Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Xiao Hao was stunned and didn't respond. Qiao Jiawen's question was still circling in his ears, but he lost the courage to stand up, and fell to his knees limply.

What exactly did he do?

When he needs it?

Was it the panicked medical staff who brought Li Ze who had an accident and roared wildly in front of the hospital lobby to pick up the stretcher?

Or did he make such an impulsive move to show his sincerity?

Or lying on the hospital bed, looking at himself and pitying himself, complaining about himself and even complaining that his A Yue is too selfish?

It turned out that he was so irresponsible, it turned out that he was so hateful, and he disappointed him so much.

Cheng Yue's gurney was then pushed out by the nurse. His thin and thin body was trapped in the thick bedding, and he could hardly see the ups and downs. The dense pipelines wrapped around his body. It seemed that even a little weight would crush him. On a ventilator, with an oxygen mask on his face, he couldn't see the color of his face and lips clearly, Xiao Hao was stopped by Feng Zhichu before he rushed forward.

"Don't touch him, he can't stand it." Feng Zhichu turned his head and told the nurse simply, "Send him to the ICU for close observation, and no one can visit him. I'll wait and take turns with Dr. Qiao on duty."

"Why don't you let me accompany him?"

"If you want him to die faster, just come!"

Feng Zhichu followed the nurse pushing the bed and left without looking back, Xiao Pei dragged Xiao Hao who was going to catch up, feeling all kinds of anxiety in his heart.

"Xiao Hao, if you can't help in the past now, everything will backfire!..."

Before Xiao Pei finished speaking, he watched helplessly as the blood gushing out of Xiao Hao's mouth stained his vision red, and his body, which had struggled to break free, slumped and slid on the floor.

"A Yue, this time, no matter where you go, I will accompany you..."

Qiao Jiawen roamed aimlessly in every corner of the hospital. For more than 10 years, the width and length of this field extended outward under the unremitting efforts and leadership of Cheng Yue is a legend in the medical field of A city. Every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree was once their whimsical imagination.

Relying on his weak body and the faults that did not belong to him, every step he took seemed to be paved with his own life, and he just watched helplessly. He admired, worshiped, and felt distressed for so many years. The boss fell down with a smile in front of his eyes, but he himself was powerless several times.

In his heart, Cheng Yue has always been an insurmountable existence, towering and tall like a mountain, even tireless, and he doesn't know what it means to be tired.

It wasn't until today that he realized that everything was just an appearance, and he was trying his best to pretend to be invulnerable, so as to give the people around him the courage and motivation to persevere.

Qiao Jiawen found a step and sat down without hesitation, hugging his knees with his arms and buried his head.

No one knows Cheng Yue's unique position in his heart, no one understands what kind of existence Cheng Yue is to him.

During his study abroad, both his parents died in an air crash. He never thought that he would become a person overnight. In such a lonely time, he was like a wandering lonely soul, and he no longer had the direction of home.

Cheng Yue was about to return to China after finishing his studies that year, and helped him handle all the procedures after his parents passed away. Those who hadn't experienced it would not know how difficult and difficult that period was. An indifferent and alienated person uses his only warmth to bring him hope.

How much he envied Cheng Han, envied that he had a brother who cared so much about him and loved him and protected him;

At that time, their brothers were still inseparable, and he stood in a far corner, watching them cherish each other.

Like Cheng Han, he never thought that one day the mountain standing in front of him would suddenly collapse. He never thought that there would be such a day.

Cheng Han!

Qiao Jiawen stood up like crazy and ran towards Cheng Han's ward!

He had to ask, what kind of words the two brothers had talked for such a long time, that made Cheng Yue even unwilling to fight for the hope of life. Go stimulate him!

Cheng Han was obviously touched by Cheng Yue's last words. At the last moment, when he raised his head to look at Cheng Yue's thin and desolate back, he was suffocated for no reason, and had a feeling of never seeing him again.

