[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

On the first day after leaving the hospital, Huo An was admitted again.

"Doctor, is An An okay?" When the doctor walked out of the ward, Qi Yan strode forward and asked nervously.

"Why did he have chest pains?"

Qi Yan clenched his fists tightly, "During eating, he suddenly covered his heart and complained of pain, and then fell to the ground... I didn't take good care of him."

The doctor scribbled on the report, "This time it's not as serious as last time. It's fine to continue taking the prescribed medicine, but it's still necessary for the patient to rest and be less stimulated."

"Okay, I remember."

"but……"

Qi Yan's heart tugged, "But what?"

"His heart is getting more and more overwhelmed. At most... hey, it's better to find a suitable heart source for surgery as soon as possible."

Heart... transplant surgery.

Qi Yan's fingers were cold, "Can I survive after surgery?"

"It varies from person to person. If there is no rejection in the body, it can be as short as four or five years, and the longest can live for decades. But if there is rejection..." The doctor shook his head, "This kind of surgery itself has no Complete success rate."

"...Okay, thank you doctor."

The doctor is gone.

In the empty hospital corridor, Qi Yan leaned against the wall wearily, twitching the corners of his mouth.

Surgery, how can it be as simple as it is said?

If he fails, he will lose An An forever...

No.

He won't let that happen.

The grief in Qi Yan's eyes was gradually replaced by a more determined emotion.

The former Huo An saved his life, so Huo An's life, even if he desperately wanted to get it back.

Qi Yan looked at the closed door of the ward, and the scene from many years ago reappeared in his soft eyes...

cold.

dark.

The lake as thick as black ink is like a monster with teeth and claws, grinning and pulling his heavy body down bit by bit...

The air is decreasing little by little.

His consciousness was also being stripped painfully.

Are you going to die?He seemed to have given up struggling.

But in an instant, a hand grabbed his body violently, pulling him back to the shore bit by bit from the scythe of death.

In a trance, the frail wrist that seemed to be broken broke out with such terrifying power. He seemed to see blood gushing from the white skin, and the shocking redness was his last memory.

The closest experience to death happened in the small river behind the orphanage, and when he first saw Huo An, who was beautiful like an angel, he clearly saw the wound on his wrist.

At that moment, he believed that Huo An was his angel so much.

However, a vague face suddenly flashed in his mind, making him clenched his fists.

If Huo Zhi's dog didn't go crazy and frightened Huo An, An An wouldn't be so frightened, let alone have a heart attack...

Everything is because of Huo Zhi.

……

In the back garden of Qi's house, Huo Zhi searched around and yelled for half an hour, but he still didn't get a response.

"Nah..."

Huo Zhi put the bone on the ground, hugged his knees and sat beside him slowly, worried and lonely.

Why is it gone?

Did you run out by yourself?

Dao Dao is a stray dog ​​that broke into here by accident. Qi Yan hated it very much, but he stayed behind after his begging, and has been raised by him until now.The puppy is very obedient, and will never run in front of Qi Yan and Huo An, except last time...

The always gentle chatterer suddenly yelled at Huo An, causing Huo An to have a heart attack and Qi Yan to fly into a rage...

Huo Zhi's hands and feet gradually became cold. For some reason, he always had a bad feeling. The beating of his heart in his chest was fast and clear. He couldn't breathe.

At night, Huo An was still in the ward, but Qi Yan returned home early, which surprised and delighted Huo Zhi.

"Master..."

"have you eaten?"

Qi Yan strode forward, skipping Huo Zhi straight.

Huo Zhi was stunned, "Not yet, not yet."

The man threw the plastic bag he was carrying on the table and uttered a simple syllable, "Eat."

"what……?"

Qi Yan had no expression on his face, he opened the box, and a burst of meaty smell spread to every corner of the room.

A box of delicious braised pork is enough to whet one's appetite in any restaurant, but Huo Zhi took two steps back trembling, a little confused, as if... understood something.

"Master... what is this?"

Sitting at the dining table, Qi Yan took out a pair of chopsticks and slowly opened it, "I specially asked the chef to cook the braised pork. Even those who have no appetite can eat another plate with a big appetite. Come and try it for me."

Huo Zhi shook his head, the blood on his face faded.

Qi Yan raised his lips without any emotion, "Huo Zhi, do you want to experience the price of rejecting me again?"

He did not want.

But he didn't want to see...that thing even more.

"Eat." The man repeated.

Huo Zhi stepped forward, his whole body was as cold as if he had just been fished out of the water, his stomach churned up and down, staining his eye sockets red.

He trembled and said, "...the chatter is gone."

"I know."

"It, did it get lost?"

Huo Zhi held the corner of the table, his pale fingers were almost sunk by the corner.

"It made a mistake and paid the price. Do you want to be like it?"

Qi Yan's voice was rare and gentle, but it made Huo Zhi's tears fall uncontrollably, and he fainted drop by drop on the table.

"No...I don't want to..."

"Want to eat?"

Huo Zhi shook his head desperately, "No, no, don't... cough cough cough!"

The smell of braised pork was still stimulating his taste buds over and over again, and the stomach churning caused him to cover his mouth in pain and then staggered into the toilet. The retching feeling was very uncomfortable, but as long as he closed his mouth In the blink of an eye, Qi Yan's indifferent expression and the bowl of meat seemed to appear in front of his eyes again...

gross.

So sad……

Qi Yan listened to the painful moan with a blank face, and then threw the untouched bowl of braised pork into the trash can.After doing all this, he was not as happy as he had imagined, but more empty in his heart, as if something was missing no matter how full it was.

What is missing?