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"Look at your MRI. It shows that at the lower end of your spine, a pod-like object is spreading. It's actually a large neurofibrommoma."
Adam was listening carefully. Although he was distracted for a moment, on the whole, he was really listening attentively at least trying to concentrate, but these medical professional vocabulary was really unfriendly. He is now It was a face full of question marks and a dumbfounded look.
"Okay... right?" Realizing that the doctor's words are over, Adam reflexively responded and nodded, but his eyes were blank, showing the opposite meaning, even the end of the words was soft. It rose up, showing his confusion and uncertainty.
He was speechless for a while, his pupils were shaking uneasily, and his brain was unable to respond effectively. He groaned, put on a polite smile, and tentatively asked, "Sorry, did you speak English just now?" "
The doctor seemed to be accustomed to this situation for a long time, interrupted Adam's words and said bluntly, "It's a malignant tumor."
"Tumor?" Adam's full-headed question mark has fallen in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly invisibly, and an inexplicable sense of absurdity surged between his eyebrows.
"Yes." The doctor avoided Adam's eyes.
"Me?" Adam's eyebrows were raised, he seemed to have heard a joke, and the smile had already flowed from the bottom of his eyes.
"Yes." The doctor is still avoiding his eyes. He keeps his head facing Adam, but his eyes have drifted to other places. Since entering the room, he has never looked at Adam directly.
"Puff." Adam finally didn't hold it back anymore, laughed, shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes incredulously, "But it doesn't make sense at all." Adam's eyes widened, his hands spread out, and he swayed The facts are reasonable, the smiles and ridicules under his eyes are very conspicuous, "I mean, I neither smoke nor drink...I am a recycling type." After speaking, Adam rolled his eyes and seemed to be Tucao yourself.
Recycling (reyle), in fact, is environmental protection awareness, the earliest meaning is the reuse of domestic waste. But now it has gradually developed into a life attitude. Specifically refers to adhere to a green and healthy lifestyle.
But recycling is also regarded as a label for the white middle class's self-proclaimed value orientation, and has become the object of many people's complaints. This is also what Adam meant by rolling his eyes.
The doctor didn’t realize Adam’s humor. He raised his eyes and took a quick look at Adam, but then dropped again, concealing his true emotions. “In fact, your situation is quite special because of the cause of your illness. It is very rare. The gene mutation on chromosome 17 and the mutated p53 gene cause cell cancer..."
But this simple action fell in Adam's eyes, but it further widened the distance between the two people, cold, rusty, indifferent, desperate, and white from all directions began to surge over, pulling all the colors away.
The smile at the corners of Adam’s mouth and eyes stiffened little by little. The soul seemed to be leaving the body, only a shell remained. The doctor’s words began to lose structure, leaving only a fuzzy syllable on the eardrum He kept beating, like echoes in the valley, and kept going around, but couldn't hear the specific words.
What gene? What chromosome? What mutation? What kind of cancer is it?
These words seem so familiar, yet so unfamiliar; they seem so close, but so far away. He tried to listen more closely; he tried to understand every word of the doctor, but gradually lost his grasp of the syllables. He didn’t understand a word of those words, he only understood the doctor’s tone
Calm and steady, which also means cold and alienation, no room for maneuver; professional and objective, distance between doctors and patients. He didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.
The patient, so he is a patient.
But what does this mean? What kind of disease is the doctor just talking about? Why can't he remember at all? Why is his brain blank? His thoughts are completely plunged into the mud?
What exactly is going on? Who can answer for him?
He tried hard to see the doctor's eyes and found a touch of emotional temperature in those eyes, but he failed. The avoiding eyes only left an indifferent side face, as if a high God, calmly and objectively stating the facts, but this fact cruelly and fiercely shattered his life.
At this moment, his life was sentenced: a sentence that he could not resist and could not change.
Those dark brown eyes began to become hollow, like a black hole of quicksand. You can vaguely see that the quicksand is sinking, but you can't see the limit. It just keeps sinking, endlessly circulating, originally It was just a black hole the size of an embroidery needle, slowly expanding, swallowing the color of the entire pupil.
