Chapter 421

"Tumor?"

"Yes."

"Me?"

"Yes."

Adam's ridiculous smile surged up from the bottom of his eyes. He could not help laughing. He gently shrugged his shoulders as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year. He gently shook his head and even acted funny. "But it doesn't make sense at all."

Then he realized that his reaction was disrespect for the doctor, so he coughed gently, regained his composure, closed his jaw, and apologized with his eyes, "I'm not challenging your authority." Adam bit his lower lip, raised his right hand, slightly scratched his forehead, and then raised his head again, "I mean, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I'm still a recycling type."

With that, Adam also raised his eyebrows, showed a self mocking smile, slightly raised his hands, and gave full play to the spirit of self mockery. However, his action soon converged, and the doctor's words gradually dissipated the smile on his face.

"In fact, your condition is quite strange, because your etiology is very rare..."

The radian of Adam's mouth was a little stiff. He looked at the doctor's line of sight seriously, but the doctor was still avoiding the contact of the line of sight. He just kept on explaining. His professional and devoted attitude didn't mean to joke, which made Adam stunned.

Cancer? He?

Those nagging sounds in my ears are like the echo of the valley, getting farther and farther, getting lighter and lighter. At last, there is only a chaotic echo. I can't hear the specific sentences clearly, just like the wind is whistling.

So, what does that mean? Does he really have a tumor? Malignant tumor? Then, what did the doctor say just now? Cancer? He has cancer? Why does he have cancer? What kind of cancer is it? What's the difference between cancer and cancer? However, just now the doctor said that his blood and urine tests were normal. What's the matter?

Question marks, innumerable question marks, constantly appeared in his mind, more and more, and gradually filled his whole brain. He only felt dizzy, but his brain seemed to stop working temporarily, and he had no way to think well. All of them just become the simplest word, "cancer", which is magnified and magnified in my mind.

Andrew was reading the report according to the report. He read those professional medical words many times, but he was not very focused. Adam can be seen in the rest of the line of sight. The dark brown eyes turned into a chaos. The smile dissipated, the sun faded, and the focus fainted little by little, leaving only a blank.

Suddenly, time seems to stop, even the air is no longer flowing.

This little loss, no sadness, no pain, no anger, no struggle, some just confused, but a touch of bitterness, spread in the tip of the tongue.

Adam lowered his head and thought about it seriously, but he found that his head still couldn't clear his mind. He gently pushed the chair back, and then stood up with his hands supporting him. His arms were a little weak, and his body faltered for a while, but he supported it reflexively. He unconsciously gave a smile to the doctor, as if mocking his embarrassment, He seems to be apologizing for his impoliteness, but his eyes still can't see the focus, which naturally makes people unable to distinguish.

Then he got up and went to the window.

The sound was still ringing, but Adam needed some fresh air. Standing at the window, looking at the cars coming and going, the focus stops on a big red car. As the traffic flows forward, it blurs out again. It's stunned. The sound reverberating in the room becomes clear again, "... First reduce the tumor to a size easy to handle, and then consider surgical treatment."

By the way, he suffered from a tumor, or worse, cancer.

This idea came out. The brain that stopped thinking began to work again. The reality gradually became clear. His fingers could not help curling up, and his fingertips were cold. What does cancer mean? Death.

When a simple word came out, Adam's finger movement was stopped, and the doctor's calm and objective voice came from his ear, "... Next, chemotherapy may lead to infertility", but he turned a deaf ear and directly interrupted the doctor's words, "but I'll get better, right?"

Andrew raised his head and looked at Adam. There was a little tension between his sparse eyebrows, and more doubt. The uneasiness was like dense smoke, but it was not turbulent. Gradually, gradually, it wrapped around his eyebrows, and extended little by little.

Inexplicably, Andrew felt a slight tightening of his shoulder muscles, and the invisible pressure began to spread. He avoided sight and tried to recall the words in response, but his brain was blank.

"Right?"

Adam's voice also had a faint smile, and his eyes looked attentively and seriously, revealing a glimmer of expectation.

