After a long time, Sun Wenle finally reacted.

He stared at me intently, "Wife, what illness do I have?"

At this point, I must tell him the truth.

I wanted to see how he would struggle between life and death in these last two months, whether he would continue to drink and smoke.

I lowered my head and said, "Advanced stomach cancer! Sun Wenle, you can't drink or smoke anymore."

The man simply didn't believe it. He even turned red in the face, got out of bed, and ran a few laps around the room.

He patted his chest, looking confident, "Look, I'm a normal person, there's nothing wrong with me."

"Yuan Xinxin, you must be trying to make me quit drinking and smoking, deliberately finding excuses."

I nodded absentmindedly, "Yes, yes, everything you said is correct."

Sun Wenle instantly became happy.

He lay on the hospital bed without making a fuss about smoking.

The air was very quiet, no one spoke.

After a long time, his voice trembled, "Wife, look into my eyes, do I really have advanced stomach cancer?"

"I just like to drink and smoke, how could I have advanced cancer?"

"Isn't it said that having three meals of alcohol a day can make you live to ninety-nine? How could I possibly die?"

I couldn't be bothered to reply to him, letting him figure it out himself, driving him crazy.

Sun Wenle laughed and cried alternately, talking to himself, seeming a bit insane.