Gradually, slowly, the soul hidden deep in the pupil dissipated like a plume of smoke.
The calm and dazed absence of no focus and focal length, it fell to the ground, just like the freezing winter of the Arctic Circle, only boundless white, the reckless and magnificent white swallowed the whole world, can not find a reference, also look Before the horizon, everything disappears in the pure and transparent white.
Nothingness, emptiness. But the corners of his mouth were still stiff with the arc of the smile, but he couldn't feel the warmth of any smile anymore, which made people shudder.
White, he hates white, endless white, white everywhere he can see, cold and tidy, but he can't see any changes, just like his life.
Lying on the sickbed/every day, waiting for the doctor’s routine rounds, then checking, and finally listening to the diagnosis without any change, it’s like a white world with no end and boundary in sight, no matter how he runs No matter how he changes direction, no matter how he changes speed, the surrounding scenery will not change in any way. The first and last days seem to be the same.
Boring, boring, and the same, he was just trapped in place, unable to find an exit, and could not stop.
The memories of the previous life are like a flood, venting down, catching him off guard, and swallowing him, the kind of suffocation, anger and despair imprisoned in a small space once again swept through, and there was even no time to breathe, reason. It was incinerated instantly.
He struggled, tried desperately, but to no avail, his body could not hear the slightest call; so, he began to scream, screaming angrily: liar! The doctor in front of you is a liar!
His life ends at this moment, and he can neither see the future nor tomorrow.
He will be trapped in this hospital bed/for ten years, ten years, ten years, ten years without end. He even thought, is it a better choice to die on the spot? He was like a walking corpse, imprisoned in this white world, and even the right to struggle and resist was deprived.
But the doctor dared not look directly into his eyes.
He roared, but he couldn't hear any sound. The self in the depths of the soul was roaring frantically, but his body was stiff, and he couldn't make a sound. He could see the colorful colors of the world, and he could see the doctor's chattering endlessly. He could even see his hands and feet, but his soul drifted away in the darkness of chaos, and gradually lost all control of his body.
After exhausting all his energy, there was still no movement.
The smell floating in the air, mixed with the stimulation of hydrogen peroxide and the dryness of the medicine, filled the chest cavity, constantly surging, and it was disgusting. Is he Chu Jiashu? Or Adam? The boundary between reality and illusion suddenly became blurred, and there was a sharp and deep pain in the heart, as if a sinker had penetrated into the soft heart.
Tumor. cancer.
Suddenly, these two familiar words rushed into his mind in an unreasonable way, rushing into his head, which made him a little irritated and a little flustered. For no reason. He didn't understand, what did these two words have to do with him?
He just came to check it because of low back pain, didn't he? So why does he appear here? Why did he have this conversation with the doctor? Why does he feel an uncontrollable restlessness and anger~www.novelhall.com~ Why is there an emotion surging in his chest, wanting to vent?
Adam tried to refresh himself. He raised his hands and wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. He paused in the air without a trace, then fell down again, holding the back of the chair. Suddenly, it was as if he had grasped the life-saving straw, and his muscles became tense, all the strength was gathered towards his hands, and the whole person stood up with support.
But soon, the whole person fell and sat down again, and the power that had just gathered in an instant dissipated again. The whole person was as if his spine had been taken away, sitting helplessly in a chair; his eyes were panic Moving around, the pupils were shaking aimlessly, making people clearly feel the shock and trembling in their hearts, just like autumn leaves trembling in the cold storm.
That kind of panic dragged his body little by little into the dark darkness. He was struggling, he was yelling, and he was asking for help, but no one could hear him. Everything in his sight became The blurry halo makes it impossible to capture even the outline. He breathed in big mouths, but his lungs couldn't feel the slightest amount of oxygen, and the rising heat began to burn. Amidst panic and confusion, he could not find the focus.
He raised his eyes and caught them in a panic, then the outline of the characters in his sight became clear again, and the doctor's voice became clear again.
He didn't understand, he still didn't understand, he seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand anything. The tinnitus is constantly echoing, but this is the only focus in the line of sight, and it is also his only target for help.
