The sick and weak male supporting role holds the group favorite script

In the early morning, the top of Zhangcui Mountain.

The torch ignited a raging fire, dyeing half the sky red.

Holding a small flag, a sexy lady in a bikini stands in the middle of the road, chewing gum in her mouth.

There were four or five cars lined up behind her, their engines roaring like beasts, ready to rush out at any time, tearing apart the silent night.

The road is narrow, and only two cars can barely stand side by side.

Under the light of the fire, the cab of the last car could be vaguely seen.

Xuan Ruoyu held the steering wheel with one hand and turned on the stereo with the other.

His profile is sharp and clear, and just looking at it is also memorable.

The firelight hit his cold white skin, like a flowing red veil covering the fine suet white jade.

It is obviously a pretty face, but under such a tense atmosphere, there is a strong visual conflict.

"Ready, Go!"

The flag in Miss Bikini's hand fell, and the "beast" behind her roared, and the sound resounded through the sky, rushing into the unknown black mist in front of her like an arrow.

The originally lazy eyes immediately became sharp, Xuan Ruoyu stepped on the accelerator and followed closely behind.

The car audio has just switched to the first movement of the Fifth Symphony in C minor. The exciting music is fully integrated with the racing car. As the movement progresses, the car flicks, drifts, and overtakes on the winding concrete road.

Zhangcui Mountain has rugged mountain roads and narrow roads.

There are only simple guardrails on the side of the road. If you don't pay attention to it, you will be in a deep abyss, and your body will be smashed to pieces.

Aggressive driving style here is tantamount to courting death.

The run-flat tires rubbed against the ground to produce sparks, and the sound of brakes resounded through the sky.

At dawn, the red sports car driven by Xuan Ruoyu took the lead to break through the finish line, shining brightly in the first ray of sunlight.

"Fuck you, run so fast?" Fade Chen crossed the finish line second, opened the door and got off the car, and knocked on Xuan Ruoyu's car window.

"I want to know where the limit is." At the end of the movement, Xuan Ruoyu pressed the switch, and the music stopped abruptly.

He raised his index finger and gave a "shh" to Fade Chen.

Fade Chen said with a smile, "I know, I won't tell your brother."

The cars behind also crossed the finish line one after another, and the drivers got off and gathered around.

Xuan Ruoyu greeted them politely.

These drivers came from other places. It was the first time they ran the track of Zhangcui Mountain. When they saw Xuan Ruoyu, they were obviously shocked.

I've heard that Zhang Cui Mountain has a speed car king, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

In their minds, Che Wang should be very old, with a look that has experienced many vicissitudes, but they didn't expect to have an immature face, so... good-looking.

The morning sun fell on his black hair, like a layer of golden veil sprinkled on it.

It made a face more red and white.

His facial features are exquisite, like the characters in the painting, and when he smiles, he is a little childish.

"Okay, let's go." Fade Chen knew that Xuan Ruoyu didn't like people staring at him, so he called them away.

Xuan Ruoyu was born with congenital heart disease and has undergone heart transplantation surgery. She cannot bear stimulation and should avoid emotional tension.

No one knew that he would go to Zhangcui Mountain in the middle of the night to participate in underground racing.

And it has been ranked first all year round, breaking records one after another.

He looked obedient, but Chen Fei knew that the rebellious gene in his bones was like a wolf and a tiger.

The more I told him that this was wrong, that was wrong.

He wanted to try.

The doctor said, you can't lift heavy objects, you can't exercise vigorously, you can't get angry, and you can't eat too salty...

Xuan Ruoyu said, "My life is my own decision."

In his eyes, he is a normal person, there is nothing he can't do.

His life should not be seen at a glance.

"Sleep for a while, the company has something to do today." Xuan Ruoyu waved his hand and closed the car window.

Xuan Ruoyu was born in a family of artists. His grandparents were masters in the painting and calligraphy world, and his father was a musician. He showed a very high artistic talent since he was a child, and was given high hopes by his elders.

