Feng Feng didn't have any particular thoughts about it. She wasn't a possessive person, and besides, her relationship with Shen Su wasn't at a point where she could have any.
As Lan Lan had said, Qiao Shu was of the same type as her. Shen Su probably just wanted to try a different flavor, to experiment with women of this type.
Feng Feng got into the car. After fastening her seatbelt, she suddenly changed her mind and decided to go see Wen Zhouyuan.
It happened to be Friday. On weekends, she would usually be called over by Wen Zhouyuan for dinner.
Today, Wen Zhouyuan hadn't called her. She planned to buy some things and go over. Wen Zhouyuan's cooking was much better than hers. Married men were indeed different.
Feng Feng went to a fresh food supermarket, bought a bag of groceries, and arrived at Wen Zhouyuan's residence. She rang the doorbell, but after waiting for two or three minutes, no one opened the door.
Feng Feng frowned. Was Wen Zhouyuan not home?
After thinking for a moment, she entered the password.
Wen Zhouyuan had given her the password to his home before, but Feng Feng rarely opened the door herself.
Successfully opening the security door, Feng Feng put down the bag. While changing her shoes, she noticed Wen Zhouyuan's slippers weren't there.
He wasn't out? Just as she thought this, she suddenly heard a cough coming from the bathroom on the first floor.
Feng Feng changed her shoes and walked towards the sound.
As she approached the bathroom, she heard another heart-wrenching cough. Even listening to it made her feel uncomfortable. Feng Feng frowned, thinking that Wen Zhouyuan hadn't seemed to have a cold or any discomfort recently.
However, his complexion had indeed not been very good. She had asked him a few times, and he said it was due to poor sleep quality. She hadn't thought much of it then.
The bathroom door was not closed, so Feng Feng pushed it open. She saw Wen Zhouyuan supporting himself with both hands on the sink, bent over and coughing. The sink was filled with blackish-red blood.
Feng Feng saw Wen Zhouyuan's purplish complexion and tired eyes in the mirror. Their gazes met in the mirror.
Wen Zhouyuan was startled when he saw Feng Feng. After a few seconds, he immediately turned on the faucet to rinse the sink, but it was too late.
Feng Feng walked over. She looked at the red bloodstains in the sink and asked him, "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhouyuan forced a smile. "Nothing, just a stomachache."
Feng Feng had known for a long time that Wen Zhouyuan had a stomach problem, but he had never vomited blood like this, even at his worst. Feng Feng looked at him with a serious expression. "I'll take you to the hospital."
Wen Zhouyuan: "No need, it's nothing."
"You don't look like it's nothing," Feng Feng said. "You're almost forty years old, you shouldn't need me to remind you how important your health is."
Feng Feng rarely spoke to Wen Zhouyuan in this tone. There was a significant age gap between them, and Wen Zhouyuan had always been the one guiding Feng Feng. He was the dominant figure in their relationship, and Feng Feng wouldn't have been so assertive with him.
Seeing her like this now, Wen Zhouyuan actually smiled.
Feng Feng: "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, I just deeply feel your growth at this moment," Wen Zhouyuan said. "You're no longer the little girl who needed my advice."
Feng Feng wasn't in the mood to reminisce about the past at a time like this. "I'll take you to the hospital."
Wen Zhouyuan couldn't refuse Feng Feng, and was eventually taken to the hospital by her, where he registered in the gastroenterology department.
Feng Feng thought it was an old stomach problem and went with him to see the doctor during the consultation.
After hearing Wen Zhouyuan's symptoms, the doctor diagnosed him with gastrointestinal bleeding. Due to the severity of the bleeding, he was asked to be hospitalized for an IV drip. Once his condition improved, he would undergo a gastroscopy.
Wen Zhouyuan was naturally unwilling to be hospitalized, but he couldn't resist Feng Feng's insistence and was finally arranged to a ward.
After settling in, Wen Zhouyuan said to Feng Feng, "It's getting late, you should go back."
"Rest well, and try to cooperate with the doctor's instructions," Feng Feng advised him. "Don't be difficult."
Wen Zhouyuan smiled. "Okay."
Feng Feng didn't intend to stay overnight to take care of him. She wouldn't be of much help. It was just an IV drip, and the nurses would take care of him, which was enough.
Feng Feng returned home, took a shower, and before going to bed, she received a WeChat message from Lan Lan asking her to go out tomorrow.
Feng Feng refused, "No, I have to go to the hospital tomorrow."
Lan Lan: "Are you sick?"
Feng Feng: "It's not me, it's Wen Zhouyuan. He suddenly coughed up blood tonight, it's quite serious."
Lan Lan: "How could he cough up blood?"
Feng Feng: "He's always had stomach problems. This time it's probably gastrointestinal bleeding, and he needs an IV drip."
Lan Lan: "Alright, he's really frail. If you end up with him, will you have to take care of him in his old age?"
Feng Feng: "..."
Feng Feng slept for over seven hours that night. The next morning, she casually ate some breakfast and then went to Wen Zhouyuan's house.
He was to be hospitalized, and many things hadn't been prepared. Feng Feng planned to help him pack.
She went to Wen Zhouyuan's bedroom upstairs, found a suitcase, and packed some of his clean clothes. Then she turned her attention to the bedside table.
Feng Feng picked up the phone charger and saw several opened boxes of medicine next to it.
She picked them up and saw the name of the medicine: Lenvatinib.
Upon seeing this name, Feng Feng's right eyelid immediately twitched.
The year she first joined the firm, she had helped with a listing plan for a pharmaceutical company.
That company specialized in targeted therapy drugs, including Lenvatinib, which primarily targeted liver lesions. To put it more bluntly, it was... liver cancer.
Wen Zhouyuan kept this medicine by his bedside, indicating he took it daily.
Feng Feng's gaze focused on the medicine box, and she suddenly remembered a teasing remark Lan Lan had made – perhaps he had a terminal illness, which was why he suddenly decided to be open-minded.
Lan Lan had only been joking then, but who would have thought it would come true.
Feng Feng was not a naive person who indulged in fantasy. Targeted therapy drugs could not be obtained without a confirmed diagnosis.
She recalled that Wen Zhouyuan's complexion hadn't been good recently; he always looked tired. He had initially attributed it to jet lag, then to poor sleep at night, but she hadn't delved deeper into the reasons behind it.
Even when he coughed up blood yesterday, she had subconsciously assumed it was due to his old stomach problem.
But now...
It was no wonder Wen Zhouyuan had been reluctant to go to the hospital yesterday.
Feng Feng looked up the clinical manifestations of liver cancer, which included coughing up blood, along with other symptoms that largely overlapped with Wen Zhouyuan's recent behavior.
Feng Feng took a deep breath. She calmed herself, put the medicine in her bag, and carrying the packed luggage, left Wen Zhouyuan's house and drove to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the ward, Wen Zhouyuan had just finished breakfast.
After a night's rest, his complexion was similar to yesterday's, looking as haggard as if he hadn't slept for a week.
Seeing Feng Feng, he habitually smiled. "Why did you come so early in the morning?"
Feng Feng didn't answer him. She closed the door and placed the suitcase aside. Only then did Wen Zhouyuan notice the suitcase in her hand.
That was the suitcase he had left in his bedroom.