After rebirth, the old, weak, sick and disabled are a family

Duan Huiyan staggered to the door, opened it, and found Tan Xuxi standing outside.

He looked at him with concern, "What's wrong with you? Why did you drink so much?"

Duan Huiyan looked at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he became indifferent.

"What are you here for?"

Tan Xuxi ignored his indifference, walked straight into the house, and helped him sit down on the sofa.

He felt uncomfortable looking at Duan Huiyan's drunken face.

He sighed and said softly:

"If you continue like this, your body will collapse. I know you feel bad, but you can't indulge yourself like this."

Duan Huiyan lowered her head silently and cried loudly, but no sound came out.

He didn't dare look into Tan Xuxi's eyes, for fear that he would see through his inner fragility.

"Uh... She doesn't want me anymore. She doesn't want me anymore. What should I do? What should I do, Xixi? What should I do?"

“Wow wow wow… wow…”

As Duan Huiyan spoke, he began to cry like a child.

Tan Xuxi's mysophobia has been acting up.

Seeing Duan Huiyan, a 90-foot-tall man, crying in front of him with tears and nose streaming, he felt very worried.

He should be kept and recorded in history for future generations to admire and worship.

Thinking of this, Tan Xuxi actually took out his cell phone and prepared to take a picture.

But at the moment the shutter was pressed.

Duan Huiyan suddenly raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes.

"You...what are you doing?"

Tan Xuxi felt a little guilty when he looked at her, but she refused to show weakness.

"I...I'll take a picture of it, so you won't wake up tomorrow and deny that you cried."

Duan Huiyan snatched the phone, looked at himself on the screen with drunken eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm such a joke..."

"Wow……"

He spit on the phone and was petrified on the spot. His mysophobia reached its peak at this moment.

He stared at Duan Huiyan with wide eyes, the expression on his face was uglier than crying.

Duan Huiyan didn't care at all and continued his "performance", spitting and laughing at the same time, as if he wanted to release all the pain.

Tan Xuxi shook her head helplessly and could only silently pick up the tissue and start cleaning up this "disaster".

As he was wiping, he realized something was wrong.

There seems to be blood.

He went to check the empty wine bottles again, red, white, beer, limited edition, and street stall goods, all mixed together.

This is not drinking, this is clearly drinking life!

Tan Xuxi was stunned. He hurried to check on Duan Huiyan and found blood at the corner of his mouth.

Tan Xuxi's heart sank suddenly, and he suddenly realized that Duan Huiyan's condition was much more serious than he had imagined.

He quickly called the emergency number and shook Duan Huiyan's body vigorously.

"Duan Huiyan! Ah Yan! Wake up! Don't sleep anymore! Let's go to the hospital!"

Duan Huiyan was a little annoyed by Tan Xuxi's shaking noise.

He tried hard to open his eyes and saw Tan Xuxi's anxious face and the mess on the floor.

"I'm going to die... right? Then... can you... let her go... to my tombstone and scold me... a few words. I want to hear her talk. She speaks very nicely."

His voice became weaker and weaker, as if he would die at any moment.

Tan Xuxi's heart tightened. He knew that now was not the time to worry about these things.

He hugged Duan Huiyan tightly and said loudly:

"Don't talk nonsense! You won't die! I will save you! You must hold on!"

After saying that, he picked up Duan Huiyan, rushed out the door, and waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Tan Xuxi Tan Xuxi was sitting on a bench outside the emergency room.

He covered his heart and pushed up his glasses as usual.

But he found that his glasses had already disappeared. He sighed and looked up at the light in the emergency room.

If he hadn't gone to see Duan Huiyan on a whim, Duan Huiyan would probably be dead by now.

My heartbeat calmed down and I smelled the scent of white clothes.

The smell of wine was mixed with the sour stench of vomit, the strong smell of blood and a faint smell of alcohol.

