"In the past, I often saw in books that people are always afraid of death when facing death. Whether it is beggars, poor people, people at the bottom of life, old people who have experienced most of their lives, and patients who are dying in life and death, they are full of fear of death and reluctance to leave life."

"Isn't there another saying that ants can survive."

"But, for some reason, I can't feel the fear of death at all."

"When I learned that I was in the late stage of gastric cancer, I was stunned at first, but then I quickly calmed down. I had no fear, no fear, no reluctance, and even felt a little relaxed, as if I had a lot of relaxation in a moment."

"To be honest, living may be a bondage for me, a pressure, and death may be more like a relief for me."

"Although it's a pity that the promise to Zhuo Shi has not been fulfilled. But sometimes when I think about it, when I leave this world, there may be a possibility of seeing Zhuo Shi again, and I have some expectation in my heart, looking forward to the coming soon."

"And this time, I think Zhuo Shi will not blame me anymore. After all, this is not me 'doing stupid things' myself, but God only gave me such a little time, which was God's arrangement."

As Fu Zhe spoke, a smile flashed on his face. In the smile, there was a little bit of happiness and a hint of expectation.

This guy is actually looking forward to death.

"So, please tell the person behind you, no matter what purpose she has, give up, what kind of persistence is there for a dying person?"

At this moment, Fu Zhe still regarded Zhang Kun as someone who sent someone else with another purpose.

Zhang Kun looked at Fu Zhe without saying a word, then quietly watched Fu Zhe bit by bit, slowly reaching the bottom of the wine in the bottle.

A bottle of wine should be 52 degrees of strong wine, Wu Bai ml, except for Zhang Kun, who took a few sips, then poured them all into Fu Zhe's mouth.

Originally, patients with gastric cancer should never drink alcohol and must absolutely avoid eating.

However, at the current level of Fuzhe, there is no need to avoid eating or eating. Usually, doctors will say that if you want to eat something, drink something, and wherever you want to go, take the time to take a look.

On the rooftop, the two sat for about an hour, drank and chatted, and drank a bottle of wine. Then they completely put Fu Zhe over, held the empty wine bottle in his hand, poured it on the wall, and fell into a deep sleep.

After patting Fu Zhe's face and confirming that he had no sense at all, Zhang Kun silently supported Fu Zhe with one hand, then walked along the stairs, left the rooftop, took the elevator, and came to the floor where Fu Zhe's house was located, and then opened the door with the key on Fu Zhe's body.

He carefully helped Fu Zhe into the bedroom, took off his alcohol-smoked jacket, and then carefully placed it on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

Afterwards, Zhang Kun and Zhuo Shi started rummaging through boxes and cabinets at Fu Zhe's house. Two minutes later, in the drawer of the desk, Zhang Kun found a list of examination results from a military district hospital in Yanjing.

After reading all the inspection results, some final luxury hope of Zhang Kun and Zhuo Shi finally shattered.

After looking at the inspection results sheet for a while, Zhang Kun said nothing, carefully put everything back on its original position, and then silently left here, left Fu Zhe's home, and left the community.

It was late at night, almost three o'clock in the morning, and the streets were empty and there were only occasional vehicles whistling by the main road.

After leaving Fuzhe Community, Zhang Kun did not call a taxi, but walked on the road, and Zhuo Shi was also following Zhang Kun at this time.

The two walked silently for a few minutes, and then Zhuo Shi in the air suddenly spoke softly: "I met Mr. Qi about ten days ago. After learning about your existence, I asked you clearly and found your address. I immediately set out to find you, so I don't know about Fuzhe's gastric cancer."

Zhuo Shi seemed to be afraid that Zhang Kun would misunderstand something, and explained.

Zhang Kun was stunned for a moment, then turned to smile at Zhuo Shi, without saying anything, but his expression seemed to be saying understanding or something.

The two continued to remain silent. Zhang Kun walked along the sidewalk for a while before turning to Zhuo Shi and whispered: "I was unable to help me this time, sorry."

Yes, just as Fu Zhe himself said, it has reached this point, and Zhuo Shi's commission naturally does not need to continue for a dying person.

"No, no, no, how can I say that? I am very grateful if you can come. And if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have heard Wang Qiang's words in my heart. No matter what, I am very grateful, really." Zhuo Shi said hurriedly. "And..." Zhuo Shi showed a smile on his face in the air: "Although I really hope that Wang Qiang can live happily, I am actually very unwilling to push the person he loves the most to other women."

"And now, although it's a pity, it's a good ending. Although it looks a bit heartless, I will soon meet Wang Qiang again. Thinking about it, it's actually not bad." Zhuo Shi covered her mouth and showed a smile.

Looking at the smile on Zhuo Shi's face, Zhang Kun didn't feel relaxed at all.

In Zhang Kun's opinion, this slight smile is not a bitterness. This so-called good ending is also a helpless ending.

Even if I feel unwilling, what can I do? After all, it is already like this.

Zhang Kun nodded and said nothing.

After taking a few steps forward, Zhang Kun paused, then turned to look at Zhuo Shi: "Okay, let's get here, don't send it, you can go back."

"Although he can't see you, touch you, or hear your voice, at this time, I think it would be much better if you could be with him."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhuo Shi nodded slightly and stopped in the air.

Zhang Kun nodded, then walked to the road and called a passing taxi. After the car stopped, he opened the door.

At this time, Zhuo Shi, who had been waiting behind, shouted: "Zhang Kun, thank you."

Zhang Kun paused, then waved his hand without looking back, got in the car, and after talking about the address of Siheyuan, the taxi started and left.

Zhuo Shi looked at the taxi that was gradually moving away, with a sincere and grateful smile on her face, and she bent her waist deeply.

No matter what, really, thank you, Zhang Kun!

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ps: The two-day break was because the rice planting at home was recently planting rice. Well, Situ was not planting rice seedlings by himself. Situ was a big fat man. Not to mention that he was not diligent in five bodies, but the rice planting job was really unplayable.

However, although I didn't go to the ground, I had to be responsible for the logistics of the past few days. The family hired a few people to help, including my family, and the meals of more than a dozen people were full of food. To be honest, it was really not easy. Then I occasionally went to deliver water, cut a watermelon, etc.

Now that I'm done, try to stabilize it.
Chapter completed!