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Back at the hotel, I opened my laptop and logged into my email.
I saw a new message.
It was from Liu Jian.
I clicked it open, and inside was the report he had checked.
I read it several times before realizing what it said—stage four colon cancer.
In that moment, I felt as if lightning had struck me.
I was shattered, my whole being split in two.
With trembling hands, I picked up my phone to call Liu Jian.
But all I heard on the other end was "the line is busy."
I couldn't believe it and tried again.
The result was the same.
I texted him: "I must have read it wrong, right? Tell me you don't have cancer, that it's just gastritis."
He replied, "Xiao Wan, don't worry. I will get better."
I ran to the bathroom and covered my mouth as I cried out loud.
How could I not worry? It was cancer after all.
The next day, I bought a ticket back to Beijing.
When Liu Jian found out, he messaged me: "Xiao Wan, don't come back; focus on your work."
"I'll come find you as soon as I'm discharged."
I packed my things and headed to the airport.
Liu Jian called again: "Xiao Wan, listen to me, don't come back."
I held back my tears: "Liu Jian, wait for me. I'm coming back right away."
"Xiao Wan..."
I didn't let him finish and hung up the phone.
I boarded the plane.
After more than ten hours, I arrived in Beijing.
As soon as I got off the plane, I opened my phone to call him.
This time, he answered.
I cried out his name: "Liu Jian."
"I'm at the airport; I'll be there soon."
He comforted me: "Xiao Wan, don't cry. I'm fine."
While on the phone, I made my way outside.
Once out of the airport, I took a taxi straight to the hospital.
But Liu Jian wouldn't let me go there.
He shouted my name over the phone: "Xiao Wan."
"Don't come over, just listen to me."
I cried, "I want to see you."
"Xiao Wan, be good."
I hung up the phone and called my aunt.
I asked her, "Where is Liu Jian?"
My aunt hesitated, "He's in the hospital."
"Which hospital?"
"..."
In the end, I found out which hospital Liu Jian was in.
I bought some fruit and flowers to visit him.
He lay on the hospital bed, his face pale.
Seeing me, a smile spread across his face: "Xiao Wan, why did you come back?"
I set down my things and threw myself into his arms.
Breathing in his familiar scent, I cried loudly.
He patted my back gently, comforting me: "Xiao Wan, don't cry."
I looked up at him: "Liu Jian, does it hurt a lot?"
He shook his head with a smile: "It doesn't hurt."
"The doctor said that as long as I cooperate with the treatment, I'll recover soon."
I nodded through my sobs.
When I was in Chengdu, Liu Jian had hidden his illness from me.
Now that I'm back by his side, he still keeps it a secret.
He tells me nothing, leaving me to worry alone.
Even though he is clearly in pain, he pretends that nothing is wrong just so I won't worry.
Why is he so foolish?
That night, I stayed at the hospital to take care of him.
I poured him water and fed him his medicine.
He leaned on my shoulder and talked about the past.
He said he was particularly good at studying when he was young, always coming first in exams.
He said when he met me in college, he thought I was incredibly beautiful and cute.
He said after starting work, his biggest wish was to marry me.
He said he wanted to have two children with me in the future, one boy and one girl.
He also said...
He wanted to take me to see the sea someday.
I held him tightly as tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
He reached out to wipe my tears. "Xiao Wan, don't cry."
I could no longer hold back and buried my face in his chest, crying uncontrollably. If only I could be the one who was sick instead of him. I would rather endure all the pain than let him suffer even a little. Liu Jian, please, don't leave me. I can't live without you.
The next day, Liu Jian was pushed into the operating room. I waited outside for him. Time ticked by slowly, and my anxiety grew with each passing second. What would I do if something happened to him?
He finally came out. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. I helped him back to the ward, wiping his sweat and giving him water to drink. He leaned against me and drifted off to sleep.
In the afternoon, the doctor came for rounds. He said Liu Jian's condition wasn't very good. My legs went weak, and I nearly fainted. The doctor reassured me, "Although the patient's condition is not great right now, there is still a possibility of recovery."
"As long as the patient actively cooperates with treatment and receives careful attention from family members, there is still a significant hope."
I nodded with red-rimmed eyes. When Liu Jian woke up, he asked me, "Xiao Wan, what did the doctor say?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Nothing." He didn't want me to know about his condition, so how could I tell him that it was worse than I imagined?
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