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"Doctor, is he all right?"

As soon as Song Zhaolin's mecha landed, he was sent to the special ward of the hospital, and his family members were not allowed to follow him.But because Qianli had just returned from the planet Ain, the doctor specially allowed him to enter the ward with Song Zhaolin, and wanted to have a thorough and comprehensive examination of the two of them.

In fact, Qianli was not injured at all, he only lost two sleeves, but just to be on the safe side, he still accepted a physical examination at the hospital.

Song Zhaolin was different. He was injured to the gonads. What was reflected now was that his eyes could not see clearly. What was not reflected was unknown. A detailed examination was necessary.

After Qianli checked his body, he waited outside for a long time before the doctor from Song Zhaolin lifted the curtain and came out. He felt very strange, because both of them had the same check-up procedure, how could Song Zhaolin have more check-ups than his own? so much time.He was a little worried, so he pulled the doctor aside and asked Song Zhaolin's condition in a low voice.

The doctor took off his mask and gave Qianli a very helpless look. It was this one glance that made Qianli's heart sink to the bottom of the water instantly.

"Big, doctor..."

Qianli forced a smile: "Song Zhaolin...is he alright?"

The doctor pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, shook his head, and sighed.

Qianli suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he took a step back uncontrollably, his mind was in a daze—what he was worried about finally happened?When he was on Ain Star, he had always had this kind of worry faintly, thinking that things would not be that simple.But because the situation at that time did not allow him to think too much, and Song Zhaolin's reaction was flat, he put the matter aside for the time being.

did not expect……

"Impossible...he looks fine..."

Qianli closed his eyes, grabbed the doctor's arm, and stopped him from leaving: "You can't go, what do you mean by shaking your head? How is Song Zhaolin's situation now, talk!"

The doctor seemed frightened by Qianli's appearance. He gave him an unpredictable look, then turned his head and motioned for Qianli to follow him out: "Let's go outside and talk, it's not good to be heard by patients here."

Qianli nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, let's go out and talk."

Qianli shook his hand vigorously, trying to calm himself down, but his hand was completely uncontrollable and kept shaking.Qianli didn't believe this kind of result. After they went through such a dangerous thing and finally returned to their own territory...Song Zhaolin's health is not working anymore?

He looked at the back of the doctor who was walking in front, rushed over a few steps, and then grabbed his shoulder: "Enough! It's far enough here."

Qianli stared at the doctor: "Doctor, please tell me about Song Zhaolin's situation carefully. I don't want to get an answer that shakes my head or sighs. Let us guess by ourselves."

The doctor looked at him helplessly: "I will try my best to tell you the details of the matter, but according to the current medical and technological level of our country, there are some things that I can't guarantee."

Qianli slowly withdrew his hand, then nodded slowly: "Okay, there is no way out of force majeure, I just ask you not to hide us."

"Of course, the family's knowledge of the patient's condition will also help him resume treatment in the future."

The doctor acted sincerely, but what he said was cruel: "However, unfortunately, I have to tell you that Commander Song's situation is not optimistic. As I said just now, our country's medical technology is far from the Ain Star level, and a simple physical examination can't figure out what they did to Commander Song, so I can't make a complete guarantee on this matter. I can only tell you that his situation is not optimistic now, and he must pay attention to nutrition in the future. Take medicine on time... This is not without the possibility of recovery."

"What do you mean... you mean he's hopeless, he's dying?"

"I……"

"enough."

Qianli was dumbfounded after hearing such a long passage, and only noticed the last two sentences—pay attention to nutrition and take medicine on time.How this sounds sounds like what the doctor said to the family when the patient has cancer.He took a few deep breaths, then suddenly stretched out his hand to support the wall, and slowly squatted down.

He needs to calm down, he still overestimated his ability to bear, how could something happen to Song Zhaolin... Destiny also likes to joke with them too much, he thought that the matter would finally be settled and their lives could be back on track, but he thought this It was a wonderful beginning, but I didn't expect... is it the end?

"Mr. Qian...Mr. Qian?"

Seeing that Qianli seemed to be unable to support himself, the doctor hurriedly reached out to support him, and said worriedly: "Mr. Qian, are you all right, do you need another examination?"

Qianli shook his head: "I'm fine, doctor, I just want to ask you one question... How long is Song Zhaolin still left?"

The doctor sighed slightly, pushed the glasses on his nose, and said, "I'm not sure about this kind of thing. Many of our known diseases can't determine the survival period, let alone this undiagnosed disease. I I hope that as a family member, you can remain optimistic. After all, your emotions can directly affect the mood of the patients. If they are in a good mood, they may be able to create medical miracles..."

Qianli seemed to be unable to listen anymore, shaking his head while muttering: "I know...I know! I just want to know how long he is still alive!"

The doctor was yelled at by Qianli, as if a little frightened, he hurriedly said: "It can be more than ten or twenty years, and at least...Mr. Qian, this kind of thing is really hard to say."

