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1从内科的门诊出来,爹探询的目光网一样将黄孜裹了个严实。黄孜故意别过脸往门诊室里看,那神态像是有啥宝贝丢在里面了。他强忍着眼里的泪,心像被手术刀毫不留情地划了一下,隐隐地疼。爹又咳了,黑瘦的脸扭曲成一个干瘪的核桃,黄孜的心随着爹的咳嗽颤动着。刚才医生指着CT片对他说:“你爹的病已经到了肺癌晚期,药物不起任何作用了,孩子,还是回家准备后事吧。”头发斑白的老医生神态肃然,容不得黄孜有半点怀疑,就一锤敲响了爹生命的丧钟。
1 out of the clinic out of medicine, dad inquire the eyes of the same Huang Zi wrapped a strict. Huang Zi deliberately did not look at the face to see the clinic, that demeanor is like what baby lost in it. He endured the tears in his eyes, his heart like a mercilessly drawn a knife, faint pain. Father and cough, black and thin face twisted into a shriveled walnut, yellow heart with the father’s cough trembling. The doctor pointed at the CT film just told him: “Your father’s disease has reached the advanced stage of lung cancer, the medicine can not afford any effect, and the child or go home to prepare the funeral.” Huang Zi had the slightest doubt, a hammer struck the death knell of his father’s life.