I almost touched the moon

On Monday night, when Wen Song got off work, she felt sore in her back and waist, and her chest was aching. She dragged her exhausted body out of the laboratory, and as soon as she closed the door, she naturally fell into a solid and warm embrace.

"Dead..." Wen Song smelled the unique fragrance on Cheng Che's body, the scent mixed with cedar, which slightly relieved her tired and complicated thoughts.

Cheng Che hugged her and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, baby. What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Hakata Ramen." Wen Song sighed and muttered, "I'm tired and hungry. My legs and waist hurt after standing all day. Am I really going to die?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go back to San Francisco to eat." Cheng Che touched her head and said, "If baby doesn't think the one in Japantown is delicious, I'll make it for you when we get home, but you have to eat something else to fill your stomach first, how about matcha pancakes?"

"Yeah." Wen Song nodded and squinted his eyes and said, "Ok, the one in Japantown tastes weird... It's different from what I ate in Fukuoka... I want to eat what you cook, I'm so tired..."

Cheng Che kissed her again and said with a smile, "Go home quickly, eat the pancakes, take a bath, have a good sleep, and then you can eat ramen."

After returning home and taking a shower, Wen Song lay on Cheng Che's legs, turned sideways and let him clean his ears. The cotton swab used just the right amount of force to relieve the slight itch in his ears, which made him feel a little tingling. The sandalwood incense in the bedroom made him drowsy.

Just when Wen Song was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left chest, as well as chest tightness. She was startled awake and inadvertently took a breath and frowned.

"What's wrong, baby?" Cheng Che noticed her discomfort and asked with concern, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Song moved sideways and put his arms around his waist, and whispered, "I've been having a lot of pain in my left chest lately, but it should be fine. It's been more than ten years."

"Left breast?" Cheng Che frowned after hearing her words, and said with some concern, "During the last physical examination, you had breast nodules. I'll go with you to have a thorough check-up. Where do you feel uncomfortable now?"

"Here..." Wen Song pointed to the area near his left armpit and said, "I often feel a little pain, but it shouldn't be a big deal. It must be because I'm too tired from work recently and I'm often angry."

"Here?" Cheng Che tentatively touched the area she mentioned, and indeed felt a lump. "Yes, there is a lump. Let's go get it checked. I'll go with you."

Wen Song shook his head, yawned and said, "No, there's no need. Apart from the weekend, I only have time on Wednesday, but I've already promised Astrid that I'll go to the art museum with her that day. There's a mummy exhibition on Wednesday."

Cheng Che smiled and said gently, "There's no such thing as not going to the art museum. Astrid wants to see mummies, so we can take her to Egypt to see them this weekend. Baby, your health is important, let's go to the hospital first."

"You go with her." Wen Song raised his head and kissed the corner of Cheng Che's mouth. "I don't want to go out this weekend. I definitely can't go to Egypt. She has been talking about it for a long time. Don't let her down. I can go to the hospital by myself. It's just for a checkup anyway."

"But..." Cheng Che was still a little hesitant, and sighed softly, "But I'm worried about you being alone. How about this, I'll get up early in the morning and accompany Astrid to the art museum, and then accompany you to the hospital in the afternoon, okay?"

"One morning at the art museum is definitely not enough. Astrid wants to copy there. You should accompany her more." Wen Song hugged Cheng Che and touched his back to signal him not to worry. "I can go by myself. You can accompany her."

"Okay..." Cheng Che had no choice but to follow her instructions and said, "Then you must go. You must tell me the test results as soon as possible. Don't hide them from me."

"Okay, I won't hide it from you."

Wen Song raised his head and kissed him, then said a little sadly: "Ah Che, am I really old? I looked in the mirror recently and found that I have nasolabial folds, and there seem to be some wrinkles at the corners of my eyes... and oh, I even have neck wrinkles... I can't believe it myself, I'm actually 40."

"Are there?" Cheng Che picked her up and let her sit on his lap facing him. He looked at Wen Song's face and said seriously, "Let me see where the nasolabial folds are. There are none at all, no wrinkles, and no neck wrinkles. You are exactly the same as when you were in your 20s. Honey, have you forgotten that every time you took Astrid out, people thought you were her sister."

