The text of the era of beauty 316, the world is unpredictable, and in the end, in addition to Ma Zhenyu, there are two friends who follow Wan Changsheng.

Everyone is young people under 20 years old, and they are all full of flowers in front of everyone. I never thought that words like cancer and death would appear so suddenly around you.

Although Xu Chaohui has never been very sociable, he is still very eye-catching and memorable. Every friend who has gone to Ningzhou No. 2 Middle School to strengthen the college entrance examination and the college entrance examination will remember him.

But what makes everyone feel even more touched is Wan Changsheng's attitude.

Everyone is a team and a group. When a partner who is not very sociable does such a thing, Wan Changsheng’s first expression is care and care.

This is a kind of empathetic love.

I know that if I encounter something, I will definitely receive such care.

So before Wan Changsheng said anything, the Damei Society with less than 100 people had spontaneously raised 5,000 yuan, and asked Wan Changsheng to express his feelings on behalf of everyone.

Huang Min even called for this intensive college entrance examination class, and the six or seven hundred art candidates quickly raised more than 3,000. After all, there were all children who had not made money yet, which was different from the situation where Damei Society was already working part-time to study.

Huang Min, who was addicted to recruiting, wanted to be summoned by the new class of art candidates, but was finally stopped by Wan Changsheng before leaving: "The training school will donate as appropriate. It is really not possible. I, a master, have a responsibility. Just express everyone's feelings appropriately. Don't over-expend this kindness. I will also inform Xu Chaohui of the situation at any time when I look back."

After getting on the bus, the two assistants who had taught Xu Chaohui were still a little depressed, especially the girl, which was hard to believe this: "Is it related to white hair?"

The doctors are more clear: "Maybe it's genetics, and lifestyle habits. The young man actually has nothing to do with tumors and cancer. The main thing is to encourage him to cheer up. My parents said that many patients lose their desire to survive and their whole body collapses soon. They must become stronger and fight to resist the disease."

Wan Changsheng is silent and focuses on driving.

Du Wen also called: "If you need it, my dad can contact the doctor in the hospital to provide some assistance."

Wan Changsheng said yes.

Continuing to focus on driving, the friends all noticed his reaction.

I thought he was worried about his apprentice, so I quickly tried to relieve him: "This is all fate. I really can't explain some things about fate. Let's try our best to help."

Wan Changsheng reacted and quickly adjusted his smile: "No, I just suddenly remembered my father, who died of cancer. Ma Zhenyu just said that it might be genetics, which means that I or my children have this possibility?"

Ma Zhenyu wanted to give himself a mouth: "I haven't studied medicine. Anyway, I've heard my parents chat since I was a child. Cancer, cardiovascular and other diseases are very common. It's a family history to check. Some genes are more likely to be more genetic, but overall it's still a life."

Wan Changsheng quickly got himself out of his state: "Next time I go to Pingjing again. Do you want to be with me? Ma Zhenyu, I have seen many beauties at Pingjing Drama Academy, which can inspire your creative inspiration?"

Everyone also thinks this is better: "Political Commissar Ma... It's time for you to use your photography skills. Follow the boss to Pingjing to have a good experience and let us enjoy our eyes."

Wan Changsheng was still curious about how the title of Political Commissar Ma came from.

It is said that Ma Zhenyu often takes photos of girls from the Damei Society and among the art candidates under the banner of heart-to-heart talks!

In addition, as the only internal member who is not from the Damei Training School, he is like a cadre sent from outside, and does not regard himself as an outsider at all. He is called this based on his name.

Only by talking about these things along the way can everyone’s emotions not be affected.

For young people, their entire lives have just begun and they have almost never thought about death.

Xu Chaohui suddenly reminded everyone.

When the Mercedes-Benz Off-Road Vehicle arrived at the hospital, it was dark. Given the busy congestion in the provincial capital, Ma Zhenyu also suggested that he had dinner outside the ring line before entering the city.

After calling Xu Chaohui's family, I found the inpatient department of the Oncology Department, and finally saw Xu Chaohui lying on the hospital bed.

This look scared the four freshman art students.

Even though Xu Chaohui was a little bit white, he was still alive and jumping around. But he hadn't seen him for a month or two, and now he looks like he's skinny and bone-like!

It's not entirely because of sudden weight loss, but because of the indescribable vitality, as if it's far away from this young man.

The whole person lost his vitality and lay limply on the bed, his eyes were deep and his cheeks were gloomy. He looked at his peers who appeared at the door of the ward without any energy.

To be precise, he, who won the college entrance examination prize for four or five years at No. 2 Middle School, was one or two years older than Wan Changsheng.

But now there is no youthful vitality at all. When Wan Changsheng and the others see clearly, their eyes trembled slightly, and most of them are unexpected.

Just like he was sick, had a medical checkup, and was hospitalized until now, Xu Chaohui had never taken the initiative to say anything to Wan Changsheng in the past ten days.

In his heart, he probably had no time to care about any relationship between the art world.

Or his whole world is already dark.

