"As his closed disciple, he is also your father's good friend, but you don't even know about this?" Jin Han seemed surprised.
I really don’t know, I just felt that something was wrong during the period before Zhang Xiu, and his physical condition didn’t look good, but he said that it was caused by drinking too much, so I didn’t think too much about it.
"Just tell me." I didn't want to hear Jin Han's weird temper, and his tone became more urgent.
Jin Han then told me that Zhang Xiuqian had gastric cancer, which was already in the advanced stage, and was now being treated in the hospital. However, he seemed to be uncooperative and just wanted to eat and drink for the rest of his life.
My heart froze when I heard the word cancer. I also had terminal cancer in my last life, and I know the pain very well.
And now, Zhang Xiuqian, like me, is suffering from the devastation and torture of cancer cells, but he doesn’t even have anyone by his side, and he refuses to tell me.
I couldn't react and stared at Jin Han blankly, my mind going blank.
Jin Han saw that I was in a bad mood, so he stood up and came to me, waving his hand, "What's wrong? Were you hit?"
When I came back to my senses, I realized that my eyes were red and tears were falling from the corners of my eyes. I couldn't control it.
"Do you have anything else? I don't have time now. Let's talk next time." After wiping away my tears, I began to order Jin Han to leave.
When Jin Han saw me crying, a trace of shock and panic flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal in the next second. He didn't mess with me today, he just waved his hand, "Nothing else, you go see your master. The Oncology Department of the First Hospital, check it out yourself.”
After that he left.
I didn't have time to think too much, so I immediately locked the door of the studio and hurried to the hospital.
Soon, I found the ward where Zhang Xiuqian was. When I wanted to see him, a doctor stopped me. He asked me, "Who are you from Zhang Xiuqian?"
"I am his apprentice, doctor, are you my master's attending physician?" I glanced at the sign on the doctor's chest, surnamed Xiong.
Dr. Xiong nodded, then waved to me with a relieved look, "Go to the office with me to chat first."
I looked at the door of the ward, then nodded and followed Dr. Xiong to the office.
It turned out that Dr. Xiong wanted to talk to me about Zhang Xiuqian’s condition. I also learned from him that Zhang Xiuqian now had no desire to live. He even refused to contact any relatives and friends to come to the hospital to accompany him. Many things he said It's all your own signature and responsibility.
"The patient's mentality is very bad. Although he is already in the middle and late stages, cooperating with treatment can prolong his survival time to some extent. You are the first person to come to the hospital to visit him. Do you know the contact information of his family?" Dr. Xiong asked I.
I shook my head, "My master didn't marry and have children. His parents also passed away. He has no brothers or sisters."
"That's it. No wonder he refuses to contact his family and has no desire to survive. Then..." Doctor Xiong sighed and gave me the important task of persuading Zhang Xiuqian, "Go and persuade your master. If not treated, he will have at most three months to survive."
For three months, I was terrified.
I almost lost my mind and came to Zhang Xiuqian's ward. Fortunately, although the old man had no desire to live, he didn't wrong himself too much and lived in a high-end single ward.
When I entered, Zhang Xiuqian was resting with his eyes closed. Except for the fact that he looked thinner and yellower than before, everything else was actually fine.
That's why I didn't pay that much attention, thinking that he really drank too much.
"Master." I cheered up and said.
Zhang Xiuqian woke up with a start. When he saw me, he was extremely surprised, "Yiyi, why are you here? How did you know I'm here?"
"Jin Han told me." I didn't hide it. I stood beside the hospital bed and asked reproachfully, "Master, why did you hide it from me? You are so seriously ill, do you still have to hold on alone?"
Zhang Xiuqian's eyes evaded and he said in a nonchalant tone, "Well, I've lived enough anyway. I'm old and alone. I don't have anything to worry about. I can just leave as long as I want. I'm not afraid."
Hearing him say this made me even more heartbroken.
"But who will be my master after you leave? Who will teach me various painting techniques? I only learned 20-30% from you. Is this how you are responsible for your apprentice?" I asked angrily.
Zhang Xiuqian looked at me guiltily, "I'm sorry for you. That's why I prepared that art exhibition and wanted to introduce you to everyone. You are a very talented child. I believe you will not be worse than me. Even if Without my guidance, you have already entered the industry and will definitely get better and better!"
This was intended to ask me to rely on myself, but I immediately refused, "No, master, the doctor said that if you cooperate well with the treatment, there is still hope, but if you don't cooperate with the treatment, it will cause a headache!"
Zhang Xiuqian was very stubborn, "I don't believe it. How can I not know my own body? If it can't be cured, don't suffer the consequences!"
