Go Away Mr. Tumor Page #4
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- 2015
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Daddy!
Come here.
Who told you to get off your bed?
You're bed 23?
Hello.
Mao Dou,
say hi to this nice lady.
Oh no, that's alright.
Your name is Mao Dou?
You're so adorable.
What's your name?
My last name is Xiong.
Xiong, like a bear.
Bear!
Stop it.
Okay, go play with big sister.
I'm going to pay the bill.
What does your dad do?
My daddy does big business!
Big... business?
Bear!
You little brat.
Aren't you full of energy.
Isn't that right.
Come here, let's fight.
Xiong Dun, right?
Are you okay here?
Are you sleeping well?
Everything is fine.
How do you feel?
My chest feels a little tight.
And sometimes,
I want to cough.
If you could come
and visit me more often,
then I'd feel a lot better.
If you come visit me more often,
I'd feel a lot better.
Little brat!
Mao Dou, stop copying what adults say.
- Got it?
- Bear,
Got it?
Dr. Liang.
Get some rest.
Boy. You are a boy.
You don't have b*obs, so you are a boy.
See, they're right here.
Fake.
If my daddy squeezed hard enough,
he'd have them too.
Boys have them too, so we know
what's front and what's back.
Are yours for the same reason?
Xiong,
how can you stand this kid?
Now you feel my pain...
It's time for my examination,
you guys can take off anytime you want.
Bring me some yummy food tonight.
Sure thing.
What are you looking at? Go away.
Mao Dou, I'll play with you.
Let's sword fight.
What, am I wrong for telling you
not to smoke in the room?
This is a hospital.
What's your problem?
I was smoking in the bathroom.
That's still in the hospital.
The smoke goes everywhere.
I don't care what you do.
If you don't care if you die, that's your
problem. We don't want to die.
No manners.
No morals.
Happy?
What is your problem?
Forget it. There're
a lot of people watching.
- Let's go.
- I don't want that.
- Let me tell you...
- Mom...
Try not to move,
Otherwise we have to do it over again,
and it'll hurt even more.
First time is always the worst.
You'll get use to it.
Let me help you.
I can distract you from the pain.
Bear, tell me a story.
That's a crappy solution.
I'm hurting my butt off,
and you want me to tell you a story?
You got no sympathy kid.
No, I don't...
What's sympathy?
C'mon, tell me a story.
I'm bleeding.
The doctor told me not to bleed.
Lie down.
Hurry.
What happened?
This is exactly what we were worrying about.
I tripped and fell.
Okay. Lie still.
Stop talking.
Stay on your bed,
and don't move around so much.
Don't worry,
I won't tell my dad.
Thanks.
Mao Dou,
do you know what you have?
I don't know.
But after I got shots,
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