"... if you want to talk to someone." Andrew finally thought of it, but he said it very hard, even stumbling. He raised his hand, but he put it down powerlessly. He was not sure why he did it and what he wanted to do. "Er... Our hospital, er... Has some excellent social workers and psychologists..."

Once again, the doctor's words became blurred in his ears. Adam looked out of the window again, and his brain gradually became a blank, not a blank like white paper, but a chaotic blank. Countless thoughts were gently surging, but the confusion became a ball. There was no legal reason at all. There was confusion and confusion in the depths of his pupils. Time seemed to stop at this moment.

The dark brown eyes were still clear and bright, but there was no trace of soul for a while; Through the thin shoulder, it seems that we can see the joyful spirit gradually quiet down, the bright sun slowly dissipated, the cheerful breath slowly calmed down, the whole world fell into a gray, not bright white, not deep black, but fuzzy gray, full of uncertainty.

Will just stood quietly in the same place, staring at the figure.

The figure with confusion, loss, confusion and loneliness. Everything is light, not turbulent, just feel the whole person's aura gradually weakened down, as if a bright flame, lost the support of firewood, gradually dim down in general. There was still a faint afterglow around the fireplace, but the temperature dropped uncontrollably.

This process of temperature loss is so slow, but so helpless. More or at a loss - want to fight, but do not know how to start at a loss, so so Leng in situ.

Inexplicably, will tasted a little bitter.

It's not the pain of crying for heaven and earth, shaking the heart and tearing the lung, nor the kind of touching, tearful, direct impact on the heart. Everything is just like a cup of warm water, just right, gently pulling the wound in the heart, the dull sour, only have their own taste.

Will suddenly turned his head and couldn't bear it. Because in that figure, he saw himself, and saw himself at a loss. Memory, finally came back, everything is so lifelike, real terrible, let him some breathless.

Jonathan just stood in the same place with a smile on his mouth. The small expressions, small details and lines in lanli's performance just now had a kind of natural banter, which makes people laugh. He likes such moments, moments of making fun in pain. But then Jonathan tasted the bitterness, so turbulent that he could hardly swallow it.

He finally understood what Langley meant.

Compared with the previous performance, this performance seems to have nothing, no trace of exertion, no emotional outburst, no dramatic ups and downs. Everything is understated, so that people can savor the subtle emotions hidden in it——

Dazed, confused, lost, that kind of empty nihility makes the focus lose its direction. It seems that it has never really understood what cancer means and what it will bring? It seems that we have never really understood what cancer needs to face and where is the future road?

At that moment, the three-year-old who was at a loss was like a three-year-old who had upset the cake plate. He was worried about his parents' scolding, but he was not sure how bad his behavior was. The innocent eyes revealed a pure and simple loss, but easily hit the heart of the soft, sour people breathless.

Cancer.

Just the weight of this word, just like a mountain pressure in the chest.

Lan Li will be all the drama of the outbreak of convergence up, cloud over no trace of delicate processing, but let everything become logical.

In contrast, the previous performance was just like monkey play, which was absurd, exaggerated, ridiculous and even greasy. Such a comprehensive release of the performance, put here, it seems cheap. A rough look, you will feel the shock, a powerful blow; But after a careful aftertaste, it is too fierce, too forceful, too impatient, all things burst out in one breath, but on the surface.

No need to explain, no need to argue, Jonathan just licked the lip, the bitter tip of the tongue makes the whole face wrinkle up, he knows, this is the real outstanding performance.

No wonder. It's no wonder that Lan Li was so dissatisfied. It's no wonder that Lan Li's wording was so fierce. It's no wonder that Lan Li even asked for a rest despite his impoliteness. The difference of state makes the performance very different. If Jonathan knew that Langley could give such a performance, he would scoff at the previous performance.

But what is commendable is that he didn't know, but Lan Li took the initiative to put forward it.

This dedication spirit make complaints about Jonathan's cheeks slightly hot, and recall his own speculation and Tucao, his head could not lift.

"... card!" Five seconds later, the whole set was silent. Jonathan was born and broke the balance. He scratched his head awkwardly, thought about it, and said, "let's watch the replay."