Let's just say it was her decision, made in case Yang Si Fang didn't want to take her to court for not supporting her parents.

  The next day she went for a kidney match screening, and the results would take five days to come out.

  As for money, she didn't ask Ruan Jianglin, her self-esteem was at stake, and this time she didn't want to lower her head.

  She called Gu Jiaming and transferred 20,000 yuan to him, which could last for a few more days. She wanted to wait for the matching results to come out before considering what to do next; if all else failed, she would try to raise some donations.

  Yang Sifang's hospital stay for a day was very expensive, like a bottomless pit, no matter how much money was put in, it couldn't fill the hole.

  She still had a wound on her forehead, and every time she went to take care of Yang Sifang, the two were speechless.

  She looked at the woman on the hospital bed writhing in agony, that woman was so thin she seemed to have nothing but a skull left.

  Although already so weak, still speaking with such venom.

  Jiang Yan thought that Yang Si Fang was like a rotten dog skin, once stuck to you, it could suck the blood off your body.

  That afternoon, Jiang Yan sat beside her bed and peeled an apple for her.

  Yang Sifang's eyes were empty and hollow, staring at the ceiling for a long time before slowly opening her mouth to ask: "Jiang Yan, will you use money to cure me?"

  Her voice was hoarse, probably from screaming her lungs out during chemotherapy, making her sound like an old witch in a fairy tale, somewhat eerie.

  Jiang Yan paused with the fruit knife in her hand and then spoke coldly: "Won't."

  "Do you hate me?" she asked again.

  "Not worth it."

  Do you hate me? Or have you hated me before?

  Her tone was too indifferent, as if she were responding to someone who was of no importance to her.

  She handed the peeled apple to Yang Sifang, but Yang Sifang didn't take it, so Jiangyan put it on a nearby cabinet where she could reach for it.

  It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that Jiang Yan left the ward; she had to go get the matching report.

  When she went in, there were still patients in the doctor's office, so she waited outside for a while until they finished talking before going in.

  "The doctor said, 'I'm afraid you and Miss Yang Sifang are not a match.'"

  The probability of finding a suitable kidney source was originally very small, and it's hard to say whether it's regrettable or not.

  The doctor in charge told her to relax and there were still treatment options available.

  Kidney cancer has a slightly better cure rate compared to lung cancer, pancreatic cancer and gastric cancer.

  Jiang Yan didn't feel comforted at all by what she heard.

  She was just about to leave when she heard a noisy commotion outside and people gathered in the corridor.

  The elevator entrance is blocked and impassable.

  She just went out and heard an old lady saying: "Is someone jumping off the building? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, it fell right in front of me! Oh my god, I'm scared to death!"

  "Yes! It seems like he jumped from the 15th floor."

  "No wonder! That floor is for cancer treatment! Those who can be cured are probably worried about being a burden to their families!"

  "Is it a girl?"

  "Yes, look at how thin he's become after receiving radiation therapy, he doesn't have two ounces of flesh left!"

  Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, pushed through the crowd and ran downstairs, but she was too hasty, twisted her ankle, and limped all the way down.

  Security guards have pulled up yellow warning tape, people are crowded together, most of them are watching the excitement, adults cover their children's eyes, some are amazed and others are regretful.

  The woman who had become as thin as a skeleton lay in a pool of blood, her bones were all crooked, and her head seemed to have been twisted half a circle.

  The doctors carried a stretcher out from inside, the noise of the crowd was loud and noisy, disturbing Jiang Yan's ears, her otitis media seemed to have relapsed.

  Like a needle, it was piercing through her eardrum.

  Her heart was filled with an unspeakable, suffocating pain. She seemed to be heartbroken, her hands and feet were trembling, her lips were quivering, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

  She knelt on the ground, staring at Yang Sifang's body, she felt a little powerless, as if she had fallen into the vast ocean, drowning all her breath.

  Falling from the 15th floor, Yang Sifang had given up all hope of survival and was determined to end her own life.

  Indeed, as she had wished, he died on the spot.

  Jiang Yan hated her and treated her poorly when she was alive, even in death he wanted to make her feel guilty for the rest of her life.

  The apple slices that Jiangyan had cut before leaving were still neatly arranged on the cabinet, but after oxidation, they had turned black and yellow.

  She threw it into the trash can.

  The body was handed over to the mortuary for cremation, and only a can of ashes was left when it was given to her.

  After handling Yang Sifang's funeral, Jiang Yan was thoroughly ill. She had a high fever and in order not to die quietly, she almost crawled to the hospital at midnight.

  She had a dream, in which there was Yang Sifang, who wasn't as bad as he was in reality.

  But for her, it's still a nightmare, just dreaming of Yang Sifang is already a nightmare.

  She can't even have a good sleep when she has a fever.

  She slept from midnight till daytime, occasionally a nurse would come near to change her IV drip.

  She was dizzy and her head was spinning, with an IV still stuck in her hand, unaware that the infusion had already finished and blood was starting to flow back.

  An auntie beside her saw it and quickly pressed the bell for her, and only then did the nurse come in to change her drip.

  She hadn't even said "thank you" when the aunt had already left with her son who had finished his IV.

  It wasn't until around 6 or 7 in the evening that she vaguely woke up, propping herself up to glance at her phone screen.

  Not a single message, not a single call.

  Her bed was by the window, and she wrapped her down jacket tightly around her body, but the wind still blew in, piercing through to her heart, making her shiver with cold.

  The sky outside was a dull gray, as if covered with a layer of gray dust, and it was almost night.

  Looking at the empty room, the curtains were blown from time to time, she seemed to be alone in a desolate land, like a floating piece of driftwood, drifting shallowly and deeply, without knowing where to go.

  She and Ruan Jianglin had no contact for more than a month this time. There was no message between them, no phone call.

  At this moment, where is he reveling again tonight?

  After staying in the hospital for three days, her persistent high fever finally showed a downward trend. The nurse said that looking at her calm demeanor, she thought she didn't care about her own body at all.

  She actually cares a lot, and was worried before that she would get pneumonia.

  She is still young and does not want to die early.

  She has had a lot of things going on lately, but she took time off from school before and isn't in a hurry to go back.

  Professor Qian was the first to send her a condolence letter, and she politely replied with a sentence "Thank you".

  Gu Jiaming also called her to ask about the situation, she didn't say much clearly, just said that the person was already dead.

  Gu's family was silent for a long time before he said let her mourn, they were all not very good at words.

  After hanging up the phone, she smiled with a corner of her mouth, but the more she smiled, the more bitter it became.

  After she was discharged from hospital, she returned to Beicheng and stayed at home every day, sitting by the window with a dazed expression.

  (End of chapter)