So Much For Love

"Miss Cecy, your examination results are out. The results... Are not very good."

Snow Cecy's heart sank, and her lips, which had no blood color, were even whiter. "Doctor, please tell me."

The doctor sighed with regret: "at present, it is confirmed to be brain stem glioma. The specific situation needs further pathological tests."

"Dong!"

Snow Cecy's bag fell on the ground and made a dull sound.

Brain stem glioma, Snow Cecy is not unfamiliar with this term.

She is a medical student and naturally knows the seriousness of this cancer. Judging from the current medical level, there is almost no possibility of cure.

Snow Cecy held her trembling hand, and her voice almost squeezed out from her throat: "how long can I live?"

The doctor could not bear to look at the thin and pale woman in front of him: "Miss Cecy, I suggest you be hospitalized for chemotherapy as soon as possible, perhaps it can prolong your life for a period of time."

Inpatient chemotherapy?

Snow Cecy pulled her lips numbly. She wanted to ask, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her brain, and then a nausea surged up in her throat.

She covered her lips and rushed out of the door before she could say anything to the doctor.

In the bathroom, Snow Cecy had just vomited and sat on the ground in cold sweat, holding the hand washing table.

Her head ached like a needle, and waves of stronger pain kept coming.

At first, she tried hard to bear it, but later she couldn't help it, so she raised her hand and knocked it hard on her temples to ease the pain in her brain.

But little effect was achieved.

In the intense pain, Snow Cecy suddenly wanted to hear the voice of that person.

If he knew she was so miserable, would he, would he have a little heartache?

The faint hope in her heart supported her to take out her mobile phone with trembling hands and dial out the familiar number.

"Beep -"

Only one sound, and she was mercilessly hung up.

Snow Cecy dialed again and again with her teeth clenched and trembling.

The other end of the phone finally got through.

Snow Cecy's eyes were sour: "Vicdor..."

Vicdor Blake's voice was full of impatience and disgust: "are you finished?"

The weakness in the bottom of her heart caused by illness is like being shot through by an ice arrow.

The rest of the words suddenly blocked her throat like cotton, and she opened her mouth like a babble: "I'm in the hospital..."

I'm dying of cancer.

But before she had time to say anything, Vicdor Blake rudely interrupted her: "get back before you die! Look at what your son has done!"

Mike?

The next second, a little boy’s voice came out of the phone with a cry for help: "Mom, help me!"

Snow Cecy shuddered: "what's wrong with Mike, Vicdor?"

"Mom, I really didn't push Aunt Sherry. Mom, you save me..."

The man's angry voice suddenly interrupted the boy's cry: "grab him for me!"

"Mom -"

The call was cut off, and the boy's last frightened scream was like a knife gouging out Snow Cecy's heart.

She got up and ran out of the hospital.

Half an hour later, warm winter villa.

As soon as Snow Cecy went in, she saw Vicdor Blake sitting on the sofa with a blue face.