When Fu Heng received the news, he was confused.

God, advanced gastric cancer.

He quickly asked the driver to drive to the hospital and called his father in the car.

"Dad, Ji Rao has stomach cancer."

"Early days?"

"Late."

"Then I'll call him a few hundred thousand more."

Fu Heng is a little funny, "Dad, your son has advanced gastric cancer. You just call him 10 million. Is that useful?"

"I can't walk this way."

"Yes, you're very busy. You won't be free until your son's funeral."

"How did you talk to me?"

"Dad, you really only have money in your eyes." Fu Heng hung up and dropped his cell phone on the back seat.

When he got to the hospital, he saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He came up to see that he was Si Jieyu.

It's just that this man is so different from the one he saw that day.

Si Jieyu's face was empty, and there was no light in his eyes. He was just like a walking corpse.

"Si Jieyu?"

Si Jieyu looked up at him, then grabbed Fu Heng's sleeve, "your family is rich, right? You let the best doctor save him, you let him live..."

Fu Heng stepped back, and Si Jieyu's hand fell down.

"Ji Rao is my brother. Of course I will find a good doctor. It's you. Don't sit in front of my brother's ward. Let's go. I'm afraid you'll bring bad luck to Ji Rao. "

Fu Heng sees Si Jieyu's appearance, but he still feels a little heartless. Lou Hai calls him and doesn't tell him that Ji Rao has been imprisoned by Si Jieyu for nearly half a year. If Fu Heng knew, Si Jieyu might not be able to stand out of the hospital.

Fu Heng didn't want to talk to him much. He pushed the door open and went in.

Ji Rao is lying on the hospital bed. Her spirit is OK, but she looks very thin.

Ji Rao was also surprised to see Fu Heng, "Why are you here?"

"Can I come if you are ill?" Fu Heng looked at Lou Hai beside his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ji Rao again. "You are hungry for a few days and have made yourself this virtue."

Ji Rao didn't want to fight Fu Heng. He said to Lou Hai, "how long does the doctor say I have?"

"Brother Rao..."

"To tell you the truth, don't lie to me."

Lou Hai clenched his teeth, "four months."

Fu Heng was a little anxious in his heart. "As long as a lot of people have a good mentality, they may recover in the later stage."

Ji Rao bent his lips and laughed, "even if he died, it doesn't matter."

"Ji Rao, what are you talking about?"

Ji Rao's heart has long been dead. It makes no difference for him whether he is alive or dead.

"I'm going home."

"No way!" Fu Heng looked at Ji Rao with special incomprehension, "what do you want to do? Do you have to kill yourself to be happy? What kind of temper are you playing when you are like this! "

In the past, when Fu Heng talked to him like this, Ji Rao would stand up and scold him, but now he doesn't have the strength and energy.

Ji Rao leaned against the head of the bed and put a pillow behind him. Looking at Fu Heng, he sneered, "do you want me to have a good treatment quietly in the hospital, suffer all kinds of torture and finally die in the hospital bed? Fu Heng, you are so cruel. It's not worse than when you were a child. "

Fu Heng suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart. He especially wanted to tell Ji Rao that he was not like he was when he was a child. Now he can be a very good brother. Ji Rao's words are still so cruel. Although Ji Rao doesn't believe that he is really good to him, he still feels aggrieved when he hears Ji Rao's words.