The expected pleasure of revenge was completely gone, replaced by a kind of guilt and distress.

Naturally, Cheng Yifan was notified of such a big incident and rushed to the hospital without stopping to see Cheng Han curled up and sitting on the hospital bed. The blood from the pinhole spread wantonly across the back of the hand, which was shocking.

"Ahan, what happened?"

Cheng Han buried his head in his bosom, unwilling to move, only raised his head when he heard Cheng Yifan's shout, his eyes were out of focus, and his eye sockets were slightly red.

"Ah Han, tell Dad, what happened? Did your brother come here? Did he irritate you again?" Cheng Yifan took a cotton swab from the bedside table next to him, dipped it in water, and cleaned the back of Cheng Han's hand a little bit. Although there is a lot of bleeding, fortunately, the coagulation function is gradually recovering.

"Why him?"

"Ahan?"

"Why did he hide the bone marrow transplant from me? Why him?"

"Ahan, do you know?"

Cheng Yifan's hand holding the cotton swab paused in mid-air for a while, his expression a little unnatural.

"Dad, why do you owe him?"

"You are brothers, Ah Han!"

"However, he killed my mother. I have no way to forgive him. Every time I have a nightmare in the middle of the night, I will think of the scene at that time. It is all the picture of my mother lying unconscious in the living room. He is the one I have always respected. Brother, I've always been proud of him but I didn't expect it to end like that, Dad... But, why did I not feel happy when I said those revenge words to him just now, I don't have the pleasure of revenge at all, I even hate this my..."

Cheng Han's incoherent words made Cheng Yifan a little confused, and his somewhat old figure slightly bent down to hold him in his arms, comforting his restlessness just like when he was a child.

Yan Huachong was called over by Cheng Yifan again, full of reluctance and even a bit of complaint, he helped Cheng Han do the examination again, took the medicine and left in a hurry.

He didn't understand the reason for Cheng Han's violent reaction, but he felt more aggrieved seeing Cheng Yifan's sincere love for him.

For such a long time, Cheng Yifan almost turned off all his work, even moved his office to the next ward for a while, and accompanied Cheng Han in every course of chemotherapy, waiting for matching, and then surgery.

However, Cheng Yue was working hard to take care of his body in the ward not far away, trying hard to make Cheng Han get better again and endure the torture he shouldn't have had.

Cheng Yifan wanted to call Cheng Yue, but he didn't know what to say. Should he question him or tell him not to come to see Cheng Han again so as not to irritate him, or beg him to spare their lives?

When Qiao Jiawen rushed over, it was completely impulsive. He stood at the door of the ward but hesitated to go in. He was just an outsider, and even Cheng Yue himself cared for any of them carefully, so what qualifications did he have? What reason is there to question?

Quietly opened the door of the outer room and walked in, looking through the glass, Cheng Yifan sat quietly in front of the hospital bed and looked at the sleeping Cheng Han, with a face full of pity and love, turning his head from time to time to look at the data on the equipment around him, or tucked in As soon as he tucked the thin quilt that he had kicked off due to occasional disturbances, his movements were gentle.

Thinking of Cheng Yue who just came out of the operating room and was still uncertain about his life and death, Qiao Jiawen's tears just stopped falling down involuntarily. Such kindness must be what Cheng Yue most hopes for in his life but is the most difficult to achieve. The three people in Yu Shui turned into the situation they are today, after all, it was God's trick.

After all, Qiao Jiawen resisted the urge to open the door, closed the door and walked out of the inpatient department.

He lowered his head and recalled everything that happened today, without even noticing that he bumped into someone, lowered his head and said sorry, then continued walking aimlessly.

"Family?"

Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, Qiao Jiawen turned his head involuntarily, the tears on his face were still there, especially in the dim sunset.

"Doctor He?"

"Why are you so absent-minded when you're walking? What if you run into a sick person? Why are your eyes red? Did you lose your relationship or something happened?"

