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Chapter 1: Feeling like dying

(Transformation is a new person and a new book, please give me some support!)

Chen Feima felt that he was going to die.

A month ago, after staying up all night, he woke up and suddenly felt a swelling and pain in his right ribs, which lasted for several days but failed. After checking the Internet, his heart skipped a beat: It was broken, it was a liver problem.

I thought of a news I heard a while ago that someone had this disease and disappeared all of a sudden, less than forty years...

He hurried to the hospital in fear - this was the first time he had been to a large hospital in 22 years. In the past, he had colds and other colds, and he basically went to township health centers to buy medicines by himself.

When he arrived at a hospital that was even more crowded and noisy than the vegetable market, Chen Feima was immediately overwhelmed. He queued up to see the doctor in line. After an hour, he finally sat in front of the Mediterranean hairdresser:

“Where is uncomfortable?”

The doctor held up his glasses and his face was as calm as if he was wearing a pair of human skin masks without any change in expression.

"It hurts here."

Chen Feima quickly pointed to the right rib.

The doctor glanced calmly: "How long has it been hurt?"

"It's been three days."

"What kind of pain is it?"

Chen Feima thought for a while: "It hurts a little, and it's a little swollen."

“What kind of intense exercise can be carried out in the near future?”

The doctor's tone can still fade away from the bird.

Chen Feima shook his head: "No, I just stayed up late."

"Can you drink alcohol?"

"Drink a little, it's not white, it's beer."

"Well, then you go and make a movie first."

Chen Feima hurriedly asked: "Doctor, what's the problem for me?"

"Ha, it's hard to say, it may be the gallbladder, the liver, or the stomach..."

The doctor's answer was quite vague, and the answer given was similar to the information viewed online.

Chen Feima couldn't, so he had to take the order to pay the money, and there was another round of queues. What really made him miserable was the next queue for filming. There were already more than a hundred people in front of him. It was his turn to get at least the afternoon.

"Damn..."

He couldn't help but burst into a thick sentence. With his weight of more than 1.7 meters and more than 200 pounds, the queue for such a long time was simply a blunt knife to cut his flesh.

But there is no way, this is the hospital, and you must endure it.

After taking the queue number, I simply went out and found a place to sit outside. When I was bored, I would play with my phone and occasionally look up to observe the people coming and going. When I saw patients, family members, and faces that were haggard and unhappy, or anxious and confused, were full of stories.

I remember someone said that the best place to understand the various aspects of the world, the best place to understand the joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness is the hospital.

What did you say?

Life is seen when you are sick!

I will go to his life, this hospital, I will never want to come again.

Chen Feima cursed in disgust.

However, if there is a problem with the liver and a terminal illness, it will only last a few months...

Thinking of this, he felt chill all over, a little heavy-headed and maybe hungry, and came early in the morning, didn't eat a grain of rice, and was on an empty stomach when filming the film.

It was his turn to queue up, and the poor fat man was already dizzy. When he entered the dark and depressed room, lay on the small bed, and flipped his clothes, Chen Feima felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, a fat pig.

After some trouble and inspection, it was completed.

"You wait outside and the movie will be released later."

"Thank you, the doctor."

I went out obediently, waited nervously for a while, and the inspection form came out.

Chen Feima immediately looked at it: the words "smooth" and "sharp" jumped into his eyes, and then it was "normal"...

Haha, nothing happened.

Chen Feima took a reassurance, but he had to take the report to the expert doctor to examine it. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of more than a dozen yuan in registration fees?

"Your report is nothing. Just go back and take a rest and drink more water."

The bald expert sent him away with a word, but Chen Feima didn't have the chance to ask more questions:

"Next!"

Returning from the hospital to school, Chen Feima continued to live a sloppy university life. However, after two days, although the swelling pain in his right rib was slightly relieved, he felt stuffy in his chest and coughed a few times from time to time.

Check the Internet and find out various answers.

Chen Feima thought suspiciously: The last time I did a full-abdominal color ultrasound, but I didn’t do a lung examination. I smoked myself. Although I didn’t smoke much during the day, every time I went to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet all night, I had to smoke at least five or six cigarettes. If it wasn’t a liver problem, it was the lungs...

Thinking of this, he was immediately uneasy. He thought about it, gritted his teeth, went to the hospital again, and had a breast film.

