Yan Cong swallowed the pill, "Changling." His eyes turned red, and he was very upset, "The medicine is so bitter."
Wen Changling opened her palm as if by magic, "I've prepared some candy for you."
She tore the candy wrapper and placed the candy in his hand.
Strawberry-flavored, very sweet.
"Yan Cong, let's stay at the hospital."
Pancreatic cancer in its late stages can be very painful.
Yan Cong was out of strength and leaned against Wen Changling, clutching the blanket with fingertips turning white: "I don't want to stay in the hospital, it's a waste of time."
He didn't want to die in a hospital. He didn't want to let Wen Changling see his ugly state; he wanted to die where she couldn't see him.
Wen Changling took a tissue and wiped his sweat, "Please, stay at the hospital, okay?"
She was terrified at the thought of Yan Cong collapsing alone outside, with no one to help him, no one to save him.
She couldn't bear to imagine that scene.