At the entrance of a market in Sui F He, a black Toyota driver got off the bus and immediately walked to Yang Zhitong and asked, "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Fuck, how did you drive a car? This is the entrance to the market, and there are people around you, why don't you pay attention?" Yang Zhitong covered his arm and cursed.

"I called and didn't see you coming out of the intersection. I'm really embarrassed, uncle!" The black Toyota driver reached out to support Yang Zhitong and asked again: "Where is the injury? Is your legs okay? Can you stand up?"

"The legs hurt a little, and the arms stumbled a little." Yang Zhitong helped the driver stand up, moved his legs and arms a little, and felt that he had nothing to do with him, and said, "It's okay, it shouldn't hurt the bones, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand up."

"Come on, go to the hospital and have a movie."

"It's okay, no need, if you can move, there's nothing big about it. Fortunately, you're not fast, otherwise you'd hit me in the crematorium." Yang Zhitong waved his hand in a real way: "Okay, you go, I have to drink."

When the Toyota driver saw that Yang Zhitong's arm was bleeding, he immediately insisted on saying, "Uncle, go to the hospital for a look. You are old. If you want to have a good person, you will have a hit-and-run and run away. I won't be able to explain it clearly at that time."

"Are you quite enthusiastic?" Yang Zhitong was stunned.

"Shoot a movie, check it out, it's good for both of us." The Toyota driver insisted, "Let's go, go, take a movie and take a movie and take a look."

Yang Zhitong didn't want to go to the hospital, but he stood in front of the front of the car for a while and felt that his arm was indeed a little tingling, so he didn't refuse: "Okay, go to the county hospital for a check-up. If nothing is wrong, just leave. I won't cheat you."

"Haha, okay, then get in the car."

The Toyota driver reached out to help Yang Zhitong again, and then several vendors who were practicing stalls at the market were watching the fun. They praised the driver happily, thinking that he was quite real.

...

It was almost noon, in the county hospital.

Yang Zhitong waved his hand and said to the Toyota driver: "It's okay. The doctor just checked my arm and said that it was nothing big, but it was a bit contusion. Just go back and apply some medicine, and you don't need to apply gypsum."

"I'd better wait for the movie to come out with you." The driver insisted.

"Child, I let the car touch the arms and legs. We spend extra money to shoot those old movies, so there is no need." Yang Zhitong waved his hand again and said, "The old man is not the kind of person who can cheat people. Listen to me, do whatever you should do. After a while, the movie comes out, and I leave after taking the medicine."

"Then I really don't need to be with me?"

"No, no!"

"Then I'll throw you a thousand dollars, so you can keep it and buy some nutritional supplements, and then we'll settle this matter privately."

“No need to leave money.”

"Oh, one code is converted into one code. If you give the money, you will be considered private." The Toyota driver replied with a smile, lowered his head and pointed out a thousand dollars from his wallet, and forced it to Yang Zhitong.

"You kid is pretty good."

"I work in the government and I'm afraid of trouble." After a smile, the driver waved his hand and said to Yang Zhitong: "Then I'll leave first, uncle."

"Okay."

After the two exchanged a few greetings, the driver turned around and went downstairs with the bills for the hospital. After waiting for a while, Yang Zhitong felt a little anxious when he saw that the film had not yet come out. He immediately prepared to go downstairs to get the medicine, and then stopped taking the film and went to Lao Li's house to drink.

Yang Zhitong stood up, took out the cigarette, and just as he was about to walk outside, he saw his wife rushing over.

"Hey, why are you here?"

"I heard that you were hit by a car at the street corner!" My wife asked anxiously, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's all done." Yang Zhitong waved his hand and responded: "There's nothing, what did you say you're here to do."

"Have you made a movie? Where is the driver who bumped into you?" My wife began to ask in a whisper.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about it. I said it's okay, it's okay." Yang Zhitong responded impatiently, "Let's go downstairs to get some medicine, and we'll go back."

"That won't work, we have to wait for the film to come out..."

"Yang Zhitong, are Yang Zhitong patients here?"

Just as the old couple was talking, the doctor was carrying the film and suddenly stood at the door and shouted.

"Ah, I'm!" Yang Zhitong turned around.

"Come on, come in and your film is out." The doctor waved his hand and greeted him.

...

A few minutes later, in the doctor's office, Yang Zhitong grinned his teeth and asked, "Nothing is it big, right?"

"Do you smoke?" the doctor asked in a daze.

Yang Zhitong was stunned: "I'll suck."

“How many years have you been sucking?”

"That's been a year, at least forty years." Yang Zhitong recalled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you usually cough?" the doctor intervened and asked again.

"How many people have been smoking for twenty years? How many of them don't cough?" Yang Zhitong responded without taking it seriously at this moment.

"Is there blood in the phlegm? Bloodline, very small bloodline."

"…!" After hearing this, Yang Zhitong's smile gradually disappeared: "What's wrong? What bloodshots, I haven't noticed it before?"

"Your arms and legs are fine, but I just hit you, afraid that you will have a hidden injury on your body, so I paid the cost of taking a video on your head, arms, legs, and chest... I looked at the CT scan of your chest and found that there was a shadow in your lungs... From my experience, it was not very good... So I suggest you do a sectioning pathological test immediately." The doctor replied directly.

The old lady was stunned when she heard the sound, while Yang Zhitong asked with confusion: "What is a pathological test? Just tell me what's wrong with me!"

"You may have lung cancer." The doctor responded after a while.

Yang Zhitong didn't know what lung cancer was, nor did he know what basic symptoms were. But he knew that cancer would not be cured if he had this disease, so he was confused after listening to the doctor.

"Pudong!"

After a while, the old lady sat on the ground with a thud.

...

In the evening, in a rural bungalow.

The old lady wiped her tears and called a mobile phone number with her landline several times, but the other party didn't answer.

After about ten minutes, a strange number came to me.

"Hello?!"

"Son, where are you?"

"What's wrong with mom?" A man's voice rang out on the phone.

"... Today your dad asked the car to touch it accidentally and had a check-up in the hospital... The doctor said... your dad had lung cancer... and asked to continue the test." The old lady wiped her tears and whispered: "Mom... I don't know what to do... So I call you..."

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!