Involuntarily, the body leaned forward slightly, full of longing, longing for survival. 8)
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"Look at your MRI. It shows that at the lower end of your spine, a pod-like object is spreading. It's actually a large neurofibrommoma."
Adam was listening carefully. Although he was distracted for a moment, on the whole, he was really listening attentively at least trying to concentrate, but these medical professional vocabulary was really unfriendly. He is now It was a face full of question marks and a dumbfounded look.
"Okay... right?" Realizing that the doctor's words are over, Adam reflexively responded and nodded, but his eyes were blank, showing the opposite meaning, even the end of the words was soft. It rose up, showing his confusion and uncertainty.
He was speechless for a while, his pupils were shaking uneasily, and his brain was unable to respond effectively. He groaned, put on a polite smile, and tentatively asked, "Sorry, did you speak English just now?" "
The doctor seemed to be accustomed to this situation for a long time, interrupted Adam's words and said bluntly, "It's a malignant tumor."
"Tumor?" Adam's full-headed question mark has fallen in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly invisibly, and an inexplicable sense of absurdity surged between his eyebrows.
"Yes." The doctor avoided Adam's eyes.
"Me?" Adam's eyebrows were raised, he seemed to have heard a joke, and the smile had already flowed from the bottom of his eyes.
"Yes." The doctor is still avoiding his eyes. He keeps his head facing Adam, but his eyes have drifted to other places. Since entering the room, he has never looked at Adam directly.
"Puff." Adam finally didn't hold it back anymore, laughed, shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes incredulously, "But it doesn't make sense at all." Adam's eyes widened, his hands spread out, and he swayed The facts are reasonable, the smiles and ridicules under his eyes are very conspicuous, "I mean, I neither smoke nor drink...I am a recycling type." After speaking, Adam rolled his eyes and seemed to be Tucao yourself.
Recycling (reyle), in fact, is environmental protection awareness, the earliest meaning is the reuse of domestic waste. But now it has gradually developed into a life attitude. Specifically refers to adhere to a green and healthy lifestyle.
But recycling is also regarded as a label for the white middle class's self-proclaimed value orientation, and has become the object of many people's complaints. This is also what Adam meant by rolling his eyes.
The doctor didn’t realize Adam’s humor. He raised his eyes and took a quick look at Adam, but then dropped again, concealing his true emotions. “In fact, your situation is quite special because of the cause of your illness. It is very rare. The gene mutation on chromosome 17 and the mutated p53 gene cause cell cancer..."
But this simple action fell in Adam's eyes, but it further widened the distance between the two people, cold, rusty, indifferent, desperate, and white from all directions began to surge over, pulling all the colors away.
The smile at the corners of Adam’s mouth and eyes stiffened little by little. The soul seemed to be leaving the body, only a shell remained. The doctor’s words began to lose structure, leaving only a fuzzy syllable on the eardrum He kept beating, like echoes in the valley, and kept going around, but couldn't hear the specific words.
What gene? What chromosome? What mutation? What kind of cancer is it?
These words seem so familiar, yet so unfamiliar; they seem so close, but so far away. He tried to listen more closely; he tried to understand every word of the doctor, but gradually lost his grasp of the syllables. He didn’t understand a word of those words, he only understood the doctor’s tone
Calm and steady, which also means cold and alienation, no room for maneuver; professional and objective, distance between doctors and patients. He didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.
The patient, so he is a patient.
But what does this mean? What kind of disease is the doctor just talking about? Why can't he remember at all? Why is his brain blank? His thoughts are completely plunged into the mud?
What exactly is going on? Who can answer for him?
He tried hard to see the doctor's eyes and found a touch of emotional temperature in those eyes, but he failed. The avoiding eyes only left an indifferent side face, as if a high God, calmly and objectively stating the facts, but this fact cruelly and fiercely shattered his life.
At this moment, his life was sentenced: a sentence that he could not resist and could not change.
Those dark brown eyes began to become hollow, like a black hole of quicksand. You can vaguely see that the quicksand is sinking, but you can't see the limit. It just keeps sinking, endlessly circulating, originally It was just a black hole the size of an embroidery needle, slowly expanding, swallowing the color of the entire pupil.