Originally thought that he would inherit his father's business, but he secretly changed his major during the college entrance examination, and joined his classmates to start a business in his junior year. In less than two years, the established technology company will be listed soon.

On the eve of the company's IPO press conference, he even staged the Fast and Furious performance hundreds of miles away.

Xuan Ruoyu set the alarm, folded his hands and put them on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart, and fell asleep slowly.

He had a heart transplant when he was five years old, and he has not had a rejection reaction so far, but occasionally some strange thoughts appear, which seem to not belong to him, as if a force is pushing him forward.

Before falling asleep, I vaguely heard someone say in my ear, "...Thank you...for making life so wonderful..."

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The cotton swab was spread on the blood vessels, and the veins were soaked with the yellowish-brown iodophor, blurring out the delicate and plump skin like white porcelain.

The young man lay on the hospital bed, clenched his fists, and waited for the medical staff to draw blood.

The man's facial features are exquisite, his eyelids are lowered, and his long eyelashes are drooping, covering his emotions tightly. Only the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed to express his dissatisfaction with the pungent disinfectant smell.

The white background and blue striped hospital clothes made him a little weak, and suddenly he raised his eyes, looking around, but there was a layer of indifference and alienation.

"Ruoyu, thank you for your hard work."

A middle-aged woman was sitting in front of the hospital bed, looking at him with a smile, kind and kind.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stabbing pain in the elbow joint.

Xuan Ruoyu retreated instinctively and retracted his arms.

The blood drawing needle was brought out, the blood burst into a thin line, and a flower of blood bloomed in the air.

"Ruoyu, what are you doing?!"

The gentle face of the middle-aged woman suddenly wrinkled into a ball. Although her tone was a bit suppressed, she could still feel the dissatisfaction in it.

She was sitting relaxed, but suddenly stretched out her hand, pressed his arm, and muttered:

"Ruoyu, hold on a little longer, whether brother can live or not depends entirely on you..."

"Mom knows you are a good boy, you will definitely help brother..."

"Be good, mom will come home later and make soup for you..."

Obviously sleeping in the car, but waking up lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by strange people speaking strange words.

The noise around was getting louder, Xuan Ruoyu frowned, and a lot of information flooded into his mind.

He is wearing a book.

Into the body of an unlucky cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him in a wealthy danmei novel he had read before.

This book is called "Love is Really Raining". He is the younger brother of the protagonist Shou.

In the book, he is a standard cannon fodder tool man, competing with his brother for the leading role.

Mediocre, dull, vicious, useless.

All the characteristics of the body are to bring out the advantages of the elder brother.

Not living beyond five chapters is the novel's verdict on his fate.

"Auntie, is Ruoyu scared?"

A gentle voice sounded at the door, and Gao Haoyang helped Xuan Ruozhen into the ward.

Xuan Ruozhen is holding a milk cake in his left hand, and a thermos bucket in his right hand, which contains steaming astragalus and angelica chicken soup.

Gao Haoyang and his elder brother Xuan Ruozhen are the real protagonists of the novel. Xuan Ruozhen was born with thalassemia. The legendary panda blood, RH negative blood, is very rare.

It is said that this kind of disease can only live to 25 years old, and it needs long-term blood transfusion treatment, which costs a lot.

However, no match for the protagonist's halo, Xuan Ruoyu, as a tool man, is not only a mobile blood bank for his brother, but also a stepping stone to promote the development of Gongshou's relationship.

As she grows older, Xuan Ruozhen needs more and more blood, from once a year or so, to now 2 or 3 times a week.

After frequent and massive blood draws, Xuan Ruoyu would feel dizzy, weak, and lethargic.

His family members thought it was natural for him to donate blood, but whenever he expressed the idea of ​​not wanting blood transfusions, the family members coaxed him together.

"You are blood brothers. Blood transfusion is a matter of course. Blood can be regenerated. Doctors have said that donating blood is good for the body."

"Family love is selfless."

Until he gave his life for it.

Not like vicious cannon fodder, more like a poor little boy.

"Let's have breakfast before drawing blood."

