At the back door of an unknown shop, Jing Hanyan stood helplessly on the wall with his hands down, lowered his head, and turned his back to Xia Zhe, standing helplessly.

Xia Zhi waited for a while but didn't see him turn back, and said warmly:

"You are studying medicine by yourself. You should know that even if it is a tumor, the early symptoms are still easy to control, and you are not 100% sure yet. Why are you so nervous? It's okay, let me talk to Professor Jing. If you feel it's inconvenient to speak, why do I help you?"

Jing Hanyan waved his hand, turned around, leaned against the wall, and smiled bitterly:

"Huh! I used to meet such a patient, and I would say that. But now I know that it is really empty to say this. I am still very worried that once a tumor in the lymphatic system occurs..."

Jing Hanyan couldn't continue to say anything.

Xia Zhi let out:

"Huh! Then I'll say that, maybe you can feel it's a little more real. From my experience, if you treat your body with Chinese medicine in the early stage, increase your immunity, and then you will have no problem with surgery, chemotherapy, and Chinese medicine. It will be OK in three or four months."

Jing Hanyan stood up straight: "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm sure." Xia Zhi focused heavily.

The street lights in the alley were a little dim, but made Xia Zhi's face soft and delicate. Her thin figure was straight, and she looked at Jing Hanyan seriously, and her eyes were inexplicably trustworthy.

Jing Hanyan stood up and suddenly reached out to hug her, his voice choked: "Xiazhi! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Hey hey, let me go." Xia Zhi pushed him away with disgust: "Don't rub my snot and tears, I'm new clothes."

"Puchi!" Jing Hanyan laughed, but sniffed again, covered his face, squatted down and said softly: "Don't let my grandfather know, okay?"

Xia Zhi looked at his curled up figure, exhaled secretly, and squatted down, saying:

"In addition to viral infection and genetic factors, there is also a small part of this disease, which is long-term depression. I think this is the case for you. If you can't solve it yourself, it will always be unfavorable to your health, and Chinese medicine cannot be adjusted."

Jing Hanyan buried his head without making a sound.

The surroundings are quiet, but you can see the bright lights at the end of the alley, like a dream; you can also hear the scattered songs and laughter of square dances, like the voice-over of a dream.

Jing Hanyan's head was even lower.

There seems to be something very difficult to say.

Xia Zhi had no choice but to accompany him silently to sort out his emotions.

The two of them squatted like this for a short period of ten minutes, and Xia Zhi felt his feet numb.

Since Jing Hanyan didn't say anything, she had to say, "Hehe, if you can't find a place to talk to, go find a tree hole and a psychologist. Life is sometimes difficult, but if you try hard to get through it, and look back, it's actually nothing."

Jing Hanyan sighed: "Oh, some people's lives are destined to be wrong. Thank you, Xia Zhi, I will try my best to adjust myself."

Xia Zhi: "Then go back, I'll prescribe you a prescription. You take it for a week to condition your body and then have surgery. Otherwise, what's the matter if you ask me to squat at the base of this wall? Look, there's a trash can next to us, which makes me look low."

Xia Zhi made his tone light and his body moved. He was about to stand up when the door next to the two people suddenly pushed open.
Chapter completed!