a few breaths and didn't know how much effort she had before she finally pushed the door open. The two nurses were surprised to see her, looked at each other in panic, and hurriedly greeted: "Miss Shang."

"What you just said... is it true?" Shang Shiyu held the door to prevent herself from falling down. I only felt a dark scene in front of my eyes.

The nurses looked at each other, and I looked at each other, but I didn't know how to continue. During this period, everyone saw Shang Shiyu's efforts, and they all knew how deep her relationship with the Fourth Master was. If the Fourth Master really left, it would be a devastating blow to her.

"Sister-in-law." Tang Song came out of the meeting room and saw her red eyes, and his eyes became more serious.

Shang Shiyu saw Tang Song, and his eyes flickered. Tang Song's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he just said in a deep voice: "I'll go out with you for a walk, so you don't have to stay in the hospital all day."

Shang Shiyu didn't ask about the illness in the end, she just said faintly: "I want to go back to my place and go to Tang Wei's place by the way."

"Okay. I'll go with you."

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Tang Song drove Shang Shiyu back to the community where she lived before. She always looked heavy, with her hands pressed on her legs, clenched tightly, her fingers almost pinched her palms to bleed, and she didn't let go for a moment.

Tang Song wanted to say something to comfort her, or liven up the heavy atmosphere, but he couldn't say a word.

Fourth brother's condition was so bad now, and he was not in a good mood. Besides, many things, if they had to be faced, she would have to face them sooner or later. In front of fragile life, all comfort was pale and powerless.

Shang Shiyu didn't say a word. When he arrived downstairs of the community, he went upstairs alone and took out the household registration book.

Then, the two of them went around to Tang Wei's villa and entered the password.

"Do you know where his household registration book is usually placed?" Shang Shiyu asked Tang Song.

Tang Song was not sure, "Maybe in the drawer over there, you can look for it."

Shang Shiyu was in the study, flipping through the drawers one by one. In the drawers, he did not find the household registration book, but turned out photos one by one. Countless photos, all of them were her.

In every photo, she was smiling and very happy.

Yes, when she was with him, she had never been unhappy. Even if she occasionally got angry with him, it was just a seasoning in the sweetness.

Shang Shiyu looked at the photos one by one, and her eyes were covered with layers of mist. This is what grandpa said, his family has collected many photos of her. When she came before, she didn't look through his things, so she didn't notice it.

If possible, she hoped that time could go back.

"Sister-in-law, when is your birthday?" Tang Song suddenly turned around and asked her.

Shang Shiyu sniffed, suppressed the bitterness in his stomach, and reported the number as calmly as possible.

"It's open!" Tang Song pointed at the safe, "The password of my brother's safe is too perfunctory, it's really your birthday."