Xuan Ruoyu was seen not cooperating with the blood drawing, but Xuan Ruozhen kept a gentle smile on his face, and he poured out the chicken soup.

"Ruoyu, this is the chicken soup that Ruozhen personally made for you." Gao Haoyang stood beside the bed and pinched his wrist seemingly inadvertently, "Ruozhen cares about you very much, and I'm afraid you will starve to death."

Xuan Ruoyu took the cotton swab from the nurse, pressed the blood vessel, and looked at the two quietly.

In the book, Xuan Ruozhen takes the trouble to make soup for Xuan Ruoyu every day, and is very concerned about his diet.

It looks warm, but it's actually because he's afraid that if he eats outside, the blood drawn doesn't meet the requirements.

Xuan Ruoyu is greedy and likes to eat crayfish, barbecue, milk tea, and hot pot. The doctor told him to eat lightly before drawing blood. It was fine for a day or two, but he was not used to it for a long time.

Xuan Ruozhen began to strictly regulate his diet after the occasional cheating was known by his family.

When the steaming chicken soup was brought to my mouth, a strong smell of Chinese medicine came to my nostrils.

Xuan Ruoyu tilted his head with a cold face, his expression tense.

"Little fish, eat it while it's hot. It's bad for your stomach if it's cold." Xuan Ruozhen had a gentle smile on his face and took good care of his younger brother.

Xuan Ruoyu couldn't smell the smell of traditional Chinese medicine and refused to drink chicken soup.

He subconsciously pushed the bowl away, and the chicken soup splashed out, scorching Xuan Ruozhen's hands red.

"What's the matter, can you talk about it if you don't eat it?" Gao Haoyang took the soup bowl and put it on the bedside table with force, immediately grabbed Xuan Ruozhen's hand nervously, and checked it over and over again.

Xuan Ruoyu retched physiologically, facing his "gentle" brother, he said word by word, "I don't like chicken."

His eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a sharp light, as if he wanted to see clearly and clearly the little privacy in everyone's heart.

The surrounding air froze.

Xuan Ruoyu was expressing dissatisfaction.

Unlike the previous indecision, his tone was smooth and firm.

There was an aura around him that couldn't be ignored, which made people's backs tingle.

It's like it's never been seen before.

Xuan Ruozhen glanced at the reddish back of his hand, and withdrew his hand from Gao Haoyang's, vaguely feeling that Xuan Ruoyu, who used to be inferior and sensitive, is a little different today.

"This is an old hen. I boiled it for three hours and deliberately skimmed off the oil."

Xuan Ruozhen stared at his younger brother twice, smiled to show generosity,

"Then what do you want to eat, I'll go back and make it for you. Eat some food first, drawing blood on an empty stomach is not good for your health."

After speaking, pass the milk and bread.

Xuan Ruoyu didn't answer, "It's not good for your health to draw blood anytime."

Anyone with an online IQ can hear his resistance to drawing blood.

Gao Haoyang glanced at him with an unclear expression, and the disgust flashed in his eyes.

In order to get his attention, Xuan Ruoyu started to make trouble again.

Xuan Ruoyu hugged the pillow on the bed sideways, his eyes flew upwards, and his weak voice was like a thread, "You can eat whatever I want?"

This sentence seems to be softened, and Gao Haoyang's face looks a little better.

Xuan Ruozhen smiled, "Let me tell you first, you can't eat spicy, cold and other foods that are not good for your health."

Xuan Ruoyu lay back on the bed and covered the quilt, and said leisurely, "Well, I want to eat big goose stewed in an iron pot."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

At this time, eating stewed goose in an iron pot is not deliberately making things difficult for others?

Xuan Ruoyu, who has always been easy to talk, is particularly abnormal today.

Gao Haoyang stared, with round eyeballs hanging in the eye sockets, Xuan Ruozhen and Xuan's mother opened their mouths slightly, and froze in place for a moment.

In the end, it was Xuan's mother who broke the silence with a sneer, "This child, who eats this early in the morning? Drink some milk first. If you really want to eat, can you eat it at noon later?"