Wan Changsheng nodded at the door and signaled Ma Zhenyu first. The guy pulled Xu's mother, who was waiting in the ward, to communicate about the doctor and the condition. The girl was still sensible and helped Xu's mother.

From the dressing, we can see that Xu Chaohui's family is a countryman. Xu Chaohui, who received a bonus of one or two million, did not completely change his dressing habits at home.

Wan Changsheng thought it was a good thing, at least he did not spend money on money. He and the remaining boy walked into the three-person ward and sat beside the bed and whispered: "It was not until your family went to the No. 2 Middle School to complete the withdrawal procedures that we knew you were sick. First of all, there were 10,000 yuan for all the students and teachers of Damei Training School, and the money you have collected together. We will take you here to see you. Is there any difficulty?"

Nowadays, everyone has used their mobile phones to donate, so what Wan Changsheng showed Xu Chaohui was the red envelope rain in his cell phone group.

It doesn’t say that I hope Xu Chaohui will overcome the disease!

It’s Lao Xu who is strong!

Xu Chaohui certainly didn't expect that it would be the art candidate who came to see him at this time and raised money for him. When people faced death, they would inevitably become extremely fragile. Tears came out in a flash, and they were even more heartbroken: "I... I am only 23 years old and have never been sick. Why does it mean cancer? I can't imagine it, I really can't imagine..."

Wan Changsheng patted his hand: "My father died of cancer, but in fact he was sick for many years. He must insist on an optimistic attitude..."

If it weren't for hearing about Wan Changsheng's father, Xu Chaohui would have felt that he was standing and talking without any pain, but he wanted to cry even more!

Wan Changsheng turned around and said, "But he is already sick, and complaining about fate will be useless. I suggest that you can take advantage of this treatment period, pick up your brush, do your best to draw whatever you want, and put all your emotions into painting, because in this way, you can temporarily forget the troubles of illness and let all functions of your body operate as normal as possible, which is also helpful for treatment."

Xu Chaohui finally had a little listening expression.

Wan Changsheng signaled that the boy woke up just like a dream. He quickly took the plastic bag he was carrying, and finally understood why Wan Changsheng had to take such a bunch of painting tools before leaving: "A piece of painting clip can be used as an easel and it also contains twenty sketch papers and twenty color papers. Here are three boxes of various types of pencils, charcoal pens, and water-pink colors and brushes... I, I will buy a small bucket to wash as a pen."

Xu Chaohui burst into tears, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The patients and their families on the two beds next to them also looked here unexpectedly.

Maybe I haven't seen anyone who came to the ward to ask for painting to visit my friend.

Wan Changsheng was calm, but he leaned on the escort chair and felt the fatigue that he was rarely seen: "Old Xu, fate is impermanent. I know you must have thought a lot in your mind these days, but things have reached this point. If you don't strongly find your will to live, your parents will be white-haired people and send them black-haired people, and there is no room for recovery. Before people die, they all think that everything they have is natural. Only at this time can you see if you have strong enough willpower for life..."

Xu Chaohui's hand that he grabbed slowly began to clench his strength.

Consolation, inspiration, and unyielding. At this time, Wan Changsheng ignored what others thought, and just tried his best to encourage his disciple, and even opened his phone to find a group photo of the four beauties of Pingjing Drama Academy to brag about how there are so many beauty in this world, how can he give up?

When Ma Zhenyu and the others came back one after another, Xu Chaohui's mood had obviously improved a lot, and he could even squeeze out a smile.

With just one look, Wan Changsheng invited the two friends who had been Teacher Xu Chaohui to help Huang Min transfer money to Xu Chaohui. This surprised Xu's mother and she also said a lot of thanks at a loss.

But I pulled out and walked into the corridor with Ma Zhenyu.

Ma Zhenyu is indeed a bit like a political commissar. He has already figured out the general situation clearly: "It was because of his own throat. When he went to the hospital to see him, he suspected that he had lymphoma and was diagnosed quickly. Generally speaking, it was middle and early. I dare not say that it can be cured 100%, but it is better to find early than to find it later. At this age, he must have chemotherapy. In addition, he uses special medicines, which are very expensive but very effective. The medical industry even divides this medicine into different divisions of the times because it takes several chemotherapy times, and every time he has to use medicine like this. With the treatment cost and hospitalization costs, the amount is not small."

Wan Changsheng nodded: "What about his family's financial situation?"

Ma Zhenyu figured it out clearly: "It must be a treatment. His mother said that her family had bought three houses before and renovated the countryside house into a building. The countryside homesteads could not be sold. However, in order to avoid the purchase restrictions, the two houses in the city wrote the names of his two brothers. Now these two brothers are a bit selfish and think that cancer cannot be saved, which is a waste of money. I never thought that this money was earned by Xu Chaohui himself, so they just wanted to be greedy!"

Speaking of this, Ma Zhenyu was a little indignant: "Even Xu Chaohui's own house is not wanted to sell. Is this going to make Xu Chaohui die of illness in bed?"
Chapter completed!