At least... a few months?

Qianli suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and he almost fell to the ground—he didn't know whether he should be happy that the doctor didn't directly issue a death notice, or sad that his words were so vague. He only knew that Song Zhaolin must not let Song Zhaolin know about today's incident.

"doctor."

Qianli propped himself up against the wall and stood up slowly, but his head was hanging down, as if a mountain had been pressed on his shoulders, making him unable to lift his head.

Seeing Qianli like this, the doctor couldn't bear it: "Mr. Qian..."

"Don't let others know about this. Even Song Zhaolin's parents and elder brother... it's best not to tell them."

"This……"

Qianli suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "You have no way to save him now, you don't even have a clear treatment plan, and you can't even find out what happened to him. How can you explain to General Song? Take these words Talk to them?"

He said blankly: "The less people know about Song Zhaolin's condition, the better. I don't want him to learn from anyone that his body is not optimistic. You also said, doctor, if he can maintain an optimistic attitude , Maybe it can create a medical miracle, so the less people know about his condition, the lower the possibility of him knowing about his condition, and the higher the possibility of this miracle happening."

"Mr. Qian..."

Qianli waved his hand to interrupt the doctor: "Stop talking, I will take responsibility for anything that happens. Our current medical level is not high enough, but it doesn't mean that there will be no improvement in the future. We have money, and with the current status of the Song family, we also have The conditions are to provide Song Zhaolin with the best treatment. I only hope that...Song Zhaolin can persist until then."

Hearing Qianli say this, the doctor didn't insist anymore, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will try my best."

"Thank you."

After Qianli sorted out her mood, before returning to the ward, Song Zhaolin had been transferred from the special ward to the hospital.Qianli actually wanted to send him to the intensive care unit, but according to Song Zhaolin's sensitivity, sending him to the intensive care unit would make him feel that something was wrong.If they don't have a clear treatment method, the best way is to let Song Zhaolin be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate.

He stood in front of Song Zhaolin's ward, took a deep breath, suppressed the messy emotions in his mind, and then pushed open the door of the ward. Song Zhaolin was lying on the bed peeling oranges to eat. He threw it into his mouth, but because he couldn't see clearly, several of them hit his face, and he didn't give up. Like a child, he continued to throw it into his mouth stubbornly. A lot of orange petals were scattered on the bed and on the ground.

Looking at Song Zhaolin from thousands of miles away, he saw him bathed in the sun, his eyelashes turned transparent golden by the sun, as if he could no longer stay in the world.

Qianli pursed the corners of his lips, and said, "Eat so many oranges, do you want to eat later?"

Song Zhaolin immediately turned his gaze when he heard his voice, and then opened his hand towards him: "Qianli!"

Qianli smiled at him, walked over and sat down beside Song Zhaolin's bed, and gently hugged his neck.Song Zhaolin didn't expect him to be so obedient, so he hugged him tightly happily, and rubbed his head against Qianli's face a few times.

"Your beard has grown again... so prickly."

As Qianli spoke, he hugged Song Zhaolin even tighter. He felt his throat constricted, and he closed his eyes to suppress those inexplicable emotions—song Zhaolin couldn't be aware of something wrong now, and he couldn't hurt the spring and the autumn like this.

"Really? Then my hair should grow out soon."

Song Zhaolin raised his eyebrows proudly, and relaxed a little: "By the way, what did the doctor just say?"

Qianli glanced at him: "Didn't I show you all the reports, everything is normal."

"I can't see the report, you all told me..."

Song Zhaolin stared blankly in his direction with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said, "Why do I feel that you are not very happy? Don't bully me. I can't see clearly now."

"How happy am I going to be at the hospital?"

Qianli suddenly reached out and pinched Song Zhaolin's face: "Besides, I'm angry when I see you, how happy am I?"

"My hair will grow back soon, okay?"

Song Zhaolin hugged Qianli, and lifted his clothes with the other hand to feel inside. He pressed his ears tightly and said, "You bastard... how long are you going to dislike me? Is it because my hair doesn't grow long? Come out, you won't get close to me in this life, huh?"

"Hey!"

Qianli hurriedly pressed Song Zhaolin's hand, and said in a low voice, "This is a hospital, don't make trouble!"

"This is my ward!"

Song Zhaolin sneered, and held Qianli's neck from behind and bit his lips, but he couldn't see clearly, and Qianli was struggling again, Song Zhaolin hit his teeth directly: "Oh! I'm crushed to death..."

Qianli laughed directly: "You idiot..."

"You bully me and I can't see clearly!"

Qianli smiled and became sad again. He stared at Song Zhaolin's face, couldn't help sighing, then grabbed his collar and pulled over: "Come here."

Before Song Zhaolin could react, he felt his lips sticking to two soft lips. He calmed down instantly, and Qianli kissed him, closed his eyes, and tightened his hands tightly—no matter how many methods he used, he would cure his pain. Good Song Zhaolin... He absolutely does not want to accept this ending!

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