She had paid for an expert consultation and then went through the usual series of tests.
Once again, she observed the sympathetic gaze of the expert doctor.
Chen Feng asked bluntly, "Doctor, are there any signs of improvent in my brain tumor?"
The doctor spoke in a gentle tone, "Your condition is rather complicated. I’ve looked at your previous dical records. How should I put it, this disease... typically calls for conservative treatnt. At this stage, you may experience symptoms like headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, fainting, and in severe cases vision impairnt, hearing loss, paralysis..."
Chen Feng, sowhat impatiently, interrupted him, "I know all that. Just tell , according to the comparative brain CT scan, has there been any improvent in my condition compared to before?"
The doctor maintained a pleasant deanor, undisturbed by Chen Feng’s tone or interruption, and continued gently, "There might be a slight improvent. As long as you relax and maintain a healthy diet, and fight against the disease with a positive attitude, there will certainly be a slight improvent..."
Chen Feng imdiately frowned, asking unhappily, "So you’re saying there hasn’t been any improvent?"
The doctor, slightly embarrassed, smiled but eventually nodded, "Yes, there’s virtually no change. But there’s also been no deterioration, which in itself is a positive sign. Although I’m reluctant to speak of miracles, I truly wish you the best."
The doctor’s attitude was beyond reproach, but Chen Feng felt exceedingly dejected after hearing his words.
He had believed that his condition was improving, sustaining energy from two paintings daily, and thought the tumor might have improved.
But now, it seed that was not the case.
This was seriously ssed up!
Wasn’t his body in good condition now?
"Why do I feel like my body is in perfect health, with no problems at all? No headaches, dizziness, nausea, or vomiting either."
The doctor looked at his test results, nodding slightly, "The other indicators for your body are indeed quite good, apart from the brain. The absence of expected symptoms requires specific analysis. So patients don’t have them, although they’re rare. You might just be one of those exceptional cases."
Chen Feng left the hospital in a foul mood!
This damned hospital! He’d be a dog if he ever ca back.
It was nothing but a false hope, compounded by another psychological blow.
Being sentenced to death by the doctor yet again was not an easy pill to swallow.
Back at the East Lake Villa, Chen Feng just lay on the bed, motionless as a corpse, no appetite even for dinner.
When he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and then got divorced, he had been resigned, ready to accept death. But now he couldn’t bear the thought.
With cars, a house, and won—two of them—life was good. Who the hell would want to die?
His phone started pinging with WeChat notifications.
But Chen Feng couldn’t be bothered to check.
It wasn’t until the phone rang so ti later that he reluctantly reached for it, seeing it was a call from Xiao Ya.
Picking up, Chen Feng spoke listlessly, "I’m busy tonight, won’t be coming back."
"Ah, not coming back?"
Xiao Ya was surprised but also secretly pleased.
These past few days, Chen Feng had been dragging her to play gas nonstop, leaving her exhausted and a bit scared.
"Hm. If there’s nothing else, that’ll be all for now." Chen Feng was in no mood for a chat.
"Wait a second. Will you be coming ho tomorrow?"
"We’ll see."
"Oh, well... where are you now?"
Xiao Ya couldn’t help but ask.
Having spent the last few days together, Xiao Ya had developed so feelings for Chen Feng; she couldn’t be entirely indifferent to his staying out all night.
Hearing her ask, Chen Feng grew impatient, saying directly, "I’m at my girlfriend’s place. I’ll co find you when I’m free."
"...Oh, your girlfriend is back? Okay..."
She hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye before Chen Feng had already hung up the call.
Xiao Ya was just a substitute, after all. For Chen Feng to have even this much patience and talk to her that long with his mood being what it was was already remarkable.
Xiao Ya didn’t know about Chen Feng’s current state of mind. Seeing him just hang up like that, she sat holding her phone for a long while, eventually letting out a sorrowful sigh, then trying to gather her spirits again.
Right after Chen Feng ended the call with Xiao Ya, as if on cue, Lin Wan called him.
She didn’t feel like answering, but in the end she did.
