I hung up and drove to the Sunshine Hospital.
Today, the Sunshine Hospital was quite different from before. Few people came before, but now it was crowded.
I waited in line for nearly 20 minutes before entering the parking lot.
I stopped and thought about it for a long time.
How could I tell Ming about Marcia?
Lester had taken the medicine three times. If Ming didn’t give an antidote after the fourth time, Lester...
I couldn’t think of the consequences.
This was my only chance.
I decided and took a deep breath. I got off and went to Ming’s office.
His office was on the top floor of the hospital administration building.
I went upstairs and didn’t see anyone.
I went to the door of Ming’s office and knocked gently.
The door opened quickly. I saw Ming standing at the door. He was wearing a white coat and glasses and was smiling softly.
He saw me and said, “is it hot outside?”
“No.” I shook my head.
Ming was not aggressive in front of me recently. It was like the beginning.
His eyes were gentle and he smiled all the time.
He never embarrassed me.
It was a pity that too much had happened. Even if he pretended, my mood had changed.
I didn’t smile and just walked into the office.
He came in, too.
I sat on the sofa. Instead of sitting in an office chair, he sat next to me and asked me gently, “what are you going to tell me?”
I looked into Ming’s eyes. His eyes were expectant. I bit my lips and said, “I met Marcia today.”
“Who?”
Ming was obviously stunned. He didn’t seem to expect me to mention her. He was a little surprised and disappointed.
“Marcia.” I repeated.
Ming heard it clearly and immediately became apathetic. He folded his legs and put his hands on his knees. He looked at me and said coldly, “so what?”
It seemed that she was not a lover who had been in love with him for more than ten years, but a stranger.
Her name didn’t move him.
But I didn’t flinch. I went on, “Marcia has uterine cancer.”
Ming frowned when I said it.
Then I added, “phase II.”
Obviously Ming’s face relaxed slightly. He said lightly, “Oh.”
I immediately went on, “but when I met her today, her assistant told me that she didn’t want to be treated because she might not be able to conceive for life. She always wanted to be pregnant. "
“That’s her business.”
Ming still looked at me in the same position. He looked cold.
I went on, “Marcia is a good woman. Even if her leg breaks, many men like her. But she’s been single for years. Have you thought about the reason?”
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