"Really." Wen Song said helplessly, "I really feel that I'm old. During the previous physical examination, the doctor also said that my breast hyperplasia is caused by hormone imbalance after entering middle age... Alas... And blonde hair is not suitable for me anymore. It's just that very suddenly, very light hair color is not suitable for me. I have maintained this cold brown color for many years..."

"It's okay." Cheng Che smiled again, "My wife's hair color is beautiful now, very elegant. Blonde hair needs to be bleached all the time, which is too damaging to the hair. Besides, honey, it doesn't matter if you get old. I'm old too. Why don't we grow old together? When one day our hair turns white and we can't walk anymore, you will still be the most beautiful Prof. Iseylia in the world, and I will love you forever."

"No way." Wen Song also smiled, put his arms around his neck and said, "You are not old, you are still as handsome as before."

"That's because I don't dare." Cheng Che said half-jokingly, "You are so obsessed with looks. What if I get old and no longer look good and you don't want me anymore? Look at my dad. He was so handsome when he was young, but now he doesn't look like him at all."

Wen Song smiled broadly after hearing what he said, and lightly hit him and said, "How can you talk about your own father like that? Be careful that Astrid will say the same thing to you in the future."

"She won't!" Cheng Che said proudly, "Astrid said that in her heart, papa is always the most handsome. Besides, I'm not my dad."

Wen Song smiled, leaned on his chest and said, "Yes, you are different. You will never become ugly."

Cheng Che also hugged her, put his arms around her waist, kissed her and said, "Of course, I definitely won't, don't worry."

As he spoke, he stroked Wen Song's abdominal muscles, smiling, and the kiss became more intense and lingering, "My wife has always been beautiful, and she has abdominal muscles... well... there is no difference from when we first fell in love. No, there are still some..."

"What?" Wen Song also bit his chest with a wicked smile, "If you say anything nonsense, I'll throw you out."

Cheng Che's hand went all the way up, from the waist to the chest, and he panted in her ear, his voice becoming low and magnetic, "Your breasts have become bigger..."

"Cheng Che!" Wen Song pretended to be angry and pinched his waist, "No! Not at all! You rascal!"

"Yeah..." Cheng Che followed her words and pushed her down on the bed. He hugged her and said, "But it was my sister who made me like this, so it's too late to regret now."

On Wednesday afternoon, Wen Song went to the hospital for a checkup. After receiving the checkup report, the family doctor said to Wen Song: "I will contact a professional breast surgeon for you, because the situation seems a bit complicated according to the physical examination report."

Wen Song was a little nervous after hearing her words and asked, "Is it serious?"

“It’s only BI-RADS3 at the moment, but judging from the results of two ultrasound examinations, the nodule has grown, and it’s unclear whether it’s benign or malignant.”

After seeing the specialist, the doctor gave the same diagnosis as the family doctor. He just said to Wen Song: "Professor, based on the test results, I suggest you undergo a puncture operation as soon as possible to biopsy the nodule and determine its nature. Don't worry, the surgical wound is very small and can be completed in half an hour. If you have no objection, I will arrange for you to be hospitalized for preoperative examination on next Tuesday or Monday, okay?"

After hearing her words, Wen Song fell silent. After several minutes, he asked fearfully, "So, if it is malignant, is it breast cancer?"

"You can say that," the doctor said bluntly, but soon comforted her, "But don't worry, the probability of malignancy for BI-RADS level 10 nodules is less than 100%. I recommend that you undergo a puncture surgery, just to ensure that there is % no deterioration and to take the most targeted treatment. Can you accept it?"

In just five or six minutes, Wen Song had made up her mind. She nodded and said, "Okay, let's schedule it for next Tuesday. When can I be discharged from the hospital at the earliest?"

"It will be on Wednesday. You need to rest well after you are discharged from the hospital. Don't overwork yourself or have big mood swings. You can have a follow-up check-up in 10 days."

As soon as he left the hospital, Cheng Che called to ask about Wen Song's examination results, "Baby, I took Astrid home. What are the results of the examination? Is she okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Song forced a relaxed smile, "It's just nodule, but it's benign, not serious. The doctor prescribed me some medicine, I take it on time, and I'll be fine after regular checkups."

"That's good." Cheng Che was also relieved and said to her, "Remember to send me the medical report. Don't hide it from me. What would you like to eat for dinner, my wife?"

"I don't have much of an appetite." Wen Song smiled faintly, still feeling depressed, "You and Astrid can eat whatever you want, it's all fine with me."