"What’s up?" Chen Feng asked directly.
Lin Wan replied straightaway, "Tomorrow’s my birthday, I’m treating everyone to dinner in the evening. You must co."
After all, he was her friend, especially since she was also Wu ngting’s best friend, Chen Feng could only muster up a bit of energy to say, "Then why didn’t you say so earlier, only giving one day’s notice, how am I supposed to buy you a birthday gift?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Wan couldn’t help but reply happily, "Any birthday gift is fine, as long as it’s expensive. If you really don’t know what gift to buy, you can just give cash in a red envelope."
"Fine then. I’ll send you a red envelope through WeChat, the limit is 200, so I’ll send you one worth 200."
"Get out of here! You think that’s enough? A single red envelope limit is 200, but you could send 8, or even 10. If you find that too troubleso, just transfer the money directly, I’ll take it as a red envelope, I don’t mind."
"I do mind."
"Alright then. If you’re going to be like that, just sending a greeting card is also fine. Tomorrow night, I also invited a couple of other friends. They’re all beauties, you know."
"Then I’m not going. If only ngting was there, I wouldn’t mind, but adding two more girls, I as the only guy would feel a bit awkward."
"You’re really making a fuss over nothing. Four girls don’t mind, what’s there for you to mind about? You’ve got four beautiful won to accompany you for birthday drinks, you should be secretly thrilled."
Chen Feng thought about it then said, "How about this. I’ll pay and treat you all to dinner at Fuman Building. That saves the trouble of you having to cook."
"Fuman Building, huh? I heard a al can cost thousands, maybe tens of thousands, how could I accept that?"
"Haven’t you always thought I’m very rich? Do you think I would care about a few thousand or tens of thousands for a al?"
"Hehe, that’s true, I’ll thank you in advance then."
"Mhm. You let ngting and your two friends know. If there’s nothing else, that’s all for now."
"Ah, okay then."
Chen Feng didn’t bother with more pleasantries, he ended the call directly.
However, chatting with Lin Wan like this did lift his spirits sowhat.
Checking the ti, it was past seven in the evening, and it had already grown completely dark outside.
He got out of bed, went downstairs to the kitchen, and casually boiled so frozen dumplings. Then he sat in the living room, switched on the TV, and zoned out.
The WeChat notification bell chid, and when he checked, it was a ssage from Wu ngting.
She was asking about what ti the birthday banquet at Fuman Building was scheduled for tomorrow.
Clearly, Lin Wan was too embarrassed to ask and had her do it.
Chen Feng replied, [Tomorrow evening, I’ll tell you the exact ti later.]
After replying, Chen Feng looked up Fuman Building’s reservation number and called to make a reservation.
Luckily, there was a private room available after seven o’clock tomorrow night.
So, Chen Feng reserved it, and then inford Wu ngting.
Wu ngting sent an OK and a winking, cute emoji, which brightened up Chen Feng’s mood a bit more.
Being friends with the two beautiful won was ultimately a joyful thing.
Chen Feng picked up his phone, opened the reading app, and leaned back on the sofa to read Wu ngting’s "Golden Hairpin Fate."
This kind of female-targeted historical romance novel, which Chen Feng found surprisingly engaging as he read on.
One had to admit, Wu ngting’s prowess in writing novels was indeed impressive.
That evening, Chen Feng finished reading the rest of "Golden Hairpin Fate" in one sitting.
The book wasn’t particularly long, just over one million two hundred thousand words. Compared to male-targeted novels that could run into several millions of words, it wasn’t much at all.
After finishing "Golden Hairpin Fate," his fondness for Wu ngting grew even more.
A woman like her who could run a household, charm a room, and also write novels to earn money, not to ntion her beauty, gentle personality, and being from his hotown, was truly beyond reproach.
If it weren’t for this damned brain tumor, Chen Feng would have really liked to win her over.
Just when he thought his condition was getting better these past few days, it turned out to be a vain hope. It seed predestined that he and Wu ngting were ant to et but not destined to be together.
Perhaps it was mainly this fact that dealt him a great psychological blow.
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