The president is dying every day

The man introduced himself, "My name is Jiang Huan, and I was admitted to the hospital a week ago."

"My name is Ren Chuan." Ren Chuan suppressed his gentlemanly demeanor abruptly, and stretched out his hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you—"

Before shaking hands, Ren Chuan suddenly stopped, Jiang Huan's hand had just scratched his foot.

It's not really a grip, and it's not a retraction.

Jiang Huan shook hands with him, "Hello, hello."

Ren Chuan looked at his hand, which was a little stiff.

Jiang Huan sized him up, "Hey, what illness did you come in for?"

How could Ren Chuan have fallen into his glory, "Small problem, I was discharged from the hospital not long ago, just a little athlete's foot..."

"Huh?" Jiang Huan was a little surprised, "But... this is the oncology department."

"Oh... oh!" Ren Chuan snapped his tongue abruptly, "...Beriberi has spread to the stomach, causing damaging gastric tumors, which are in the advanced stage."

Jiang Huan didn't understand what kind of disease it was, so he nodded perfunctorily, "Oh, it's quite serious."

Ren Chuan looked him up and down, and he was alone, not seeing anything wrong, "Then you..."

Jiang Huan was serious, "Fatty liver tumors caused by corns growing on the liver."

He added, "Late."

"We..." Ren Chuan didn't expect it, "It's all late."

Jiang Huan clapped his hands abruptly, "What a coincidence."

Ren Chuan didn't expect that he just met a beauty who liked him so much, but she had advanced liver cancer. He probed, "How long can you live?"

Jiang Huan thought for a while, "Two months? Three months? Half a year?"

Ren Chuan looked at him with concern, "How are you... now?"

"It's pretty good." Jiang Huan pointed to the snack box in the corner, "It tastes delicious..."

Ren Chuan glanced at the words on the snack box, and hesitated for a moment, "Liver cancer, can you eat hot and sour noodles?"

Jiang Huan: "..."

"I've already said it! I can't eat it!" Jiang Huan quickly stood up and packed the snack box, "They just don't listen! They insist on giving it to me! Tell me, isn't this rushing to kill me early!"

Seeing that he was about to throw away the snack box, Ren Chuan stopped him, "Otherwise, give it to me..."

Jiang Huan looked at him strangely, "Stomach cancer is advanced, can I eat hot and sour noodles?"

Ren Chuan turned his tongue in his mouth and smiled, "...you give it to me, and I'll throw it for you."

Jiang Huan gave him the snack box, "I'll trouble you then."

Ren Chuan left with a box of snacks, "Then I'll leave first, and you come to my place when you're free, and you'll be a patient friend from now on."

"Okay." Jiang Huan nodded sharply, "Help me close the door when I leave."

Ren Chuan was carrying a box of hot and sour noodles and thought of throwing them away, but he passed by the nurse's station and gave it all to the little nurse.He clapped his hands without leaving merit or fame, and when he was about to return to the ward, he was stopped, "Chuan'er!"

Ren Chuan turned his head and saw Cui Minghao in a white coat.

"Hush!" Ren Chuan covered his mouth, looked around, and led him into the fire escape.

"What are you doing!" Cui Minghao pulled his paws off, and threw a stack of medical records on his face, "Stomach cancer, terminal? Who was that grandson who was drinking with me a few days ago?"

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Ren Chuan put his hands together and begged him, "Don't expose me, please?"

Cui Minghao's famous name tag pinned on his white coat has a few large characters, gastric cancer specialist, he knew from seeing Ren Chuan's case in the morning that this grandson came for him.

He raised his glasses, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "80.00% of gastric tumors can be resected, and the probability of being discharged from the hospital can be as high as 70.00% six..."

Ren Chuan interrupted him, "I choose cremation."

Cui Minghao was about to go crazy, "What the hell are you doing!"

Ren Chuan looked at the moldy ceiling above his head, and unconsciously drew circles on the soles of his feet, "Just... take a vacation."

Cui Minghao was unimaginable, "Going to the hospital on vacation? Are you going to take a trip to the mortuary?"

Ren Chuan murmured and explained, "I'm just... tired of being forced into marriage."

Cui Minghao almost vomited blood for three liters, "You made the decision with a pig's brain! You are tired of being forced to marry, so what's the use of you coming to the hospital?"

"This is not a simple hospital." Ren Chuan flicked the case in his hand, "See, stomach cancer, advanced stage, oncology department, that means I'm dying soon, whoever marry a girl to me at this time, I can burp for him on the spot."

He not only had to pretend to be sick, but also to pretend to be dead when necessary.

"So, Grandpa." Ren Chuan patted Cui Minghao's shoulder with his big hand, "My life is in your hands."

"You are my grandfather." Cui Minghao was about to perform a craniotomy on Ren Chuan to see what was inside, "Go back and lie down! Stomach cancer patients are not as lively as you!"

"Come on." Ren Chuan stepped back happily. Before leaving, he remembered something and grabbed Cui Minghao, "By the way, can we eat hot and sour rice noodles in the late stage of gastric cancer?"

Ren Chuan took out a bucket of hot and sour powder from under his hospital gown, "I don't want to share it with the nurses, I secretly kept a bucket for myself..."

"Don't be spicy and exciting, don't eat fish, shrimp and crab, beef and mutton!" Cui Minghao snatched the hot and sour noodles from him, "Go fuck yourself!"