Frank came in the morning, and when it was his turn, it was almost noon.

The doctor in charge of the examination was a woman with a cigarette in her mouth and looks very similar to the landlady in "Kung Fu". She also had a long time acquaintance with Frank, drank and took drugs together.

"Take off your pants." The tired doctor followed the form and simply performed a physical examination for Frank.

"Haha~" As he said that, the doctor took out a disposable medical rubber glove and put it on his hands, covered his mouth with his hands, vented a few times, and warmed the palm of his hand.

‘Bang!’ The doctor slapped Frank’s lower body without any hesitation.

Although the doctor had a gas and warmed his hands, it was still very cold. Frank shivered with excitement.

"Cough twice." The doctor said.

"Ahem!" Frank coughed twice.

"It's strange. There are indeed three. You need to do an organizational section examination before you know. Don't think too much after the examination, but you also need to be mentally prepared, such as writing a will, hahaha..." The doctor wrote a list and handed it to Frank, patting Frank on the shoulder and smiling.

After instructing him, the doctor spitted a mouthful of it on his palm, knocked the cigarette butt out, left the examination room, leaving Frank alone in the room.

When he heard the doctor's diagnosis, Frank felt like he was struck by lightning and his mind was blank. As for the doctor's words, he didn't listen to them at all.

"Cancer..." Frank looked at the list in his hand, his hands trembling slightly.

Frank is not a doctor and does not understand any difficult and complicated diseases, but he still knows cancer.

Cancer is basically linked to death. Even if it is treated, chemotherapy, dialysis, etc., it is just to endure pain and temporarily delay death.

Frank was already in a daze, not knowing how he left the clinic, wandering around the streets in a daze.

For the first time, Frank felt that death was so close to him, and he felt like he was so afraid of death.

Logically speaking, Frank is a person who has died once. Was he hit and killed by a car in his previous life? He shouldn't be afraid of death.

Although I have died once, it is different from this. I was wiped by a truck garage and killed. It was so sudden, I died so quickly and so simply. I had no feelings and died.

But this is different. It is equivalent to a death penalty. Give you a deadline and tell you when you will die. Just wait. This is not an ordinary torment.

It would be better to be hit by a truck and killed by a shot, and the ground was so shattered.

Especially, there is no specific examination now, and I don’t know the specific situation of the cancer.

This is like the death penalty in Japan. The death penalty in Japan does not tell the prisoners the time of the death penalty. On the day, when the name is called in the morning, the guards will directly pull people to execute the death penalty. Therefore, every morning when prisoners hear the guards walking past their cell, they will be frightened, fearing that they will be dragged out.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for the days of death to come.

Frank is now looking at the checklist in his hand, and that's the mood.

The doctor seemed to tell him that tissue sections should be performed to see the degree of cancer.

But Frank was very scared. He was afraid that the results found were vicious, and it would be equivalent to verdicting his death.

If you are lucky and God opens his eyes and the result is benign, it also needs treatment. It will take a lot of money and invest money in it like a bottomless pit.

And his credit card debt has not been paid off, so how could he have money to treat his illness?

For Frank, this checklist is like Schrödinger's cat. As long as he doesn't go for a checkup, the cancer may be malignant, benign, or even misdiagnosis, such as endogenous**, etc.

"Huh!" Frank exhaled a long sigh, kneaded the checklist into a ball, and stuffed it into his pocket.

When I turned my head, I found myself walking to the door of the Alebo Bar without realizing it. This was completely physical instinct to come here.

He was all here, and he was upset, so Frank took the initiative to go into the bar, ordered a glass of beer, and stopped drinking. He had cancer, so why should he quit drinking?

"Frank, you haven't been here for nearly a month. I thought you were hospitalized and this one was given to you." Kevin, the silly bartender, put a glass of beer in front of Frank.

"Thank you, how are you doing recently?" Frank asked.

"Wei and I are planning to get married." Kevin whispered.

"Really? And Veronica!?" Frank showed an unexpected expression.

"Yeah." Kevin nodded.

"Good boy, I know that you two will come together sooner or later." Frank was very surprised.

Kevin and Veronica are their neighbors. When "Frank" was unreliable, they helped Fiona a lot. Without them, Fiona might not have been able to support these children.

Frank was very grateful to them and liked them very much. He was sincerely happy about their good news, because he recovered a little because of the suppressed mood of cancer.

Frank took a sip of wine, and as soon as the wine entered his throat, it was like a dusty traveler in the desert drinking sweet springs. A bucket of gasoline was poured into the fuel tank of the exhausted vehicle, and the shriveled sponge sucked water. It felt as if the whole body was 'activated'.

Originally, I just took a sip, but I drank all the beer in one sip. My body couldn't wait to see the second cup injected.

If it were before, Frank would have restrained his body's impulse and left the bar.

But now, Frank was not restrained. He had cancer and was still restrained. He drank high and staggered away from the bar one after another.

"Fuck!!!" Frank walked on the street, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and couldn't help but shout.

He could not have children in his previous life, but now he has lived a new life, satisfying his wishes in his previous life. With his children, he has not yet solved the gap between him and his children and allowed the children to accept him. As a result, he was diagnosed with cancer. The fate of this dog's death made him want to curse.

Behind Frank, a car followed Frank not far or near, Gaspar of the Disabled Persons. He never gave up and followed Frank.

Frank stopped, and the car stopped.

Frank turned his head and looked at the car. Because of the suppressed mood of cancer and drinking, he was very impulsive.

"Come out!" Then, he became drunk and Frank strode over. Before Gaspar could react, he opened the car door and pulled Gaspar out of the car.

"What are you going to do?" Gaspar pointed the DV at Frank's face.

‘Bang!’ Frank grabbed the dv and threw it to the ground with great force, which suddenly became fragmented.

"Ah!" Gaspar made a painful sound.

Frank stomped the DVD with one kick and broke the storage card inside.

"What are you doing? Do you know how much it costs?" Gaspar looked at Frank's behavior and suddenly became furious, looking at his dv with distress.
Chapter completed!