The Ninth People''s Hospital, Xia Yuxuan ward.


    Fang Cheng is sitting beside the hospital bed, with an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other, cutting apples for Xia Yuxuan.


    "No, cut it." Fang Cheng smiled and handed over the peeled apple.


    Seeing Xia Yuxuan in a daze, Fang Cheng waved the apple in front of her, "silly?"


    "Ah!" Xia Yuxuan recovered, grabbed the apple, took a bite, lowered her head and whispered, "Fang Cheng, when can I leave the hospital?"


    "When you finish eating this apple and hang it for a few days, the doctor said, you''re too tired. How many times have I told you, you just don''t listen. I can''t afford you?" Fang Cheng pretended to be angry.


    "Well, I won''t dare again next time." Xia Yuxuan smiled sweetly and chewed the apple hard.


    "Just know..."


    Before he finished, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.


    "Come in!"


    Fang Cheng frowned and said in a deep voice.


    "Boss!"


    At the door of the ward, a blond Sean stood there and shouted softly.


    Fang Cheng saw Sean, turned his head and said to Xia Yuxuan, "I went out for a while in advance. Wait for me here." Then he rubbed Xia Yuxuan''s small head.


    "Yes." Xia Yuxuan answered with a smile.


    After seeing Fang Cheng leave the ward, Xia Yuxuan could no longer suppress her emotions. She buried her pretty face between her knees, her shoulders trembled, and tears ran down her cheeks.


    Outside the ward.


    Fang Cheng looked at Sean with a white man in a white coat and asked, "is he professor Smith?"


    "Yes, Dr. Smith is the best oncologist in the world."


    After hearing Sean''s introduction, Fang Cheng nodded and looked at Professor Smith.


    Professor Smith is about fifty or sixty years old. He has a slightly bald forehead and a thin face. He looks a little old-fashioned.


    "Hello, Dr. Smith." Fang Cheng stretched out his right hand expressionless, "you should have seen my girlfriend''s medical record."


    "Hello, Mr. Fang," Smith shook hands with Fang Cheng. "Your girlfriend''s diagnosis is correct, and indeed it has pancreatic cancer."


    "Are you sure you can cure it?"


    "Mr. Fang, pancreatic cancer is the most troublesome of all cancers. According to statistics, its five year survival rate is less than 1%."


    Hearing the speech, Fang Cheng frowned, "what does the five-year survival rate mean?"


    "The five-year survival rate is a medical term for counting the effect of cancer treatment, because after five years of cancer treatment, the risk of recurrence will be reduced to less than 10%. In other words, after five years, it means that patients have a great chance to survive."


    "You mean that even if she is operated on, her hope of living for five years is less than 1%?"


    Smith nodded.


    "What if you came for the operation?"


    "Mr. Fang, it doesn''t matter who has surgery," Smith said quickly. "It''s limited to our technology. Moreover, according to the information you provided, the patient''s mother also had cancer, so the patient is likely to be affected by genetic factors.


    According to our statistics, the probability of recurrence and death of such patients is almost 100 percent. "


    With that, Smith looked at Fang Cheng.


    After hearing Smith''s words, Fang Cheng kept twitching in the corners of his eyes, "aren''t you the best oncologist in the world?"


    He grabbed Smith by the collar and said with red eyes, "save her! You can pay as much as you want!"


    "Mr. Fang, this... It''s not a matter of money. Excuse me... There''s nothing I can do!"


    Smith was pressed out of breath by the square gas field and trembled all over.


    Fang Cheng looked at Smith with his eyes closed. With a frightened expression, he slowly loosened his collar and waved to him powerlessly.


    "Come on, Dr. Smith." Sean whispered aside.


    After they left, Fang Cheng went back to the ward.


    "What''s the matter?"


    As if nothing had happened, Xia Yuxuan continued to sit on the hospital bed and chew the apple. Seeing Fang Cheng''s depressed appearance after coming in, she asked with concern.


    "Nothing." Fang Cheng raised his head and smiled. It was just a smile. It was really reluctant.


    "Fang Cheng."


    The sunshine outside the window sprinkled on Xia Yuxuan''s pretty face, which set her off like a fairy.


    "Huh?"


    "I want to go home and visit our hometown, just you and me." Xia Yuxuan blinked and looked at Fang Cheng, as if she was sure he would promise himself.


    "Good!" Fang Cheng looked into her eyes and nodded hard.


    ......


    The next morning, Fang Cheng personally drove Xia Yuxuan to Wucheng.


    In the next few days, Fang Cheng accompanied Xia Yuxuan shopping, shopping and watching movies in Wucheng.


    Although Fang Cheng has the most profitable Yuncheng technology in the world, he also controls the country of pasar islands. In theory, he is one of the most powerful people on earth.


    But at the moment, he and Xia Yuxuan, wearing lovers'' clothes, accompanied her through the streets of Wucheng, just like other ordinary lovers.


    Although Fang Cheng and Xia Yuxuan tried very hard to find the appearance of Wucheng when they were studying, the small town has changed too much. Many new buildings have been built, and many old buildings have been demolished. In addition, the newly built roads have turned the small town in the south of the Yangtze River into an appearance they don''t know.


    Fang Cheng came back in a hurry and didn''t notice these at all. Wucheng was not the same as he was when he was studying.


    It has changed.


    "Fang Cheng, go to No. 7 middle school."


    "Why do you suddenly want to go there?" Fang Cheng looked at Xia Yuxuan and said with a smile.


    Wucheng No. 7 middle school is the high school Fang Cheng once attended. But now, the old high school is too broken and deserted. Now the No. 7 middle school has moved to a new teaching building.


    "Just want to see it all of a sudden." Xia Yuxuan said softly with her hands wrapped around her.


    More than ten minutes later, Fang Cheng drove to the former high school.


    Wucheng No. 7 middle school is not far from Fang Chengjia community. A large number of employees and children of his father fangzhengguo iron and steel plant studied here at the beginning.


    After they got off the bus.


    Fang Cheng took Xia Yuxuan''s jade hand and introduced her to the school she had attended. "This is the old campus, which has been abandoned now. It is estimated that it will be torn down and built a new house soon."


    He grabbed the iron railing of the gate of Laoqi middle school, which was covered with rust.


    "Squeak -- squeak --"


    Fang Cheng pushed the rusty iron door open slowly with a slight force.


    He went in, took a look, looked back and said with a smile, "come in, there''s no one inside!"


    Fang Cheng stood inside the door and waved to Xia Yuxuan.


    Xia Yuxuan happily followed Fang Cheng and walked into the seventh middle school.


    In the campus, the exterior wall coating of the teaching building has all peeled off, exposing the cyan gray wall, which is very ugly.


    If Fang Cheng remembers correctly, this teaching building has a history of nearly 50 years.