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Fu Ran carefully hugged Lin Yang's thin waist, and picked him up from the ground.

Lin Yang was only two centimeters shorter than him. The weight of a grown man in his arms was so light that he was frightened.

what happened to him?

How did he find out now

He actually thought he was lying

Fu Ran's nose was sore, tears fell down in a "squeak", and his voice was trembling: "Xiaoyang, don't be afraid if we go to the hospital"

Lin Yang's head drooped weakly, and his whole face was buried in Fu Ran's arms. His fluffy black hair was soaked in cold sweat, sticking wetly to both sides of his cheeks.

Fu Ran could feel his clothes being wetted by the viscous liquid a little bit, and when it touched his skin, it hurt like a needle tip.

That's Xiaoyang's blood.

Fu Ran's eyes were red, and the surging crash at this moment overwhelmed him.

Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly hugged Lin Yang out of the bathroom, picked up a blanket from the sofa and covered him tightly, and left with Lin Yang like this.

When he got downstairs, he put Lin Yang into the co-pilot and fastened Lin Yang's seat belt.

Lin Yang's face was pale without a trace of blood, his breathing was heavy, and his chest was rising and falling.

The long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and the lower lip was a deep red.

Fu Ran wiped off his cold sweat with his sleeve, then got into the cab and drove the car on the road.

He supported the reverse wheel with one hand, and tightly held Lin Yang's hand with his right hand.

"Xiaoyang, don't be afraid to go to the hospital soon"

Lin Yang raised his eyelids slightly, looked down at Fu Ran's trembling fingers, and hooked the corners of his lips.

"Am I afraid, or are you afraid?"

Fu Ran pursed his lips tightly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with thick cotton, and he couldn't say anything.

Lin Yang withdrew his target lightly, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Go to the third hospital, there is still"

"Slow down, it's not too late anyway."

The Third Hospital was very quiet late at night.

In the emergency room, there were only a few sporadic patients.

The long corridor illuminated by bright lights is gloomy and cold.

Lin Yang pushed Fu Ran away, gritted his teeth: "I'll go by myself."

"I hug you"

Lin Yang's eyes were bloodshot, "I beg you to save me some face, can I?"

Fu Ran rolled his Adam's apple twice, and then carefully supported Lin Yang: "Slow down."

The outpatient department of the hospital was closed at this point, and Lin Yang couldn't do a physical examination, so Fu Ran helped him to sit aside, and then called some doctor friends.

With the back door opened by Fu Ran, someone soon came and led Lin Yang to check his body.

Fu Ran ran to hospitalize Lin Yang again.

When waiting for the result, Fu Ran almost didn't say a word. He sat on the chair by the door with his back stiff, and his two slender and beautiful hands were tightly clasped. Looking carefully, he could see that he was trembling uncontrollably. The knuckles of the fingers are glowing blue from excessive force.

Lin Yang leaned his head against the cold wall behind him, his voice hoarse: "Fu Ran."

The Fu family shook their shoulders, turned their heads, and looked at him short of breath: "Xiaoyang? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you back to the ward first."

Lin Yang interrupted him with a smile: "Are you nervous?"

Fu Ran frowned and took a deep breath.

How is he not nervous.

He vomited blood.

He is afraid that something is wrong with him

He was afraid that he had made a mistake that he could never turn back.

He was afraid that he would kill Xiaoyang.

Lin Yang stared at Fu Ran's pale face, and chuckled lightly, with some disdain and sneer, "What's there to be nervous about, I'll tell you the result, stomach cancer is terminal, I'm going to die"

Fu Ran stood up from his chair suddenly like a lion with fur.

His eyes were thick ocher red, "Don't talk nonsense, you will be fine."

Lin Yang stared at his panic-stricken face, and got up after a long time, "I'll go back to the ward first, and when the result comes out, you can tell me tomorrow."

He took two steps, stopped, turned back and said to Fu Ran: "Dr. Chen from the oncology department is my attending physician, when he goes to work tomorrow, you remember to bring him the test results, he knows my condition better. "

Lin Yang went back to the ward alone.

Fu Ran was like a puppet whose soul had been sucked out, and he sat back on the stool dully.

The surroundings are too quiet, so quiet that everything seems to be frozen, and even breathing is extremely difficult.

After an unknown amount of time, a doctor walked out of the laboratory, "Lin Yang, is Lin Yang's family here?"

Fu Ran stood up abruptly, froze in place for a few seconds, then walked over quickly: "I am."

"The inspection is out."

Fu Ran stared at the test sheet in the doctor's hand with bloodshot eyes, and his heart was beating wildly.

He heard himself tremblingly asking in a hoarse voice: "How is it? It's not serious, right? Right?"

The doctor felt a little regretful: "Why is it not serious? This is stomach cancer! Hey"

Fu Ran's head exploded with a "buzz".

At this moment, it was as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed it fiercely in his heart.

He was numb from the pain.

Trembling, he took the test sheet from the doctor's hand, his whole body was stiff: "Is it in the late stage?"

"Go and ask the oncology experts tomorrow. Anyway, be mentally prepared. The tumor looks very big, so it shouldn't be in the early stage."

The doctor closed the door of the examination room, turned off the lights and left.

Fu Ran stood blankly at the door alone, as if there were countless voices screaming crazily in his mind.

Xiaoyang got stomach cancer.