Gradually, slowly, the soul hidden deep in the pupil dissipated like a plume of smoke.
The calm and dazed absence of no focus and focal length, it fell to the ground, just like the freezing winter of the Arctic Circle, only boundless white, the reckless and magnificent white swallowed the whole world, can not find a reference, also look Before the horizon, everything disappears in the pure and transparent white.
Nothingness, emptiness. But the corners of his mouth were still stiff with the arc of the smile, but he couldn't feel the warmth of any smile anymore, which made people shudder.
White, he hates white, endless white, white everywhere he can see, cold and tidy, but he can't see any changes, just like his life.
Lying on the sickbed/every day, waiting for the doctor’s routine rounds, then checking, and finally listening to the diagnosis without any change, it’s like a white world with no end and boundary in sight, no matter how he runs No matter how he changes direction, no matter how he changes speed, the surrounding scenery will not change in any way. The first and last days seem to be the same.
Boring, boring, and the same, he was just trapped in place, unable to find an exit, and could not stop.
The memories of the previous life are like a flood, venting down, catching him off guard, and swallowing him, the kind of suffocation, anger and despair imprisoned in a small space once again swept through, and there was even no time to breathe, reason. It was incinerated instantly.
He struggled, tried desperately, but to no avail, his body could not hear the slightest call; so, he began to scream, screaming angrily: liar! The doctor in front of you is a liar!
His life ends at this moment, and he can neither see the future nor tomorrow.
He will be trapped in this hospital bed/for ten years, ten years, ten years, ten years without end. He even thought, is it a better choice to die on the spot? He was like a walking corpse, imprisoned in this white world, and even the right to struggle and resist was deprived.
But the doctor dared not look directly into his eyes.
He roared, but he couldn't hear any sound. The self in the depths of the soul was roaring frantically, but his body was stiff, and he couldn't make a sound. He could see the colorful colors of the world, and he could see the doctor's chattering endlessly. He could even see his hands and feet, but his soul drifted away in the darkness of chaos, and gradually lost all control of his body.
After exhausting all his energy, there was still no movement.
The smell floating in the air, mixed with the stimulation of hydrogen peroxide and the dryness of the medicine, filled the chest cavity, constantly surging, and it was disgusting. Is he Chu Jiashu? Or Adam? The boundary between reality and illusion suddenly became blurred, and there was a sharp and deep pain in the heart, as if a sinker had penetrated into the soft heart.
Tumor. cancer.
Suddenly, these two familiar words rushed into his mind in an unreasonable way, rushing into his head, which made him a little irritated and a little flustered. For no reason. He didn't understand, what did these two words have to do with him?
He just came to check it because of low back pain, didn't he? So why does he appear here? Why did he have this conversation with the doctor? Why does he feel an uncontrollable restlessness and anger~www.novelhall.com~ Why is there an emotion surging in his chest, wanting to vent?
Adam tried to refresh himself. He raised his hands and wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. He paused in the air without a trace, then fell down again, holding the back of the chair. Suddenly, it was as if he had grasped the life-saving straw, and his muscles became tense, all the strength was gathered towards his hands, and the whole person stood up with support.
But soon, the whole person fell and sat down again, and the power that had just gathered in an instant dissipated again. The whole person was as if his spine had been taken away, sitting helplessly in a chair; his eyes were panic Moving around, the pupils were shaking aimlessly, making people clearly feel the shock and trembling in their hearts, just like autumn leaves trembling in the cold storm.
That kind of panic dragged his body little by little into the dark darkness. He was struggling, he was yelling, and he was asking for help, but no one could hear him. Everything in his sight became The blurry halo makes it impossible to capture even the outline. He breathed in big mouths, but his lungs couldn't feel the slightest amount of oxygen, and the rising heat began to burn. Amidst panic and confusion, he could not find the focus.
He raised his eyes and caught them in a panic, then the outline of the characters in his sight became clear again, and the doctor's voice became clear again.
He didn't understand, he still didn't understand, he seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand anything. The tinnitus is constantly echoing, but this is the only focus in the line of sight, and it is also his only target for help.
