Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 11

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Name: 【KP】黑帮过家家 ]

It was noon when Porsche drove Thomas to the hospital in the city center. The sunny and warm winter sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden light, which made the temperature rise a lot after the snow. Porsche hugged him drowsily. Thomas got out of the car, but still shivered all over his body, as if an unreasonable coldness had been seeping from his heart to his bones, making his hands and feet numb.

In the emergency waiting area with limited space, people sit in twos and threes waiting to see a doctor. The pediatric emergency room is the busiest. Children of different ages are followed by anxious parents. Some are watching and waiting, and some have already seen the doctor. The cries, laughter, and noises filled this small and chaotic space, making people smack their tongues secretly.

Porsche, who was holding Thomas in his arms, also registered to join in and waited anxiously for another period when he saw the doctor.

After consultation, physical examination, examination, and other examinations, a set of procedures was completed. Finally, when it was dark, Thomas was diagnosed with "bronchial pneumonia" and admitted to the hospital.

Should that be expected...? The doctor said that Thomas' symptoms would improve quickly with standard treatment. Although the expected time was still longer than the three days he swore, Porsche was confident that Kinn would understand. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, only feeling the pressure of the stone on his chest lifted by half.

But fate is a spoiled naughty child, and it always seems to prefer the tears of the world to the smiles. The rock had indeed been moved, but to make room for a larger boulder, which fell from the top of the mountain like a wild horse, and hit his chest hard and impartially, which Porsche did not expect.

Low-grade, low-grade fever that lasts. Under the action of sensitive antibiotics, Thomas' pneumonia lesions have disappeared, but the low-grade fever of unknown origin follows Tommy like a lingering ghost, quietly nibbling away at that weak body in invisible places, but Within a week, Thomas had been reduced to bones, with sharp bones propped up under the wrinkled skin, with almost no fat left.

The doctor suggested a full body check for Thomas, and Porsche noticed the look on the doctor's face grow serious as he avoided him.

Then he did it, Tommy's body has not allowed him to hesitate for a moment.

The urgent result came out quickly, and Porsche was called into an undisturbed conversation room, his eyes were pale, which made his eyes hot.

He couldn't remember how long he had been in, ten minutes, half an hour, or a longer hour. He doesn't remember how he forced himself to get out. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in the office with the heating on, the doctor's flat and calm voice was like the thunder of summer night, roaring and deafening, knocking in his mind, making Porsche feel cold all over.

"Based on imaging reports, we currently consider Thomas' persistent low-grade fever to be caused by a retroperitoneal mass."

boom.

"Wh... what is a retroperitoneal mass, how could it be, doctor, is there a mistake, Tommy... Tommy's body has been fine," he heard himself panic With the incoherent voice, the raw chill spread from the soles of his feet, arousing goosebumps all over his body, and even making his teeth tremble a little.

He never knew he would be so flustered, but that word, the word he couldn't understand, the word he didn't dare to say out loud, seemed to portend his inescapable doom.