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I just sat in the leather chair of Internet cafes, fingers waving around, manipulating the mouse to draw random point disorder. Melancholy-like surplus refining wire around the head, bedridden father, which now looks like it? No more weight loss ? Theosophy clear no? Or has oil burnout, dying, about ... ...? I can not continue down to,
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alarm to wake up, the day has dawned look strange bar scene actually made me feel warp. Looked at his watch, when nearly 8:00, I hurried up, went to the hospital of Chinese medicine.
to the Hospital of the door, visitors enter the show did not promise, Jing Hou ten minutes, the staff will have removed the card, then opened the side door. At the information desk, I found his father's ward. Face and milky white door, gently unscrew the handle, I could not help suddenly sour nose up - father, half leaning against the bed, Weibi the eyes rest.
Fortunately, my father not be as sluggish as I expected, but dark reddish brown face, even more than before thin, tall cheekbones, sunken eyes, his head shining silver,
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father described as \ And my heart has come to understand,
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I gently washed my father responded with micro-smile and said, \ \
5 months of the weather, as has just rained, some quite cold. Only his father's hand, is more than cold air, almost no temperature, I hold for my father's hands full of calluses, with her tears, looked at carefully . Many years ah, my father has never been so close contact with: sauce, purple hands, skin, one on the show full of scars, a variety of shapes, everything, straight, circular, as crooked as the centipede. These scars are in farming, the cutting left behind. How ugly hands ah, but the hand is a pair of ugly, year by year to give my students to support my growth. By contrast, my analysis of white clenched his hands, and discussed what to change it?
my grief, the father's hand gently put down. Went to the window to look out the window like scenery, in fact, I do not want to let my father see my tears in his eyes that does not live up to expectations. .. ...
be emotional ease, I have some regret that I made such a form of grief, would not let my father suspicious of their condition? I took a deep breath, smiled to myself: How appropriate, Taishan collapse in the former but not a mess,
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\ medicine home to eat, is not the same, but why real windbag on your mother's ... ... \ Well ... a few decades, when there are changed?
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and then the door is opened, a kind of middle-aged face appeared at the door.
\ I looked at the Luo, MD, smiled and nodded.
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I am embarrassed smile and said \
\ father's eyes and mouth, then picked up his father's bedside folder write some notes, then told his father \ Oh, pay attention to rest. \ Dr Lo
out to be the door, I mind a move, trailing away. Catch up with him, I worry about asking, \ Luo, MD, stamp their feet
stop, asked \
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he rolled in a wall cabinet, took out a yellow portfolio, and from the bag and pulled out a CT slice, the turn affixed to another wall of the Guang Ping, and turn on the lights in the immediate Guangping showing the shape of two lobes.
\ to cough blood, fever, chest pain, tightness, and so the symptoms of view, and your father has a long history of smoking. Therefore, we estimate that your father's disease is inflammation of lung cancer, lung cancer is cooked as saying. \
ah? This statement, like a resounding thunder, the shock of despair my heart torn to shreds.
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\ I would like to know the answer, but is afraid to know the answer.
\ lung disease is only a name only, not the right person to be beyond resurrection of lung cancer. \
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\ medication, nursed back to health is good, I want to hold an eight or ten years is no problem. We are out of the hospital recently, a new drug, particularly effective for such patients, but ... the price is relatively high. \ look a gift horse and said, spoke, he quietly observed my face.
\ Dr Lo
heard this, they some pride, he said cheerfully, \ a course, a course Well, the price at about 150 or so. Of course, this does not include 150 other basic drugs money. \
TNND, after all, this guy had was to sell drugs. But this time, I care not so many, and now even if he wanted me to go bankrupt, I would not hesitate to put everything to him. After all,
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talk further with Lo, MD, for a while and learned that his father's illness is to convalesce at home, only to come every week to take the medicine, and diagnostic check again. After I return to ward, my mother had come from the countryside, and is carrying his father handed a bowl of porridge to eat.
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spur of the moment while my father, my mother took to the corridors, the Dr. Fang Cai said in the mother after the finish, I remove the bag, and took out the envelope has long been wrapped with big money to a mother \ to be the father nursed back to health a home. so I sent my father back then, I'll go back to work. \
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I have some dumbfounding \ remark. \
mother would silence fell silent, and she put the money Pidai careful in the bar again Pidai a bitter deadlock, my heart to understand, where a life filled with ah.
mother explained to me some routine things, then return to town anymore. Bid farewell to her,
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why only at this time, I think my father and I have the hearts of so close?
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