Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

"I noticed that you have been attending my classes for a long time. How come you only now understand that a doctor cannot heal himself?"

The teacher had been observing Lin Feng for a long time. He didn't know what was bothering him, but he knew that the child had something on his mind. Finally, he knew to seek help from others, and fortunately, he was fine.

The teacher looked at the schedule taped to the inside of the notebook cover and said, "How about this? You come to see me on Wednesday afternoon."

Zhai Xiuming didn't know what Lin Feng and his teacher were talking about, but judging from the teacher's actions, he should have asked Lin Feng to go to his office to see him on Wednesday afternoon.

There are no classes in the school on Wednesday afternoon. Teachers usually reserve this afternoon for students who need help.

Zhai Xiuming felt that his chance had come. Not only did he meet Lin Feng in the library, he even waited at the door of Professor Zhao's office.

Every time Lin Feng came, he would see Zhai Xiuming sitting in the corridor with a book in his arms. When he heard someone passing by, Zhai Xiuming would look up to see who it was. If it was Lin Feng, Zhai Xiuming would wave at him; if it was someone else, Zhai Xiuming would continue reading his book.

Zhai Xiuming didn't know what question Lin Feng came to consult his teacher about, and he had never asked his teacher. Everyone has their own secrets.

Therefore, Zhai Xiuming didn't know when Lin Feng would show up on Wednesday afternoon. He just waited, waiting for Lin Feng to show up. After Lin Feng left, Zhai Xiuming packed up his things and followed him to the library.

After a long time, when Lin Feng saw the dog-skin plaster-like Zhai Xiuming again at the door of Professor Zhao's office, he nodded to him.

There is no more communication.

Lin Feng still attends psychology courses and continues to lead a boring study life.

There were even some rumors circulating in the school that Zhai Xiuming was pursuing Lin Feng and the so-called debate club was just a cover.

These two people who are so eloquent and excellent students who have published more than a dozen papers remained silent on this matter.

Both of them knew that this was nonsense, so why waste time on this useless self-proving thing? People's attention will shift with the emergence of new things, and not responding is the best response.

Zhai Xiuming once secretly asked Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, are you not going to respond to this matter? Or do you need me to come forward to clarify?"

Lin Feng turned his eyes away from the computer screen in front of him, turned his head and looked at Zhai Xiuming seriously, replied with only two words "boring", and then returned his gaze to the English literature.

"Are you really not going to join my debate club? You'd be a good fit." Zhai Xiuming asks this question almost every day.

Lin Feng’s reply to him is always, “I don’t have time.”

Only Zhai Xiuming knew that Lin Feng did not just go to school, he would sometimes leave school and no one knew where he went. But he was indeed very busy and all his time at school was used reasonably. In addition to necessary sports, Lin Feng did not have any entertainment activities.

"Lin Feng, have you still had that dream recently?" Professor Zhao asked softly to Lin Feng who was sitting next to him.

It was a hot summer. In the dream, the teenage Lin Feng was lying in front of a hospital bed, seemingly asleep, with his unfinished homework on the chair next to him.

In the morning, he had just accompanied his mother to sell wontons. Those wontons were wrapped in the early morning before dawn, and the stuffing was chopped at night and kept in the refrigerator. Chopping the stuffing early in the morning would disturb the neighbors, so Lin Feng helped his mother chop the stuffing every night and then went to the hospital to sleep with her.

On the hospital bed is Lin Feng's father, who had pancreatic cancer. It only took half a year from the onset of the disease to the time he lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

At the beginning of the year, Lin Hui just felt that his face was sallow, and he thought it was caused by the hard work. He was a maintenance worker in the engineering department of the power company, and the New Year was a busy time. In order to earn more overtime pay, Lin Hui took the initiative to take the New Year's duty. Lin Feng was about to take the college entrance examination. He liked mechanical manufacturing and heard that this major required a lot of money.

"Old Lin, why do you look so pale?" Wu Yan reminded her husband.

"It's okay. I guess I didn't get enough rest during the night shifts these days." Lin Hui didn't take this matter to heart.

After all, I'm not a young man anymore, and staying up late is really stressful.

Until one day, when Lin Hui's face turned as yellow as a newborn baby with jaundice, Wu Yan felt that this matter could not be delayed any longer.

"Old Lin, your face is getting yellower and yellower. Maybe there's something wrong with your liver. Take advantage of your rest today and go to the hospital for a check-up." Wu Yan was in a hurry to go to work, so she just reminded Lin Hui about this.

Lin Hui looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his complexion was indeed very yellow. His urine had also been yellowish recently. It might be because he didn't get enough rest and got irritated.

However, in order to reassure his wife, Lin Hui still followed his wife's advice and went to the hospital for a check-up, which lasted from morning to night.

When Wu Yan got home from get off work, there was no light in the house. She thought Lin Hui had gone to work the night shift again. She sighed, he didn't listen to any advice at all.

"Click." The lights in the living room came on, and a person was sitting on the sofa.

"Oh, you're going to scare me to death! Why don't you turn on the lights at home?" Wu Yan patted her chest and complained to Lin Hui.

When I got closer, I found that Lin Hui was sitting there with his head hung down, not saying a word.

Wu Yan pushed Lin Hui's arm, and Lin Hui raised his head, picked up a stack of checklists from the coffee table in front of him and handed them to Wu Yan.

Wu Yan looked at the checklist in her hand, which was a very thick stack, and felt that it was not a good thing.

Looking over it, I saw a lot of arrows on it, which didn't look good.

Wu Yan put the checklist back on the coffee table and held Lin Hui's trembling hand. "I don't understand these checklists. What did the doctor say? What is the disease?"

With so many test results, he must be sick, but Wu Yan couldn’t figure out what the illness was.

"Pancreatic cancer." Lin Hui raised his head with difficulty and said only these three words.

"What?!" Wu Yan only heard the word cancer.

"The doctor said he was not sure and asked me to go to a big city for a detailed check-up." After Lin Hui told about his condition, he collapsed completely, as if his spine had been pulled out.

"Then let's go check it out again. I'll go with you." Wu Yan felt that it must be a misdiagnosis. How could such a healthy person suddenly get cancer?

Lin Hui held Wu Yan's hand and looked straight at the door. "I'll go by myself. You stay at home to take care of our son. If he asks, just tell him that I went out of town for training."

Lin Hui patted the back of Wu Yan's hand and said, "Go cook. I'm hungry."

Wu Yan knew that her husband was comforting her. It was distressing for a person to go to the hospital for treatment alone, let alone for this kind of disease. How scared he must be.

However, my son will take the college entrance examination in more than a year, and this matter has not been completely confirmed yet. I cannot let this uncertainty affect my child's studies.