Disgusting.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened and Zhao Lingyou walked out with a serious expression on his face.

"Junior brother! Are you and your friends here to generate income for me?

I'm off duty, no problem.

As soon as I'm on duty, you guys, one, two, one, three, come and find me something to do!

Your friend is suffering from gastric bleeding, alcohol poisoning, and liver problems. If he had been brought here a little later, he would have died!

Look at you all, you are so young, but you don’t know how to take good care of yourselves. Health is the capital of revolution, don’t you know?”

Tan Xuxi was scolded by Zhao Lingyou. He touched his nose helplessly and did not refute.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother... I will try my best to maintain my health... I won't generate income for you..."

Zhao Lingyou noticed that his lips looked a little dark, glared at him, and pulled him over.

"You too, why are your lips purple? Come here and let me show you."

Tan Xuxi felt a little guilty when he looked at her and waved her hands quickly.

"No need, Senior Brother. I'm fine. I was probably in a hurry just now and ran a little too fast..."

Zhao Lingyou rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, "Stop making excuses for me and come here!"

Tan Xixi had no choice but to walk over obediently.

Zhao Lingyou carefully examined Tan Xuxi's body with a frown on his face.

"Have you not had enough rest recently? Your body is so weak. If you continue like this, you will have to go to the emergency room."

Tan Xixi smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I know I was wrong. I will pay more attention next time."

Zhao Lingyou sighed, "Go back and rest now. I'll call you when Duan Huiyan wakes up."

"I am dead... or not dead..."

The smell of disinfectant filled his nose. Duan Huiyan opened his eyes hazily and saw Tan Xuxi sitting beside the bed, looking a little haggard.

He tried to force a smile, "I... am still alive?"

Tan Xixi nodded, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

"Of course you're still alive, but don't be so stupid again."

Duan Huiyan smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Wow……"

He suddenly burst into tears again, this time his tears were from sober hearts, not drunken ones.

He tightly grasped Tan Xixi's hand, "Xixi, I'm really in pain, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"I'm about to die, and she doesn't even come to see me. Does she hate me that much?"

Tan Xixi gently patted the back of his hand and comforted him:

“Don’t say that, she might just not know your situation.

What you need to do now is to take good care of yourself, and when you are better, go find her and explain everything to her."

He couldn't accept it.

Duan Huiyan, the one who would take a group of kids out for fun.

He actually drank so much for a woman that he had stomach bleeding.

Duan Huiyan raised his head and looked at Tan Xuxi with tears in his eyes.

"Really? Will she still care about me?"

Tan Xuxi even wanted to curse.

He has never seen Nie Shuyue since the accident.

It was clearly Duan Huiyan who drank so much that he became like this, and now he blames others for not visiting him.

But looking at Duan Huiyan's pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear to do it.

Tan Xuxi took a deep breath and decided to give Duan Huiyan a surprise, or maybe a shock.

"I have a way that might let her know about your situation."

Tan Xuxi smiled mysteriously, "But you have to promise me first that you won't torture yourself like this anymore."

The next morning, the news that Duan Huiyan had a terminal illness and would soon die spread quickly among his friends like wildfire.

When Qu Shuyue found out about it, she was still in a meeting and was a little confused.

She thought of Duan Huiyan's usual nonchalant look.

There is no way I can associate him with the word "terminal illness".

After the meeting, she stood by the window for a long time, picking up her cell phone, putting it down, and picking it up again.

She asked all of Duan Huiyan's good brothers.

They were all extremely heavy and sad, as if their brother had died.

She dialed a number. "Hello! It's me, Qu Shuyue. Please help me check if Duan Huiyan is really going to die young."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, as if confirming the authenticity of the news.

"Yes, I checked. Duan Huiyan was indeed diagnosed with a terminal illness. The situation is not optimistic."

Niu Shuyue's heart sank suddenly, and the phone in her hand seemed to become extremely heavy.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and hung up the phone.