8:30 pm.
In the private hospital in Mid-Levels - Chengdong's ward.
The nurse and Dr. Wang entered the ward.
"Why do we have to do treatment at night? Isn't it only done during the day?" Mr. Song asked.
"Today is the first day. We have to do a physical examination for him first." Dr. Wang replied.
"Mr. Song, the injection treatment will not start until tomorrow morning." said the nurse.
Mr. Song left the room. Dr. Wang did a lot of tests for Chengdong. They also sent Chengdong for a scan.
Five days later, Chengdong had four days of injection treatment. That day, Chengdong had just finished the treatment and was pushed back to the room. He woke up an hour later.
"Cough, cough." Chengdong coughed.
"Son, are you awake?" Mrs. Song asked.
Chengdong nodded weakly.
"Dad, what's wrong? ..Why does my hand seem to be pricked by a needle and it hurts." Chengdong asked.
"Because you lost a lot of blood when you committed suicide, the doctor gave you a blood transfusion when you were unconscious." Mr. Song answered.
"Then why not let me die, and give me a blood transfusion to keep me alive." Chengdong whispered.
"Son, there is bad news. You...your liver has lost its function. So from tomorrow you must take some medicine to help your liver." Mrs. Song answered.
"Whatever, do whatever you want." Chengdong said expressionlessly.
Nine o'clock the next morning. Japan-Osaka
Jia Le and Michelle arrived at Osaka Airport. They took a bus to Nihonbashi.
In the bus.
"Michelle, how are you!? Where do you feel uncomfortable?!" Jia Le asked anxiously.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." Michelle Michelle replied.
"Go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when we get there." Jiale said.
Ninety minutes later. They arrived at the apartment.
At 11 o'clock in the morning in Nihonbashi-Meile Apartment.
When they entered the room, Michelle almost fainted. Jiale hugged her in time...
"How are you?! Come on, go back to your room and sleep. Maybe you are too tired." Jiale asked anxiously.
"I'm a little tired." Michelle replied.
Michelle went back to her room to sleep.
At 10 o'clock in the morning in a private hospital in Mid-Levels, Hong Kong.
In the injection treatment room.
Chengdong was pushed into the treatment room by a nurse in a wheelchair.
Several people recognized Chengdong.
"Hey, isn't he the model, Song Chengdong? Why is he here? I heard that he got married and quit the entertainment industry and went back to Song's to be the general manager. He also has cancer?" a patient said.
Chengdong felt uncomfortable after hearing this. He sat quietly for treatment.
"Mr. Song, you will be more comfortable if you pull down the chair." said the nurse.
Chengdong lay down for treatment. He watched the steps the nurse took. He felt that he had done a similar treatment ten years ago. It took three hours. During the process, Chengdong felt very tired. In order to cover it up, he had to sleep as much as possible. During the break, he heard some nurses talking about his scandals.
"Alas, Mr. Song is so pitiful. His situation is similar to that of the Huang couple. But they succeeded in jumping off the building and both died. He and his wife were in a car accident, and then his wife also died. He was left alone and pitiful." said the nurse.
Chengdong pretended to be asleep, but he kept crying.
On the day Ben-Osaka. 2pm.
In the apartment-kitchen.
Michelle got up and saw Jiale cooking.
"I fell asleep." Michelle said.
"You didn't fall asleep. You fainted. You were too tired and had a fever, so you fainted. I just gave you a cold shot. You should be fine soon." Jiale replied.
"Thank you, dear." Michelle said.
Jiale hugged Michelle...
"Thank you, you are my wife. And the wife of a great doctor. This is a small matter." Jiale said.
"Then when are we going to the beauty clinic?" Michelle asked.
"I booked it for 10 am tomorrow. It's nearby." Jiale replied.
"Okay." Michelle said.
"Don't worry, you're cured, we'll travel around Japan .I've taken a few months of vacation." Jiale replied.
Michelle nodded.
"Come, it's time for lunch." Jiale said.
They ate lunch together.
Michelle ate a little and then stopped.
"What's wrong? Are you still not feeling well? Why don't you eat?" Jiale asked, touching Michelle's forehead.
"I'm sorry, you cooked very delicious food, but I have no appetite." Michelle replied.
"It doesn't matter. If you can't eat, don't eat." Jiale said.
One week later.
