Said to do things -Li Jun, a poet in the eyes of a medical worker

Li Jun said it was my classmate, but in fact we had little intersection. He was from the next class of my university. I learned news and he learned advertising. In general, there was very little impression of him when he was in college. The only thing that could be remembered was his hair and dark and old face that flew backwards, and he looked more like an old farmer, not like a college student.

After graduating, everyone was rarely contacted. Occasionally, when I heard his classmates talking about him, it was a pity that it was not easy to know that he had passed these years. After graduating, he worked as a salesperson of an advertising company, had done copywriting, worked as a restaurant waiter, went to a temple in Tibet to learn Buddha, and also worked part -time in a square in Beijing for a period of time. He always insisted on writing poetry and wanted to be a poet. Like Haizi and Gu Cheng, but not writing poems. From a secular perspective, Li Jun is not a successful person. Those who are unsatisfactory in their lives are generally so.

On Saturday last winter, my classmates called me and asked me if I still remember Li Jun? I said, of course, although the relationship is average, after all, it is a classmate, and I will definitely remember it. He said that Li Jun had lung cancer, and it was estimated that he would call you to inquire about something.

Almost half an hour later, Li Jun called me. On the phone, he sounded no difference from ordinary people, except for frequent coughs. It was learned on the phone that lung cancer was found during the medical examination. A few nodules were found to be accompanied by shadows. It was made to enhance CT that it was clear that lung cancer was clear. I said to him, you come to the hospital, I guess you need to be a tracheal mirror. You should be too discouraged, how to treat how to treat it.

In Monday, I saw Li Jun, who hadn't seen in the clinic square for 16 years, and his face was older. The dark skin was accompanied by the yellow color of the patient. The many years of vulgar and the world had made him early and the style was no longer. A few words of greetings, he asked me if I still wrote poems now? I said it would not be written long ago, poetry couldn't change wine, poetry could not change the valley, I don't remember what poetry looked like.

Our thoracic director watched the next film, saying that in the film, it looked like an early stage, but we also needed to make the tracheoscope clearly. A few days later, the results of the tracheal mirror disease came out. It was a non -small cell lung cancer with a higher malignant degree, and it was highly suspected that it had been transferred. The director of the thoracic surgery said that if you want to clarify whether it has been transferred and where the transfer is, it is simpler to make a PET-CT, but the cost is relatively high, almost 9,000. Another way is to exclude one by one after the hospitalization, which should not be spent so much. If it is not transferred, it will be saved, and after the medical insurance reimbursement, the individual will almost have more than 10,000 yuan. If it is transferred and the chemotherapy, the individual estimates that the burden will be 20,000 to 30,000, and the effect will not be guaranteed.

Our two came out of the director and stood on the clinic square. Although it was winter, but the sun was dazzling, I didn't know how to comfort him. I could only talk to him to discuss with his family. How should I cooperate with me. He walked across the square alone, and he came and went, and the dark black jacket appeared melancholy and heavy.

A few days later, it was Xiaoxue. He sent me a paragraph: "Xiaoxue today, cold is cold. If there is no wine, there is no stove, please take these poems to warm up."

Later, I called Li Jun again, and the phone could not be connected. I asked my classmates, and my classmates also said that everyone could not contact Li Jun.

A few days ago, the classmate called me, saying that Li Jun did not continue to be treated later. It may be because of cost, or because of the lightness of life and death. He went to a regular temple and lived quietly for three months. , Finally, return home and die.

I looked at the phone, transferred Li Jun's phone, deleted his phone, transferred WeChat, and deleted his WeChat.

Wang Jixia

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