My Alleged Husband

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1088: My Proud Self

We all have our personalities, and everyone lives proudly; no one wants to be seen as useless by others foolishly.

In the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and Old Master Zhang’s pathology report is about to come out. He waits with anticipation for a good result, but she is so afraid that this result might break him. However, he has no choice; many things must be experienced personally.

After he finished his lunch, the doctor called him to the office to discuss. He knew the news at a glance, unsure whether to reveal it or not. If he spoke, would it be too big a psychological burden for his patient? Yet, if he didn’t, his patient wouldn’t know his own condition, and how could he rest and recover in peace?

”Doctor, I would like to ask about my condition. I hope you can be honest with me like before, without hiding anything because you can’t hide it from me forever. Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, it is mine to bear. Only by bearing what I must might I live a different life.

I am well aware of whether the result is good or bad. Regardless of the outcome, I must bear it myself. This is the kind of result I want. I don’t want to reach my death without knowing the cause. I want to die clearly. You know, I’m someone with pride and self-respect, pride and self-respect that override everything else...”

The doctor clearly understood internally that having a conversation with such a savvy business veteran made him feel ashamed in comparison.

However, the doctor remained quite conflicted, unsure of what to do. If he proceeded with this, how could he find peace within himself? But what about his Uncle Shi!

”Uncle Shi, since you are so eager to know your condition, I can only truthfully tell you, the results of your tests are not very favorable. The tumor has been confirmed as malignant, and I don’t know how much time you have left. However, I hope you can live the life you want in happiness in these final days. You could undergo chemotherapy, and you might have a chance for recovery, but ultimately the choice is yours...”

Old Master Zhang had long suspected this outcome, but hearing it from the doctor’s lips still left him a bit shocked, not expecting how his once healthy body had deteriorated to this state.

”Since things have reached this point, there is nothing to care about, but I still hope you can keep it confidential. Don’t tell this to my grandchildren. They still have happy lives to lead. Why let the news of an old man like me leaving soon cause them to live in fear?

I’ve been close friends with your father, and you are someone I hold dear as well. Though we haven’t had many unforgettable moments over the years, I know your father has been in touch with me. I’ve never replied to him because I understand that sometimes silence is the best response. If there comes a day when I leave you and you meet your father, please offer him my apologies on my behalf for failing to meet his expectations.”

”Uncle Shi, don’t say it like that. Clearly, there is still hope for a cure, but you insist on giving up treatment. Are you really only worried that your grandchildren would be restless if they knew about your condition? That’s part of it, but the most significant reason is that you don’t want your son to return to you because of your illness. Your pride doesn’t allow your son to repeatedly trample your dignity. You cannot bear the humiliation inflicted by your own child. If you truly want what’s best for your son, you should honestly inform your family. Although the outcome might be hard for them to accept and may make them constantly preoccupied and emotionally exhausted, it’s better than hiding it, isn’t it? At least if you tell them, they won’t feel so saddened by your secrecy after you’re gone. All they want is to have their loved ones around, to be truthful with them about everything. If you hide this from them, won’t it make it even harder for them to accept and feel uneasy?”

”You should know that once I was diagnosed, my body can only endure, struggling to live on. Such persistent pain is nothing short of torture to me. That torture weakens a person’s resolve. When I first learned there was a malignancy, and that my time might be short, it was very hard for me to calm down. Despite appearing unfazed on the surface, internally, is that how I truly feel? Who doesn’t become fragile after knowing their fate? Who doesn’t long for comfort? But I can’t indulge in that because my family’s happiness means more to me than my health. If I start treatment, it will be impossible to hide it from them. I cannot let them suffer because of my illness. I’d rather endure the pain alone than make them live in despair, enduring hardships with a constant forced smile, crying in secret. I’ve lived that life enough myself, I don’t want it for my descendants, even if my son can’t see me before I pass. That’s the path I chose, and I’ll face it myself.”

Every path I’ve walked, only I truly know. No one considers any problem from my perspective. Only I can understand myself.