20 17 just entered the summer, the boss suddenly informed that there was a very important reception task, and the preparation time was only three days. After receiving the task, I immediately started to act, and temporarily found a dozen coolies to start the intense reception preparations. It happened that the weather in those days was not good, not only the temperature was high, sultry and humid, but also it rained every day. But there is no way, the task is the task, and there can be no carelessness. Almost a dozen of us work around the clock, eating and living on the construction site, drinking bottled water when we are thirsty, eating instant noodles when we are hungry and taking a nap on the scaffolding when we are really sleepy. In this way, three days and three nights passed and the preparations given by the boss were basically ready. Although it is not perfect, the boss is still very satisfied after reading it. After all, my efforts are quite obvious in just three days. The boss read it over and over again and said, it's hard work. Go back to take a bath and have a rest.

I went back to the dormitory. I took a cold shower first, ordered the take-out of Meituan, ordered a bottle of beer, drank a few mouthfuls and wanted to have a good sleep. Maybe it's because of drinking a little wine that I want to pee soon. I inadvertently developed that my urine was red. But I was careless and didn't prepare in advance, so I didn't leave urine. However, after a while, I wanted to pee. This time I specially took a paper cup and took the urine carefully. Oh, I'm so stupid. The urine is completely bright red. This is gross hematuria! This is no joke. I suddenly lost sleep and forgot my fatigue these days. I took a taxi directly to the hospital.

In the ward, I was lying on the bed in the B-ultrasound room, and my mind was in a mess. One of my workmates was diagnosed with malignant bladder cancer by gross hematuria. Later, although I had surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy, I was fed up. I spent a lot of money, young and old, but I finally lived for more than two years. If I had known this, I might as well not go to the hospital for treatment. Anyway, I'm dead. Why should I put up with that crime? I can't stop thinking about my colleagues in the hospital bed. It's a mess

After about two hours, the doctor in the B-ultrasound room said, get up and see the doctor. I asked the doctor wax, am I ... Ah ...? It won't be too late, will it? The doctor is expressionless: go, go, go to the clinic to find their outpatient doctor.

In the clinic, the urologist casually looked at the computer and saw me sitting on a stool in frustration, saying, did you come by yourself? I nodded and answered vaguely in my throat. I couldn't see myself at that time. I must be depressed to the limit. "Go home, you have no good idea", no good idea? Does the subtext mean it's too late? Before I could answer the phone, the doctor said, "It's no use taking medicine." The sound of crying or vomiting