the year I liked you

On a boring Monday, Deng Mingfeng and Zhang Chenyi endorsed in the corridor.

"Zhang Chenyi, are you and Ye Ling okay?" Deng Mingfeng asked suddenly, he didn't know their specific situation, should he choose to remind Zhang Chenyi or let nature take its course, and he was not sure now.

"He's fine, I went to the movies with him this weekend." Zhang Chenyi looked at him curiously, "Do you know which hospital Lin Zheyuan or Xia Yun are in?"

"I don't know. I just heard that Xia Yun's health is not very good. Lin Zheyuan seems to be hospitalized for observation. The two of them don't know how they got into fights with those bastards."

In the hospital, Lin Zheyuan struggled to support his body. He leaned on the wall with one hand and came out of the toilet with a drip in the other. "Didn't I tell you that you can't use your strength, and you can't even walk around." Li Mingzhe (doctor) frowned, put down his medical records and supported Lin Zheyuan Lying on the bed, "Where are your family members? Why is there no one to take care of you when you are hospitalized?"

"No need, and I can't die." Lin Zheyuan said lightly. He also wanted to have a family to take care of him, but unfortunately, he would not have one.

"The air leaking from your lungs has not been completely discharged. It is best to lie on the bed and do nothing, otherwise the air will squeeze your heart, causing difficulty in breathing and suffocation. You will not feel it when you walk. Chest tightness?" Li Mingzhe is used to seeing patients, and he has never seen such a patient who does not care about his body. Seeing that Lin Zheyuan ignored him, he sighed, picked up the medical record and left the ward. Seeing him leave, Lin Zheyuan slowly Get up and get out of bed.

In another ward, "The doctor's suggestion is to stay in the hospital for observation. You are in the early stage of gastric cancer. It is best to have surgery as soon as possible, and you have a history of mental illness. If possible, you should see a psychiatrist before the operation, okay?" Nangong Banruo He held Xia Yun's hand and asked softly.

"Why don't you let go, Nangong, let's not talk about how much stomach cancer surgery costs, isn't my schizophrenia enough to torment you, plus my asthma, I think it's better to just leave it like this, let me fend for myself " Xia Yun said with a trembling voice.

"Then what should I do? What should I do when you leave?" Nangong hugged Xia Yun gently, "No matter what, don't leave me alone, okay? We have only been together for a short time, and I haven't told you yet. You, how much I want to go down with you."

Outside the ward, Lin Zheyuan leaned against the wall, sighed, then turned around and moved to Li Mingzhe's office. Li Mingzhe had just sent away a patient's family member when he saw Lin Zheyuan leaning against the door, "Are you crazy? I told you that you have to lie down and rest." Li Mingzhe helped Lin Zheyuan to sit down.

"The one in ward 632, what's going on?" Seeing Li Mingzhe looking at him strangely, Lin Zheyuan explained, "He's my classmate, he lived in with me, what happened to him besides the flesh injury?"

"I know you lived in together, and you are enough. Children nowadays don't cherish their bodies so much. When my colleague helped him to check his body, he found that he was already in the early stage of gastric cancer, but he went to check his medical records. I just found out that he had a history of mental illness and asthma, hey, don't tell me." Li Mingzhe consciously said too much while talking, and quickly added.

"I know, thank you." Lin Zheyuan got up slowly and left Li Mingzhe's office. For a moment, he wished he had advanced gastric cancer, so after Xia Yun passed away, would he still have a chance?But thinking about what he saw outside the ward just now, if Xia Yun died, Nangong would be very sad, right?Why is he in so much pain now? Why isn't he the one who got stomach cancer?But even if he has stomach cancer, will Nangong take pity on him?Is this the result he wants?Before he got his own answer, he passed out in the corridor, the surroundings were deserted, he curled up on the cold floor, it turned out that it was still in pain, and he kept telling himself that he only needed to bless him, "It hurts, Prajna. ...." Before he passed out, there was only one whisper left in the empty corridor.