Involuntarily, the body leaned forward slightly, full of longing, longing for survival. 8)
"Look at your MRI. It shows that at the lower end of your spine, a pod-like object is spreading. It's actually a large neurofibrommoma."Adam was listening carefully. Although he was distracted for a moment, on the whole, he was really listening attentively at least trying to concentrate, but these medical professional vocabulary was really unfriendly. He is now It was a face full of question marks and a dumbfounded look."Okay... right?" Realizing that the doctor's words are over, Adam reflexively responded and nodded, but his eyes were blank, showing the opposite meaning, even the end of the words was soft. It rose up, showing his confusion and uncertainty.He was speechless for a while, his pupils were shaking uneasily, and his brain was unable to respond effectively. He groaned, put on a polite smile, and tentatively asked, "Sorry, did you speak English just now?" "The doctor seemed to be accustomed to this situation for a long time, interrupted Adam's words and said bluntly, "It's a malignant tumor.""Tumor?" Adam's full-headed question mark has fallen in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly invisibly, and an inexplicable sense of absurdity surged between his eyebrows."Yes." The doctor avoided Adam's eyes."Me?" Adam's eyebrows were raised, he seemed to have heard a joke, and the smile had already flowed from the bottom of his eyes."Yes." The doctor is still avoiding his eyes. He keeps his head facing Adam, but his eyes have drifted to other places. Since entering the room, he has never looked at Adam directly."Puff." Adam finally didn't hold it back anymore, laughed, shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes incredulously, "But it doesn't make sense at all." Adam's eyes widened, his hands spread out, and he swayed The facts are reasonable, the smiles and ridicules under his eyes are very conspicuous, "I mean, I neither smoke nor drink...I am a recycling type." After speaking, Adam rolled his eyes and seemed to be Tucao yourself.Recycling reyle, in fact, is environmental protection awareness, the earliest meaning is the reuse of domestic waste. But now it has gradually developed into a life attitude. Specifically refers to adhere to a green and healthy lifestyle.But recycling is also regarded as a label for the white middle class's self-proclaimed value orientation, and has become the object of many people's complaints. This is also what Adam meant by rolling his eyes.The doctor didn't realize Adam's humor. He raised his eyes and took a quick look at Adam, but then dropped again, concealing his true emotions. In fact, your situation is quite special because of the cause of your illness. It is very rare. The gene mutation on chromosome 17 and the mutated p53 gene cause cell cancer..."But this simple action fell in Adam's eyes, but it further widened the distance between the two people, cold, rusty, indifferent, desperate, and white from all directions began to surge over, pulling all the colors away.The smile at the corners of Adam's mouth and eyes stiffened little by little. The soul seemed to be leaving the body, only a shell remained. The doctor's words began to lose structure, leaving only a fuzzy syllable on the eardrum He kept beating, like echoes in the valley, and kept going around, but couldn't hear the specific words.What gene? What chromosome? What mutation? What kind of cancer is it?These words seem so familiar, yet so unfamiliar; they seem so close, but so far away. He tried to listen more closely; he tried to understand every word of the doctor, but gradually lost his grasp of the syllables. He didn't understand a word of those words, he only understood the doctor's toneCalm and steady, which also means cold and alienation, no room for maneuver; professional and objective, distance between doctors and patients. He didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.The patient, so he is a patient.But what does this mean? What kind of disease is the doctor just talking about? Why can't he remember at all? Why is his brain blank? His thoughts are completely plunged into the mud?What exactly is going on? Who can answer for him?He tried hard to see the doctor's eyes and found a touch of emotional temperature in those eyes, but he failed. The avoiding eyes only left an indifferent side face, as if a high God, calmly and objectively stating the facts, but this fact cruelly and fiercely shattered his life.At this moment, his life was sentenced: a sentence that he could not resist and could not change.Those dark brown eyes began to become hollow, like a black hole of quicksand. You can vaguely see that the quicksand is sinking, but you can't see the limit. It just keeps sinking, endlessly circulating, originally It was just a black hole the size of an embroidery needle, slowly expanding, swallowing the color of the entire pupil.Gradually, slowly, the soul hidden deep in the pupil dissipated like a plume of smoke.The calm and dazed