Every confession will be killed

When I came out of the doctor's office dizzy, the whole person was still in a foggy state. I thought about it carefully with my brain, which is currently a little out of order. What the doctor meant just now seemed to mean The eldest brother's condition is probably not too serious, but it's just a minor operation, and it won't endanger his life?

It seems to mean that, right?

Seeing that I was about to walk through the elevator, I made a 180-degree turn and ran back immediately, and slammed open the doctor's door: "Doctor, did you just mean that the elder brother has no serious problems..."

I looked helplessly at the doctor who was drinking coffee just now because of my intrusion, which directly left a brown mark on the coat symbolizing the white angel, and there were still a few drops of liquid left on the doctor's face.

I seem to see a blue vein on the forehead...

"Yes...I'm sorry." I replied dryly, but I didn't want to just turn my head away, "You...you tell me if it's like that just now, and I...I'll do your laundry for you."

I have never been so cowardly to a stranger in my life. This doctor is like an angel sent by heaven to rescue the suffering. Now he seems to have a halo in front of my eyes. This is really a very delicate thing.

"Yes..." The doctor took off his coat silently, then wiped his face and neck with the clean part of the coat, threw it to me, and ran to the side to find another white coat to put on, feeling very headache He rubbed his forehead and said, "Go and wash the clothes and send them here for me to put away. It's best to take advantage of my absence. Thank you. Please go out."

When I heard the doctor's words, my whole body seemed to have completed a holy baptism, the little wings seemed to grow out, and I seemed to feel my soul flying in the sky!

There is nothing more thrilling than learning that a loved one has cancer that is actually curable.

I looked at the dirty white coat in my hand, and it was the first time that I felt such admiration for such an ugly white coat. The doctor is really a good person who saves lives and heals the wounded!

It will definitely live a long life!

Thinking about it this way, just washing a coat is not so unacceptable!

Pidianpidian took the white coat and ran to the bathroom, and washed it with the hand sanitizer on it, while looking at himself in the mirror who was smiling so weirdly, and kept giggling.

If I were to say what is the happiest thing since I was reborn so many times, I would [-]% answer that it is now!

This is no different from pulling a person back from the hand of death!If I hadn't been so resourceful, I definitely wouldn't have brought my elder brother to the hospital for examination first!

"Ye Yuan." A soft and hoarse voice came from the side, and when I turned my head to look at him, I clearly saw the subtle expression on Yu Haiwei's face.

I know why he has such an expression, and now I am actually very embarrassed when I see my expression.

Seeing Yu Haiwei, I went straight up and poked him on the shoulder with a hand that was still smeared with hand sanitizer: "Brother, tell you something, you may not believe it!"

Yu Haiwei looked at me silently. I knew he had a bad voice, and I didn't ask for the other party's opinion, so I spoke directly.

"Just now..." I deliberately drooped my eyes, "Just now the doctor found out that my elder brother has cancer."

Yu Haiwei still looked into my eyes very calmly, it didn't seem so surprising, or in fact Yu Haiwei himself didn't think about whether his elder brother was sick or not.

"But just now the doctor said that because it is an early-rising disease, the possibility of recovery is very high if it is treated well! Do you think I am too lucky!"

It's really lucky, cancer, this term that sounds like a symbol of death, I didn't expect that I could get rid of it so easily.

"This is really, really great." As he spoke, he felt tears welling up in disappointment. This kind of deep sense of peace has never existed for a long time, and it has been pressing in his heart since just now. The huge boulder fell down suddenly, besides the exhaustion all over, there was also the pain of not knowing whether it belonged to sadness or not.

"Ye Yuan..." Yu Haiwei reached out to touch the corners of my eyes, dipped my tears, and slid down his fingertips. I watched the almost invisible tears leave on Yu Haiwei's fingers There was a wet trace, and only then did he look up at him.

"It's okay." Slowly biting the words, with a hoarse voice, he was like an omniscient and omnipotent god, blessing me...

...Maybe I was thinking too much.

"What's wrong with your hand?" After waking up, I noticed that there seemed to be some obvious redness in Yu Haiwei's palm. I subconsciously pulled his hand, and directly saw four red crescents in his palm. The wound in the shape of a wound is showing traces of blood.

I froze for a moment, and stretched out my hand to break off his fingers, and as expected, I saw bloodshot eyes in the crevices of his blunt nails.

"What are you doing?" Ask him directly, why did Yu Haiwei suddenly commit such self-harm? Doesn't he know what pain is?

"It's okay, Ye Yuan." Yu Haiwei said still lightly, "My nails are originally sharp weapons, and it's normal to accidentally injure them."

"You lie." I stared closely at Yu Haiwei's eyes, don't underestimate my friendship with this guy since childhood, I can tell at a glance whether he is lying or not.

"Ye Yuan." Yu Haiwei also stared into my eyes, obviously shorter than me and not as imposing as me, but I was almost speechless under his gaze, "You don't want to know why."

"If you don't tell me, I'll never know!" I simply couldn't understand this guy's brain circuit. I only asked him now if I wanted to know, and this guy even played charades with me.

"You want to comfort me." Yu Haiwei stretched out his hand and licked his wound, and he could vaguely see the blood stains on the tip of his tongue, "This is more useful."

When his lips came close, he pushed me directly into the bathroom cubicle, and Yu Haiwei locked the door with his backhand. The small space seemed even more crowded because of the two men.

Yu Haiwei didn't go deep, but stained my lips with the blood from the tip of his tongue. I licked my lips, and I could clearly feel the smell of blood still remaining on them.