Chapter 432
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The stocks she had bought before had all skyrocketed, and she had made a lot of money.
Several businessmen had suddenly called her to tell her what she had bought and that she had won a few car prizes. They had asked her when she could pick up the car.
She didn't want to take the medicine, so she had secretly thrown it out of the window. Just as the nurse was about to discover it, she hadn't expected the nurse to drop her shoes. She had no choice but to squat down and put on her shoes. As she squatted down, she missed the nurse's action of throwing the medicine.
Moreover, Song Ching-wan's body had been recovering very well recently. The medicine she had taken seemed to have been absorbed very well. Her stomach didn't hurt at all, and she didn't even feel like vomiting.
If she had had this luck after the early stage of her stomach cancer surgery, she wouldn't have become late-stage stomach cancer now.
It was probably because her luck had been too good these past few days that Song Ching-wan couldn't help but think that it would be great if she could use her remaining luck in exchange for meeting that person.
She didn't want the car, the stocks, the medicine, or her body's recovery.
She would rather be a little unlucky in these things, or even not be lucky at all. She only hoped that she could be a little luckier in meeting that person, just a little bit better.
After all, she really didn't have much time left.
And that was when Houston came in.
At that time, Song Ching-wan had just woken up and was sitting on the bed in a daze, thinking that it would be great if she could meet him.
In the past few days, batches of specialists had come to see her, both domestic and foreign. They were all wearing white coats and masks. Their expressions were serious and serious, and from time to time, they lowered their heads to record something. After recording, they didn't say much to her and turned to leave.
It was like watching monkeys in a zoo.
After so many times, Song Ching-wan was used to being "observed."
From the corner of her eye, she saw another doctor in a white coat and a mask come in.
Song Ching-wan didn't intend to pay attention to him. After all, he would go out after the examination.
However, after Song Ching-wan inadvertently glanced at him, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Although this doctor was wearing a mask, his thin face was faintly outlined by the mask. His smooth and white jawline, his cold and thin eyebrows, and his pair of blue eyes were without any warmth. He looked very handsome.
He was undoubtedly the best looking doctor who had examined her in the past few days.
Furthermore, it was her favorite blonde with blue eyes.
In fact, there was even a faint sense of familiarity.
Song Ching-wan did not know why, but she suddenly became interested and wanted to talk to him for a while.
She guessed that he was here for an inspection as well.
Thus, she just lay there obediently and let him examine her.
Hughes didn't explain. He just lowered his cold and long eyelashes. His face was cold and thin as he silently examined her.
The more Song Ching-wan looked at him, the more she felt that he was good-looking. Especially when he lowered his eyes and looked indifferent, there was an inexplicable sense of abstinence.
Thus, she couldn't help but ask him when she could be discharged.
Can she be discharged today?
She also said that she only had less than a month left. She still wanted to use the remaining time to travel the world and realize her dreams. She really didn't have time to treat her illness here.
For the past few days, Song Ching-wan had been complaining about being discharged from the hospital, but Lu Qidong didn't care about her. He insisted that she could only be discharged after the doctor agreed.
Seeing that it was useless to start with Lu Qidong, Song Ching-wan had no choice but to turn her eyes to the doctor.
However, she had asked several doctors before, and they all asked her to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. Song Ching-wan didn't give up. She asked every doctor she met. Perhaps she could really find a doctor who could let her be discharged!
Song Ching-wan's words had been very clear. To put it bluntly, she didn't want to be treated and wanted to wait for death.
However, when Song Ching-wan finished speaking, the doctor's slightly cold fingers, which were pressing on her stomach, paused. For the first time, he raised his cold and blue eyes to look at her and asked,
"Why did you give up treatment?"
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