Xuan Ruoyu didn't speak, and had an expression of not cooperating with the blood draw without "stewing a big goose in an iron pot".

Xuan Ruozhen sighed helplessly, and looked at him dotingly.

"It's you who spoiled him." Gao Haoyang stepped forward, arranged the pillows on the hospital bed, and coaxed softly, "I'll accompany you to eat after the blood is drawn, okay?"

To achieve this point, if Xuan Ruoyu's core hadn't been changed, he would have already agreed.

However, now...

Facing everyone's eyes, Xuan Ruoyu said slowly, "I want to eat now."

Xuan Ruozhen sneered, "Then I'll do it right away."

Staring at his back, watching him slowly move to the door of the ward, and reluctantly opened the door, Xuan Ruoyu called out, "Brother."

Xuan Ruozhen secretly hooked the corners of his lips, sure enough, Xuan Ruoyu was still too soft-hearted.

He was about to turn around and come back when he heard Xuan Ruoyu say,

"Don't overcook the goose meat."

……

Two hours later, Xuan Ruoyu ate fat but not greasy stewed goose in an iron pot in the ward.

While eating brunch, with a smile on his face, Xuan Ruoyu stared at Xuan Ruozhen rightly.

The corners of Xuan Ruozhen's mouth were raised, but his brows were slightly frowned. He was obviously very angry, but it was not easy to keep a smile on his face.

Xuan Ruoyu ate comfortably.

I just like to watch green tea suffer a dark loss.

"Okay, I've eaten enough, I can draw blood." Gao Haoyang stared at him after eating a goose wing, took a step forward, pulled out Xuan Ruoyu's hand, and pressed it tightly.

The nurse took the rubber band and tied it to the elbow, and reminded in a low voice, "Make a fist."

After disinfection, the blue blood vessels stood out.

Xuan Ruoyu looked down and saw that the elbow joints were full of fine needle holes.

"I'm afraid of the pain." He retracted his arm and found that he was pinned down and couldn't move.

"It doesn't hurt at all, don't be hypocritical." Gao Haoyang pressed Xuan Ruoyu with both hands, and his strength increased a little.

"It really doesn't hurt?"

"No pain!"

The sharp blood needle was shining with silver light, and as the nurse approached, it was about to pierce the skin.

"Huh?" Xuan Ruoyu raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

Gao Haoyang and the nurse followed his gaze.

While the two were not paying attention, he grabbed the nurse's hand, snatched the blood drawing needle, and stuck it into Gao Haoyang's arm.

With a sound of "Puff", the entire needle penetrated into the forearm muscle.

Before he could react, Xuan Ruoyu quickly pulled out the needle, and with a "stab" sound, he stuck it in again.

After piercing it in, I twisted the needle a few times.

"Ah!" Gao Haoyang yelled, released the hand that restrained Xuan Ruoyu, and took a few steps back.

He pulled out the lancet and threw it on the ground, and asked loudly, "Xuan Ruoyu, are you crazy?!"

"Didn't you say it didn't hurt at all?"

Xuan Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and showed a naughty smile.

Gao Haoyang obviously didn't expect the other party to say such words, and his expression was slightly startled.He asked belatedly, "Why are you so weird today?"

Xuan Ruoyu didn't answer his question, pinched his fingers together, and slowly raised his head, his innocent deer eyes were full of bewilderment.

The moment he lowered his head, there was another sly look in his eyes.

"Brother, I have been cramming my medical knowledge during this time."

Xuan Ruozhen and Gao Haoyang looked over at the same time, apparently dissatisfied with his answer, but still smiling gently.

After Xuan Ruoyu finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

His movements are elegant, and his gestures are full of the nobility of a superior,

"There's a question that's been bothering me."

"I heard from the doctor that blood transfusions are not allowed for close relatives."

"If blood is transfused between close relatives, the blood recipient will have severe reactions, severely damaged liver function, nausea and vomiting, diarrhea, and even a large area of ​​rash..."

"I donated blood for so many years, why didn't you have any adverse reactions?"

"Could it be—

——I am not my own? "