soul seeker

Hearing this, Xian Miao on the side finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. He closed the computer and took off his glasses, "It's finished."

"Xianmiao, look at how he has no brotherhood!" Dou Yun looked at Xianmiao pitifully.

"Don't blame him, I won't borrow it if you want."

"Why are you teary by the way?" Dou Yun looked at Mucheng.

"Quit smoking, here we go again!" He took out a tissue and blew his nose.

"It deserves it. This is the retribution for not lending my house."

"When is the surgery?" Xian Miao put the computer in her bag.

"next week."

"Oh..." Mucheng collapsed on the bed, "Is it radiotherapy and chemotherapy after the operation?"

"Yeah, it's not like you don't understand."

Mu Cheng turned his head to look at Xian Miao, "Will it be ugly if I become bald?"

"No way," Xian Miao bent down and brought her face very close to his, stroking his hair, "Isn't it cute to be bald?"

Dou Yun on the side kicked off the bed unbearably, destroying the nasty picture: "Yes! It will become very ugly! Didn't you shave it when you were a child? You are so scared that dogs dare not talk to you!"

"Really?" Xianmiao turned her head to look at Dou Yun, and then at Mu Cheng, "Do you have a picture? Why did you shave your head?"

"You listen to him," Mucheng squeezed his delicate face, and looked up at Dou Yun, "Get out! You won't even borrow the house even if you die! Go, go, go out and beg for food!"

"I don't! I'll sleep here," Dou Yun pointed to Mucheng's bed, "Your luxury single room is a double bed, I'll sleep here, didn't you let me accompany you?"

Xianmiao suddenly blushed and went to the toilet.

Dou Yun was a little puzzled: "What happened to him?"

"Here is his seat." Mu Cheng tenderly stroked the empty seat beside him.

Dou Yun stood up immediately: "If you don't borrow my house, you are afraid that I will do something to your bed. You can do nothing in the hospital! I warn you not to mess around! It will scare the nurse!"

Mucheng threw a pillow over: "Roll!"

Dou Yun ran towards the door and turned around and shouted: "Excessive indulgence is not good for your health! Remember you are a patient!"

The anesthesia faded, and Mucheng woke up. The first thing he saw was Xianmiao who was sitting on the side, leaning over his face: "Are you awake?"

His face was haggard.

Then came the pain from the wound.

"Is there something uncomfortable?" Xianmiao pushed away a strand of bangs covering his eyes.

"It's just the wound." Because of his weakness, his voice was very small and hoarse.

"He's awake?" Dou Yun came out of the toilet on one side, took out a medical flashlight from the pocket of his white coat, and opened Mu Cheng's eyes to take a light.

Mucheng turned his head: "Don't do this, it's like an autopsy."

"It's a shame that you graduated from a medical university! The autopsy uses your eyes!" He raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's five o'clock. Since you woke up, I won't watch. I'm going to take my dad off."

"Oh."

"If the incision hurts badly, come to me, and I'll prescribe some painkillers for you."

After Dou Yun left, Mu Cheng looked at Xian Miao, "You can also sleep on the sofa over there."

"I won't go." He lay on the edge of Mucheng's bed, "I'll just sleep here, and I still have to watch the bottle, call me if you need something."

Although he wanted to say "I'm sorry", Mu Cheng knew that saying it would only make Xian Miao uncomfortable.

airport.

The old man picked up the luggage from Dou Yun's hand, sighed slightly, his expression was still serious: "Just get married, live a good life, don't make any troubles, I can bear it, but your mother can't bear it."

Dou Yun, who was always nervous in front of him, felt that he was very kind at this moment, stared blankly at his face, and whispered: "Oh."

"I'm leaving. I will bring your mother back this year during the Spring Festival. I will meet his family and have a meal together."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left without waiting for Dou Yun to say anything.

He was still so capable, but there was already an unconcealable sense of aging on his face.