Fu Ran's grandfather died of stomach cancer. At that time, he was still young, and his sporadic and vague memories were of his emaciated body and the crying of his family.

Fu Ran stood there dumbly, almost wanting to crush the test point in his hand.

He did not know how to get back to the ward.

Lin Yang had already fallen asleep.

Fu Ran walked over step by step, looking at Lin Yang's tired and painful sleeping face, he didn't dare to disturb him a little bit.

He knelt down on one knee at the head of Lin Yang's bed, his eyes were red.

Stomach cancer...how painful.

He also forced Xiao Yang to eat such a spicy dish.

His little Yang is most afraid of pain.

Fu Ran gritted his teeth tightly, not letting himself cry, he slowly stood up from the ground, then put Lin Yang's hand outside, and gently stuffed it back

in the quilt.

In the morning of the next day, before Lin Yang woke up, Fu Ran took Lin Yang's test report to find Dr. Chen.

As soon as Dr. Chen saw Lin Yang's report, he pointed at Fu Ran angrily and scolded him.

"What's going on with your family?"

"Why don't you come to the hospital for such a serious illness!"

Fu Ran paled, "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.

Dr. Chen's face was red with anger; "Why don't you know? This patient booked an operation half a month ago! Suddenly, I couldn't contact anyone on the day of the operation! How many times we made phone calls and they were all turned off! You don't know? How did you act like that? Family!"

Fu Ran's breathing froze.

"What did you say?"

What surgery half a month ago?

Doctor Chen sighed: "Lin Yang should have had surgery half a month ago, the date has been decided, now"

He put down the test sheet in his hand and sighed again, "The cancer is already in the terminal stage now, it's too late to say anything."

Fu Ran stood there blankly for a long time, then smiled strangely twice, and shook his head.

"You're lying to me."

"Did I lie to you?" Dr. Chen was angry, "When he came for the examination, he was already in the middle and late stages, and his illness could not be delayed for a day! I have told Lin Yang countless times, you can ask him yourself You are also very interesting, you sent him to the hospital because he was so ill, and you didn’t reflect on your own mistakes, how dare you doubt me?”

Fu Ran's eyes were red and shocking, he was short of breath, and his voice was flustered: "Do the operation now, we will do it now"

"Now?" Dr. Chen sneered, "He is already at the advanced stage of gastric cancer, and the cancer cells have spread all over his body. What else can he do?"

Fu Ran's knees were weak, and he almost knelt down for him, "You save him, the doctor is still so young."

"The current level of medical care is like this. At this stage, surgery is of little significance. We can only adopt the most conservative treatment. Chemotherapy first."

Fu Ran left Dr. Chen's office feeling cold all over.

The dizziness caused by the dizziness made him unsteady, and he fell directly to the ground.

A passing nurse quickly supported him: "Sir, are you alright?"

Fu Ran shook his head, his voice seemed to split: "It's okay."

The nurse glanced at the words Stomach Oncology Department, and instantly understood.

In this office, there are not many people who can come out without changing their faces.

Fu Ran went back to Lin Yang's ward dully like a walking corpse that had been dried by the sun.

Lin Yang has woken up, he is sitting by the bed, a nurse is helping him to collect blood.

The morning sun poured in from the window, completely covering Lin Yang.

The thin figure melted into the dazzling halo, giving Fu Ran an unreal feeling.

Xiaoyang is going to die.

He is going to be killed by you.

A voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

Fu Ran was terrified, the dull pain piercing his heart, self-blame and fear were like a melting iceberg and raging fire, forcing him to collapse.

After the nurse explained a few words to Lin Yang, she left.

Fu Ran's voice was hoarse, and his heart hurt as soon as he opened his mouth, "Xiaoyang"

Lin Yang put down his rolled up sleeves lightly, "Have you asked Dr. Chen?"

Fu Ran nodded with difficulty.

"Am I dying soon?"

Fu Ran hugged him suddenly, as if he wanted to crush him and melt him into his body: "No, you will get better, we still have to

going to the Maldives for a wedding?"

Lin Yang let him hug him, but his voice sounded like a snowstorm in the twelfth lunar month, completely waking Fu Ran up.

"I'm going to die, don't lie to yourself anymore."

Fu Ran's body froze severely.

Lin Yang pushed him away, and slowly leaned against the head of the bed, "It's useless to comfort yourself, Fu Ran, accept the fact."

Fu Ran's breathing was anxious and flustered. He sat down and gently stroked Lin Yang's face; "The doctor said, it can be treated with chemotherapy. I will go to Ru Lang in the afternoon. His grandfather is an authoritative expert in the oncology department, so there must be a solution." Yes, Xiaoyang, don't give up, I beg you"

Lin Yang's eyes were piercingly cold: "I have never given up on myself."

From the day he found out that he was ill, he took medicine seriously and went for check-ups seriously. In order to raise money for surgery, he was forced to bow his head even though he never asked for money. He tried his best to survive.

He even ran over and bowed his head to Fu Ran to admit his mistake.

He wanted so much to live.

unfortunately

Lin Yang sneered, and slammed into Fu Ran's eyes.

There was a bit of a smile in the voice: "It was you who gave up on me, you said it yourself, a bitch like me deserves to die.

Fu Ran's pupils widened slightly.

"Now I'm really going to die, Fu Ran, are you happy?"