Hong Kong-Mid-Levels Private Hospital-Chengdong Ward.
6pm.
Chengdong threw the food on the floor...
"I don't want to eat anything! What kind of treatment are you doing for me? My whole bed is covered with hair! My lips are so dry that they bleed!" Chengdong said angrily.
"Mr. Song, calm down. This is the counter-effect of the treatment." The nurse replied.
"What kind of liver treatment is this!?" Chengdong asked angrily.
"This is not liver treatment. Your liver has no function. This is an injection treatment for terminal cancer." The nurse replied.
"What injection treatment!? When did I sign the consent form?!" Chengdong asked excitedly.
"The consent form was signed by your parents." The nurse replied.
"My parents again! They have wanted to force me to death since I was a child!" Chengdong cried.
In the following days, Chengdong still actively did the treatment and physical therapy for his feet. The Song couple and Scott thought he was doing well. But that was not the case. In fact, Chengdong was secretly planning something else.
A week later. Japan-Osaka.
Osaka Beauty Hospital Clinic - Michelle's ward. 7pm.
Michelle just came out of the treatment room. Dr. Sorimachi saw Jiale...
(Japanese) "Dr. Gu, your wife's plastic surgery treatment is very good. It is estimated that she will be discharged from the hospital in three weeks. She just looks a little different." Dr. Sorimachi said.
(Japanese) "Thank you, Dr. Sorimachi." Jiale replied.
Doctor Sorimachi left the ward.
"Jiale, what did the doctor say?" Michelle asked.
"She said my wife recovered very well. She just looks a little different from before. It doesn't matter. You're fine, we will take wedding photos again in Osaka. Anyway, we just got engaged not long ago." Jiale replied.
Michelle hugged Jiale...
"Thank you, Jiale." Michelle said.
July 28, 2008. Hong Kong.
Private hospital in Mid-Levels, outside the treatment room. 3pm.
Chengdong had just finished treatment. The nurse pushed him out of the treatment room.
"Mr. Song, I'll go get some things and come back soon." said the nurse.
"Okay." replied Chengdong.
Chengdong pushed the wheelchair to the elevator alone. He pressed the top floor.
On the tenth floor - open-air garden. 3:10pm.
Chengdong pushed the wheelchair to the corner of the pavilion in the garden.
He held the wall and stood up from the wheelchair. The crowd in the garden saw something wrong. He climbed up to the corner with the help of the wall and sat down.
A nurse immediately notified Scott.
"Doctor Scott! It's bad! Mr. Song is alone in the corner of the garden pavilion on the rooftop! He seems to want to jump off the building!" The nurse said anxiously.
At this time, many people were watching downstairs. It happened that Mr. and Mrs. Song and Mi Qiang also came to visit Chengdong and saw this scene. They took the elevator to the top floor as soon as possible. Scott rushed to the top floor.
"Chengdong! What are you doing!? Come down quickly!" Scott asked loudly.
"My...my parents are coming too, right!?" Chengdong asked stupidly and cried.
"Yes, they are just in time." Scott answered.
Suddenly Chengdong burst into laughter.....
"I...I'm so stupid! I forgot the treatment I had ten years ago! I doubted the adverse effects of a few days! Those two old folks have been forcing me since I was seventeen! Ten years later, they still won't let me go even though I'm in the terminal stage! I have to listen to them in everything! I've had enough!" Chengdong laughed and said loudly.
At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Song and Mi Qiang rushed upstairs.
"Chengdong! Calm down! Don't do anything foolish!" Mi Qiang said loudly.
"Mi Qiang, I've made you feel ugly. Now I'll show you how ugly my life is. Do you know why I haven't returned to Korea in the past ten years? Because of them! Not even as good as my parents! Let me tell you a secret. Neither Michelle nor Jiale know this secret! Only I know it! I'm telling you now. They are not my biological parents at all! I'm an orphan!" Chengdong answered with a smile and tears.
Chengdong was crying and shaking.
Scott saw that Chengdong had begun to lose his balance. Mr. and Mrs. Song lowered their heads.....
"Yes... yes. Chengdong was adopted. His mother is my good friend. His mother also died of cancer." Mrs. Song said crying.
"When he was sixteen, he accidentally heard it outside the study and ran away from home in excitement." Mr. Song answered.
Chengdong kept crying.
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