Du Guanglin clearly remembered that the patients who were less than -0.5 in the city hospital were either missing arms and legs or mummy-shaped, but the one in front of him was really weird.

"Young man, what have you been watching me?" Perhaps it was Du Guanglin's previous strange performance and the peeping that was still too weird until now, which made the other party feel unhappy. The middle-aged man finally turned his body, coughed lightly, and spoke with a slightly dissatisfied expression, "Are you from Chuangyuan Advertising on the Ninth Floor?"

"Ha, sorry." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Du Guanglin's face. He had been looking at the other person like this, and it was indeed very impolite, so he hurriedly apologized. After he hesitated for a moment, he said in a slight voice, "Sir, have you felt a little uncomfortable recently?"

If the middle-aged man had just spoken directly for his rudeness or his attitude was extremely bad, even though Du Guanglin would still apologize, he would not have asked this question more. After all, if others are alive, they are not his business? But since the other party is obviously dissatisfied, he still asks very casually, just because of this attitude, Du Guanglin felt a little fond of him.

"Oh? Do you still look at your complexion?" The middle-aged man's face changed, and he showed a slightly interested expression. In recent days, he did feel that his physical condition was not as good as before. Not only did he lose weight, he was often weak, anorexia, and occasionally abdominal pain, and was accompanied by several other symptoms. However, he thought that this was just a sequelae of long-term and heavy work, so he didn't care at all. Only his wife at home forced himself to have a full-scale physical examination a few days ago. It seemed that the report was about to come out in the past two days. He didn't take this matter much, but why did the young man in front of him see that he was feeling a little uncomfortable at first glance? He kept staring at himself so strangely?

"Let's understand a little bit." Du Guanglin smiled again, but didn't say much, just said, "If it's convenient, I still hope you go to the hospital for a detailed examination."

"Well? You can't be from the hospital, right? The examination fee is not low now!" The middle-aged man was stunned, but laughed, and even joked.

"Haha, of course not." Du Guanglin was also amused, but he no longer explained anything. He had already reminded him that if he didn't go, he could not force him to go.

After chatting for a few more words, the elevator arrived at the first floor. No one asked anyone's name, but they all walked outside the building.

He spent the remaining half a day in the interview and went to two companies one after another. Although the two companies still had no clear answers, their attitude was finally better, and they just asked him to go back and wait for the notice.

It was not until he walked out of the door of the last company that Du Guanglin slapped his head and said terrible. No matter whether the notifications were waiting for the response or not, he didn't even have a mobile phone now.

If a company really contacted him, wouldn’t he missed the opportunity? But the mobile phone... When he thought of the mobile phone, Du Guanglin felt pain again. He had no money. Now he has a lot of debts. Just think about it and you will know that the examinations and treatments I did today, as well as the hospitalization fees last night, would not be too low. Maybe even if he had a job, he would have to save money for several months before he could get rich. But this mobile phone is really in short supply.

In desperation, he rushed to the second-hand market in Hecheng again, spent more than 100 yuan to buy an old mobile phone that could barely be used, and restored his previous phone number. After all this, Du Guanglin had less money.

It was not until after 8 o'clock in the evening that he rushed home in a sleepy state. After he got home, he went straight to the bed.

Just as he closed his eyes and rested, a ringtone of his cell phone suddenly rang. Du Guanglin was startled first, and then he was happy. Is there any notification?

I grabbed my phone and answered it. A familiar voice from the other side soon came, "Hey, is it Mr. Du?"

"It's me, who are you?" Du Guanglin answered hurriedly, and even secretly guessed what company this person was from.

"I am Wang Minghai." The other party responded softly, and seemed to have a hint of despair, but in that despair, there was a hint of hope, "We have seen it in the elevator of Guanghe Building this morning."

"Ah, it's you?" Du Guanglin suddenly rang. Where did he hear this voice? Isn't this the handsome middle-aged man with a qi spirit value of -0.7? How could he have his own phone number?

"Mr. Du, I got the examination report a few days ago this afternoon." Wang Minghai's tone became heavier, "I have cancer, gastric cancer, and I am close to the late stage."

"Ah..." Du Guanglin was stunned, but he quickly recovered. It seemed that this answer was not worthy of his surprise. The other party's Qi Shen value was almost close to the value of the dead. He was suffering from a terminal illness, and it was not surprising. So the next moment, Du Guanglin quickly flattened his voice, "That's really a pity. I hope Mr. Wang's disease can be cured as soon as possible."

"Mr. Du, I want to ask, did you see something this afternoon?" With Du Guanglin's answer, the voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became excited, "You know, the look you looked at me this afternoon was really weird. Even when I went for a checkup a few days ago, the doctors in the city hospital did not think I was sick, they just thought it was overworked..."

"I just saw that you were dying." He muttered strangely in his heart, and Du Guanglin replied as if he was dodging, "Sorry, Mr. Wang, I really just thought you were in a bad mood in the morning, so I kindly mentioned that."

There was no reply on the other side of the phone for a long time. Until Du Guanglin thought that the other party's phone had hung up, Wang Minghai's voice rang again, but the topic suddenly moved to another place, "Hehe, Mr. Du, did you go to Chuangyuan in the morning to interview a graphic advertising designer?"

"Huh? Yes." Du Guanglin was slightly surprised and replied with certainty.

"Okay, you can go to work at 8:30 tomorrow morning. As for the compensation, we can negotiate tomorrow." A chuckle suddenly came from the other side of the phone, "Actually, Chuangyuan Advertising was founded by me."

"Ah..." At this moment, Du Guanglin suddenly thought that Wang Minghai remembered that he walked into the elevator from the ninth floor. So when he found his physical examination report, if he wanted to find himself, just go back to Chuangyuan and find out his resume... Those resumes were all done in the past, and the contact information above was still the number he was using now. The only strange thing here is that Wang Minghai is Chuangyuan's boss, Chuangyuan is on the ninth floor of the building, so why did he get down from the building? Of course, he can't take care of such private matters and is too lazy to care about them.

So now, will you go to Chuangyuan to work? What the other party means now is definitely not that he valued his own design abilities, but because he seems to think that his own will be helpful to him...

When Du Guanglin thought of this, he felt a little ridiculous. Wang Minghai was too sensible. Cancer is a terminal illness. Although the medical conditions have been greatly improved, even if it is near late stage cancer, it is no longer a sure death. But he actually wanted to get close to himself because of a nearly talkative sentence in the afternoon. Isn’t this too much?

After laughing, Du Guanglin said, "Mr. Wang, I think you have really misunderstood. Even if you are seeking medical treatment indiscriminately, you still have to find a real doctor. I am really..."
Chapter completed!