After another hardship, the lungs were covered with stripes and the texture increased and thickened, but the doctor said that there was no big problem, so I smoked less cigarettes.

Just be normal, feel at ease.

Chen Feima breathed a sigh of relief and ran back to school. But after only a few days of peace of mind, his body became sick again. The swelling and pain in his right ribs occasionally occurred, and his chest was still tight. What was abnormal was that his appetite became poor. In the past, he could only eat three liang at a meal, but now he felt nauseous when he saw meat. He really reduced his appetite. When he was taking a shower, he suddenly found a slight bulge in his heart. I don’t know if it was fat or something...

It seems that it is not good, so I quickly checked the Internet and found that the early symptoms of "gastric cancer" were all affected.

No, I have to do a gastroscopy.

But this check is different for filming. It’s good to lie down and pretend to be salted fish. The difficulty of gastroscopy is close to the level of purgatory. If you have anesthesia, it will be easier to do it. The problem is that it will be much more expensive and someone will have to serve you.

After a lot of ideological struggles, as various symptoms became more and more obvious, Chen Feima's desire to survive finally gained the upper hand and went to the hospital for the third time.

When he was lying on the bed and was stabbed into his throat by a cold tube, Chen Feima felt a cry in his heart: I'll push your lungs!

After being finished, I wiped my tears and nose dry, and stood outside in a daze, looking listless. When I got the report sheet, I saw that my stomach, duodenum, etc. were nothing, and I felt a little "superficial gastritis".

The attending physician read the report and said that there are 70 to 10 people with minor problems. Eat less spicy food, eat regularly, and do not overeat.

When leaving the hospital, Chen Feima felt a strong sense of being deceived, and felt that he was really spending money to find trouble, and it was in vain...

It’s not right, it’s not a waste of trouble, at least it proves that I’m not seriously ill. Remember what I said: I regret coming to the hospital, and I regret not coming even more.

Run back with relief, thinking that I finally felt at ease and could live the same happy life as before.

Unexpectedly, the Arrow of Doom hit the poor fat man again. For some reason, he suddenly became constipated and could not pull it out for a long time.

Maybe it was caused by the troubles of this period of time and poor mental state.

Chen Feima comforted himself and said: Just buy a packet of herbal tea and drink it.

So he went to buy herbal tea, but the constipation turned into diarrhea, and the stool was not formed. He didn't get better after several days of pulling, and occasionally he had abdominal pain.

Chen Feima was a little panicked and couldn't help but start thinking about it again. Changing stool habits is not a good sign. In order to observe the stool and see if its shape and color are normal, put a piece of paper on the ground before untiing his hands. If he pulls it out, he can hold it up and observe it closely.

Very bad taste.

Sometimes the stool has grooves, sometimes the food residue is too much, sometimes it even becomes thinner, unformed, and black, which is extremely like the legendary "tar stool"...

This, this?

Chen Feima thought that her grandmother seemed to have died of intestinal disease, although she was 90 years old... it is said online that this disease has great genetic factors and tends to become younger.

Do you have to go through the difficulty of purgatory again? Colonoscope, what a terrible term!

After counting, I had already done more than twenty examinations from head to toe.

Chen Feima was very distressed, struggling and hesitant. On that day, he and his roommates went to the school mall to buy things. When he saw a scale, he went up to a stop and it was more than ten pounds lighter.

"Damn, when did you lose weight, Fat Ma?"

"What method did you use so effectively? Teach your buddy quickly."

"I just said that something is wrong with Fat Ma Brother recently. Could it be that Sichun is already interested in a female classmate, so he decided to lose weight and make a comeback?"

Amid the surprise of several bad roommates, Chen Feima was filled with bitterness: the weight drops sharply in a short period of time, which is an ominous sign and a symptom of a serious illness!

Said online.

Did you really get hit?

Chen Feima couldn't help panic, his mind was as messy as a ball of paste.

After leaving the store, I was restless and staggered. I didn't know what I had tripped, and my fat body rolled down the steps:

"Ding, you have successfully inspired the immortal system and started binding..."

Chen Feima didn't have time to understand what was going on, and he heard a painful whisper in his ear.

When he rolled down, he pressed down on someone. The woman: tall, black hair, long legs, and extremely straight.
Chapter completed!
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