absence of no focus and focal length, it fell to the ground, just like the freezing winter of the Arctic Circle, only boundless white, the reckless and magnificent white swallowed the whole world, can not find a reference, also look Before the horizon, everything disappears in the pure and transparent white.Nothingness, emptiness. But the corners of his mouth were still stiff with the arc of the smile, but he couldn't feel the warmth of any smile anymore, which made people shudder.White, he hates white, endless white, white everywhere he can see, cold and tidy, but he can't see any changes, just like his life.Lying on the sickbed/every day, waiting for the doctor's routine rounds, then checking, and finally listening to the diagnosis without any change, it's like a white world with no end and boundary in sight, no matter how he runs No matter how he changes direction, no matter how he changes speed, the surrounding scenery will not change in any way. The first and last days seem to be the same.Boring, boring, and the same, he was just trapped in place, unable to find an exit, and could not stop.The memories of the previous life are like a flood, venting down, catching him off guard, and swallowing him, the kind of suffocation, anger and despair imprisoned in a small space once again swept through, and there was even no time to breathe, reason. It was incinerated instantly.He struggled, tried desperately, but to no avail, his body could not hear the slightest call; so, he began to scream, screaming angrily: liar! The doctor in front of you is a liar!His life ends at this moment, and he can neither see the future nor tomorrow.He will be trapped in this hospital bed/for ten years, ten years, ten years, ten years without end. He even thought, is it a better choice to die on the spot? He was like a walking corpse, imprisoned in this white world, and even the right to struggle and resist was deprived.But the doctor dared not look directly into his eyes.He roared, but he couldn't hear any sound. The self in the depths of the soul was roaring frantically, but his body was stiff, and he couldn't make a sound. He could see the colorful colors of the world, and he could see the doctor's chattering endlessly. He could even see his hands and feet, but his soul drifted away in the darkness of chaos, and gradually lost all control of his body.After exhausting all his energy, there was still no movement.The smell floating in the air, mixed with the stimulation of hydrogen peroxide and the dryness of the medicine, filled the chest cavity, constantly surging, and it was disgusting. Is he Chu Jiashu? Or Adam? The boundary between reality and illusion suddenly became blurred, and there was a sharp and deep pain in the heart, as if a sinker had penetrated into the soft heart.Tumor. cancer.Suddenly, these two familiar words rushed into his mind in an unreasonable way, rushing into his head, which made him a little irritated and a little flustered. For no reason. He didn't understand, what did these two words have to do with him?He just came to check it because of low back pain, didn't he? So why does he appear here? Why did he have this conversation with the doctor? Why does he feel an uncontrollable restlessness and anger~www.novelhall.com~ Why is there an emotion surging in his chest, wanting to vent?Adam tried to refresh himself. He raised his hands and wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. He paused in the air without a trace, then fell down again, holding the back of the chair. Suddenly, it was as if he had grasped the life-saving straw, and his muscles became tense, all the strength was gathered towards his hands, and the whole person stood up with support.But soon, the whole person fell and sat down again, and the power that had just gathered in an instant dissipated again. The whole person was as if his spine had been taken away, sitting helplessly in a chair; his eyes were panic Moving around, the pupils were shaking aimlessly, making people clearly feel the shock and trembling in their hearts, just like autumn leaves trembling in the cold storm.That kind of panic dragged his body little by little into the dark darkness. He was struggling, he was yelling, and he was asking for help, but no one could hear him. Everything in his sight became The blurry halo makes it impossible to capture even the outline. He breathed in big mouths, but his lungs couldn't feel the slightest amount of oxygen, and the rising heat began to burn. Amidst panic and confusion, he could not find the focus.He raised his eyes and caught them in a panic, then the outline of the characters in his sight became clear again, and the doctor's voice became clear again.He didn't understand, he still didn't understand, he seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand anything. The tinnitus is constantly echoing, but this is the only focus in the line of sight, and it is also his only target for help.Involuntarily, the body leaned forward slightly, full of longing, longing for survival. 8
