Chapter 6 how long can I live?

It was morning when Max Andrews woke up, and the attending doctor came to examine him. The attending doctor, surnamed Frank, was already familiar with Max Andrews, and his face was more smelly today than ever before. "If you drink again, don't come to the hospital next time, go straight to the funeral home!" Max Andrews smiled, frail and shallow, "Doc.". Frank, have a glass of water to cool down. At the sight of her smile, Doc. Frank won't be angry. He has been a doctor for 20 years, and he has seen a lot of human warmth and coldness. There are old people who have been left in the hospital in their late years, but it is rare for a young woman to come back to the hospital alone. Doc. Frank looked at her as if she were his own daughter, and he could not help persuading her in all earnestness, "Max Andrews, medical science is very developed now, and advanced gastric cancer is not a fatal disease.". You are still young, why should you give up the treatment? If you have an operation, there is still 20% hope. Max Andrews interrupted, "Doc.". Frank, how long do I have? Doc. Frank turned a straight face. "Two months." Max Andrews murmured, "Almost. It should be in time." Doc. Frank knew that Max Andrews had a rough relationship, but the inside story was not very clear, and he could not stop persuading him, "People live for a lifetime, and plants and trees rest.". Max Andrews, take my advice, if you refuse treatment, why waste your time on love? You might as well go out and see the world. Max Andrews shook his head and said softly, "That's not what I want." All she wants is a little love, a kind of fulfillment. Doc. Frank said that he was an outsider after all, and his persuasion was ineffective. He sighed a few times and went out. Before he left, Max Andrews borrowed his cell phone to call a carer he knew well. Clay, this is Max Andrews.. Yes, I'm in hospital again. Do you have time these days? Ok, please help me buy a breakfast, two sets of clothes, a mobile phone, and a nail scissors. After the phone call, she raised her hands with great interest and counted three broken nails, all of which were broken by her fist when she had a stomachache yesterday. After dinner and a shower, it was already past noon. Max Andrews looked at his cell phone several times, but there was no latest call, no message. Alex Brock doesn't know what happened to her? Lying in the afternoon, the energy recovered a little, after all, I couldn't help calling him first. Stubbornly hit a few times before the other side picked it up. "What is it?" The voice was impatient. Max Andrews tugged at the corners of his mouth and asked, "Where are you?" "Hospital." Then he hung up the phone. Max Andrews froze, then smiled. What was she thinking? Alex Brock came to the hospital to see Ava Andrews, of course. How could she imagine that he had come to see her? This is really no self-knowledge. Max Andrews buried his face in his palm and shook his shoulders. Ms. Clay came in and saw her like this, a bunch of comforting voices. “Ms. Andrews, it's okay. It's okay. After a while, Max Andrews looked up. Ms. Clay was surprised, "Ms.". Andrews, what's so funny? She's still crying. Max Andrews wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and pointed to himself. "I'm, I'm funny." Ms. Clay doesn't understand. Max Andrews went to wash his face, changed into his regular clothes, and carried Ms. Clay brought the fruit basket and went to the 18th floor of the inpatient department. There were only two people in the ward, Alex Brock and Ava Andrews. She knocked on the door and went in. In the cold eyes of Alex Brock, Shi Shiran approached the hospital bed and put the fruit basket beside Ava Andrews. How are you feeling today? "Alex came to me several times and asked me," Ava Andrews retorted. "You don't have to worry. I'm recovering well." After a pause, he stabbed her proudly. "But cousin, your face looks a little bad." Max Andrews sat down on the sofa and smiled. "I had a car accident after drinking yesterday, and I'm still very weak." Then he looked at Alex Brock. "Husband, you should go to see me, don't you think?"