After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Look carefully, this is a story with two male protagonists! Two male protagonists, two male protagonists, two male protagonists! Those of you who strayed in, get out now!

The author is an innocent person who writes code. When it comes to medicine or psychology, it’s all relying on Baidu and imagination. Please be gentle with your criticism!

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Here is the dividing line

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The winter in Yanjing is always cold and long.

The southern part of China was still green and lush, and people could wear short sleeves, but the entire city of Yanjing was already covered in endless snow.

Wen Yinuo's dead gaze slowly moved from the rustling white snow that never stopped falling outside the window behind the doctor to the slightly gray examination list placed on the black desk in front of him.

The doctor, whose hair was half white, looked at the young man in front of him, who was not even twenty years old but had an aura that was more lonely and desperate than an old man in his seventies or eighties. His turbid eyes were full of sympathy.

The doctor's eyes moved from Wen Yinuo's face to the examination form, and then to the computer screen.

Compared to paper checklists with simpler language, the images and text on the computer are much clearer.

The older doctor sighed several times, pushed up his glasses, and spoke to comfort the lonely young man in front of him:

"It's okay, just relax."

"Although the stage is relatively advanced, at your age, if you can find a matching bone marrow transplant, recovery is entirely possible."

Wen Yinuo pulled the corner of his mouth, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his almost transparent face: "I am an orphan."

The doctor swallowed the words "Ask your parents or relatives" that were about to come out of his mouth.

With a complicated and sympathetic expression, he looked at the young man in front of him. Even though his face was pale and sick, it couldn't hide his handsomeness and exquisiteness. He was speechless for a moment.

It seemed that no matter what he said, he would be exposing the young man's scars.

There was a moment of silence in the clinic, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, the smile on Wen Yinuo's face faded, and he sighed softly, his tone was so calm that he didn't sound like a patient with a terminal illness:

"Doctor, if I don't receive treatment...how long can I live?"

The doctor obviously didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who was less than 20 years old, would say such a thing. He was stunned for a moment and said, "You are not even 20 years old. You are still very young. You have just reached the best age in your life. There are still many opportunities..."

Wen Yinuo lowered his eyes and murmured, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was responding to the doctor's words:

"Yeah... the best age in one's life."

But who else’s best age would be as bad as his?

He didn't finish college after working hard to get into it, his reputation was ruined, he was sick, and his hands were so weak that he even shook when signing his own name.

The older doctor didn't know what the young man in front of him had experienced, but he suddenly felt that he seemed even more sad and desperate.

The doctor thought the young man was suffering from his own illness and thought it was normal.

Even people in their seventies or eighties would be frightened and terrified when they suddenly heard that they were in the advanced stage of cancer.

The man in front of him was so young, and an orphan without a father or a mother, so he could understand why he would have negative emotions.

But as a doctor, I don't want to see such a young life disappear.

He considered it carefully, slowed down his voice and continued to persuade: "You...even though you don't have parents or relatives to match, there is no need to give up your life so quickly because of this."

"It's not like 10 or 20 years ago. Our country's bone marrow banks are now very complete."

"As long as you strictly follow the doctor's instructions, even if it's just conservative treatment, you will definitely be able to wait for the right bone marrow."

The young man lowered his eyes and politely said "thank you" to the doctor, and persistently repeated the question that the doctor did not answer:

“How long can I live without any treatment?”

The older doctor sighed and answered reluctantly: "...half a year."

As soon as the words fell, the layer of slight sadness surrounding Wen Yinuo disappeared instantly.

"Thank you, doctor." He stood up from his chair and bowed ninety degrees to the doctor.

After expressing his gratitude to the doctor, Wen Yinuo didn't even take the examination report, but opened the door of the clinic and walked out.

The doctor who failed to stop the man sighed and put aside the examination report that the young man did not take away.

He has been a doctor for nearly forty years and has met all kinds of strange patients.

No matter how much persuasion is given, the patient's choice comes first in the end.

……

Wen Yinuo, who had already arrived at the bus stop, had no idea that he had triggered the doctor's memories.

In the cold wind and snow, he silently wrapped himself tightly in the cheap cotton coat that cost more than ten yuan, and raised his hands to catch the falling snowflakes.

Strangely, the snowflakes in my palms didn’t make me feel cold.

But it has nothing to do with him anymore.

Walking to the bus stop, Wen Yinuo took out a mobile phone with several cracks on the screen from his pocket. After checking that the next bus would take at least ten minutes to arrive, he dialed a number that he knew by heart but had only called less than ten times in four years.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Less than ten seconds later, the call made by Wen Yinuo was hung up.

Not only was Wen Yinuo not angry, but a faint smile appeared on his face, and he persevered and made the second call.

This time, the call was still hung up.

The young man stroked the broken screen of his phone with his pale fingertips, sighed softly, and murmured, "As expected," and dialed the number that had been hung up twice.

This time the busy tone lasted for half a minute before the owner of the number finally answered the call.

Before the human voice came, there was a noise of obvious joy and noise.

An impatient middle-aged male voice penetrated the noise and reached Wen Yinuo's ears: "Wen Yinuo, what do you want to do?"

"From the time I found you when I was sixteen until now, how many troubles have you caused? How much shame have you brought to the Gu family? How dare you call me now?"

Wen Yinuo's face changed slightly. He pressed his fingernails on his hand, which was hanging by his side, into the flesh of his palm, causing it to bleed. Only then could he bear the pain in his bleeding heart and maintain his usual calm tone:

"Dad, I was diagnosed with advanced leukemia today."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, with only the increasingly heavy breathing sounds coming through amidst the joyous and lively background noise.

After a long silence, the background sound gradually faded away, and the middle-aged man's furious scolding could deafen people's ears even through the phone:

"Wen Yinuo! How much do you want to destroy this family to satisfy you?!"

"Xiao Ran was pushed down the stairs by you before, and he fell and stayed in the hospital for almost a month. He chose to forgive you. How dare you ruin his birthday?"

Except for the increasingly tight grip on his hands, Wen Yinuo's expression and tone remained calm and indifferent:

"Dad thinks...I'm lying."

The middle-aged man heard his calm tone and his disdainful sneer was clearly audible even through the phone:

"Whether it's a lie or the truth, don't you know it yourself?"

"I know it very well..." Wen Yinuo murmured and repeated, then chuckled and replied, "Yes, I know it very well."

"Dad, this is the last time I'm going to call you that."

"By the way, I'll be back to stay for a while."

The middle-aged man was anxious: "Wen Yinuo, what do you want to do! Xiaoran..."

Wen Yinuo hung up the phone with a blank expression.

The increasingly cold wind blew across his cheeks. He raised his hand and wiped it, and his fingers were stained with a layer of light white frost.

"I ruined my home..." Wen Yinuo looked at the gradually melting white frost, and a self-deprecating and sarcastic smile appeared between Juanli's eyebrows, covering her sick face, "It was me who ruined it."

He has already taken on more slander and abuse, so one more is nothing.

Anyway...it's the last one.