There’s nothing that can’t be overco, and no ending that is truly unbearable.
We all have our own personalities, we all live with pride, and no one will foolishly make others think they are useless.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Old Master Zhang’s pathology report was about to co out. He waited with a bit of anticipation for a good result, but she was terrified that this result might crush him. Yet, he had no choice; many things must be experienced personally.
After lunch, the doctor called her into the office to look at it. He imdiately knew the news but didn’t know whether to tell or not. He wondered if telling would place too much of a psychological burden on the patient, but if not, how could he feel at ease treating his illness when he didn’t even know his condition?
"Doctor, I’d like to ask about my physical condition. I hope you can be as honest with as before. Don’t keep anything from , because you might hide it for now but not forever. Whether the result is good or bad, it’s my burden to bear, and only by shouldering the results ant for might life be any different.
I am well aware of whether the result is good or bad, and regardless of the outco, it is mine to bear. This is what I want, I don’t want to die not knowing why I died. I want clarity in my death. You know, I am soone with pride and dignity, a pride and dignity that surpasses all else..."
The doctor understood well, listening to such a seasoned figure from the business world, it felt humbling to chat with soone of such caliber.
However, the doctor was conflicted, uncertain of what to do. If he really went through with this, how could he reconcile it within himself, especially with his Uncle Shi!
"Uncle Shi, since you are so eager to know your condition, I can only be frank with you. The result of your test is not good; the tumor is confird to be malignant. We don’t know how much ti you have, but I hope you can still live happily and as you wished during these final monts. Chemotherapy is an option, and there might be a chance of recovery, but the choice ultimately rests with you..."
Even though Old Master Zhang had expected this result, it was shocking to hear it from the doctor. He hadn’t anticipated his once healthy body would beco like this.
"Since things have reached this stage, there’s nothing worth disregarding. But I still hope you can keep it secret; don’t tell my grandchildren. They have happy lives to lead, so why should they worry over the impending departure of an old man like ?
Your father and I have been good friends, and you’re soone I hold in high regard. Although there’s been nothing unforgettable between us over these years, I know your father has kept in touch with . I’ve never responded because I know that, often, choosing silence is the best answer. If I leave and you see your father, please apologize for . I failed all the expectations he had of !"
"Uncle Shi, don’t say that. You still have hope of recovery, but you insist on giving up treatnt. Are you really afraid your grandchildren will beco anxious upon learning of your condition? That’s just one aspect; most importantly, you don’t want your son to return because of your illness. Your pride prevents you from letting your biological son trample over your dignity ti and again. You can’t bear this humiliation from your son. If your heart is truly for your son’s well-being, you should inform your family. Although the outco may be hard to accept, and they might feel troubled by this news, it’s better than not telling them. At least they won’t feel as upset and mournful for your secrecy after you pass, right? They just want their family to be beside them, to be honest about everything. If you hide the truth, it would be even harder for them, wouldn’t it?"
"You should know that once such a diagnosis is confird, my body can only struggle on, sustained by sheer will. The constant pain feels like tornt, weakening a person’s resolve, leaving them unable to continue living. Do you know, from the mont I realized the possibility of having a malignant tumor, knowing I might not live long, my heart struggled to find peace. Although I seem to take everything lightly, is that really how I feel deep down? Whose heart wouldn’t grow fragile from illness, wanting comfort from others? But for the sake of my family’s happiness, their joy is more important to than my health. If I undergo treatnt, it would certainly reach my family’s ears. I can’t let them be saddened by my illness. I’d rather bear all the pain alone than let them lead a sorrowful, miserable life...
If you truly regard as your father’s close friend and respect as an elder, then please, keep this a secret. If this is leaked, my life would beco even harder. I don’t want my descendants to be frightened by the impending loss of soone destined to die. I can’t allow them to live so arduously, forcing smiles to maintain my spirits, only to cry in secret. This solitary existence is enough for ; I don’t wish the sa on those who co after . Even if my son can’t see one last ti before I die, I accept this because I chose this path and must bear it alone..."
The roads once traveled are known only to oneself; no one considers your circumstances. Only you can understand yourself.
Only by shaping the future together can one truly live with pride!
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