The thick stack of documents in He Chen's hand was a bit heavy, and he raised his head to look at Qiao Jiawen after hearing his voice was a little hoarse, only then did he notice the tears on his face and his unhappy tone.

"It's nothing, where are you going? I'll get it for you." Qiao Jiawen took the information in He Chen's hand and carried it. The words "Thoughts and Suggestions on Sending Medical Care to the Countryside" are very eye-catching.

"I'm going to ask you, have you seen Dean Cheng? I've looked for him several times, but there's no one in the office, and the phone is turned off, or no one answers. Did you go on a business trip again?"

Qiao Jiawen's steps faltered, and he was stunned, and the folder in his hand fell to the ground.

"What's the matter? Jiawen, you are not in good shape today, what happened?"

"No... nothing."

"Where's the dean? I have something urgent to find him." Qiao Jiawen walked forward without looking back. He Chen didn't know, so he caught up with him and grabbed his sleeve when he heard the phone ringing in his pocket.

Qiao Jiawen pressed the call button, and Feng Zhichu's tired and eager voice came through the receiver.

"Jiawen, where are you, hurry up to the ICU, Cheng Yue's condition is not very good."

Standing by the side, He Chen could hear clearly that Qiao Jiawen had already disappeared, and followed him in the direction of the ICU.

Xiao Hao vomited blood because of his agitation and rage. He woke up just after he was sent to the emergency department. He ignored the doctor who was doing his examination and stood up on the edge of the bed. He pulled out the needle just inserted by the nurse. He came down and threw it aside, all the people stared at him dumbfounded and dared not speak.

It wasn't because of his aggressive behavior, it was precisely because of his too normal expression and the large blood stains on his chest that made the people present dare not act rashly.

Xiao Hao staggered out of the emergency room under the surprised eyes of everyone, and Xiao Pei saw Xiao Hao push the door and walk out with a pale face and frivolous steps when he was anxious from left to right.

"Why did you come out by yourself?"

"Where is Ah Yue?"

"You vomited blood and passed out just now!"

"Where is Ah Yue?"

"Xiao Hao!"

"I'll ask you again, where is Ayue? Xiao Hao's somewhat hoarse voice was obviously impatient, and his eyes were not focused on him, so Xiao Pei blurted out involuntarily.

"ICU on the 7th floor, Xiao Hao, you..."

"I'm fine, help me go home and get a clean dress, you can handle the company's affairs yourself!"

As soon as Xiao Hao got out of the elevator, he saw Qiao Jiawen running out of the opposite elevator and He Chen behind him. The two of them ran towards Cheng Yue's ward at the same time. He ran fast after the two of them.

Xiao Hao wanted to see the situation inside through the huge glass, but the blue curtain inside was pulled up mercilessly. He only had time to see Feng Zhichu standing next to the hospital bed in isolation suit, holding the needle in his hand and directly untied Cheng Yue's body. buttons. . .

After many years, Xiao Hao would always think of the scene of that day when he suddenly calmed down. The transparent glass window was like the dividing line between heaven and hell. Yue's side has no ability to give him strength.

When Qiao Jiawen changed into the isolation suit and passed the door of the ward, he paused and looked at the blood-stained white shirt, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked in without saying a word.

Standing outside, Xiao Hao didn't wait for Feng Zhichu and Qiao Jiawen's relieved smiles, but waited for the critical illness notice again. On an impulse, he threw away the thing in his hand that seemed to come from hell, and went crazy I want to break through the thick door of the ICU and get inside.

The little nurse Shan Libo couldn't stop Xiao Hao who had lost his mind, and He Chen, who was also standing by, reacted and pulled him away.

In fact, he couldn't react all the time. The person who was talking and laughing with him when he came back a few days ago, and the person who was sitting with him at that time planning the future development direction of neurosurgery, lay down in just over ten days. On the borderline between life and death.

Feng Zhichu and Qiao Jiawen never came out of the ward, but asked the nurse to come out and report that there was no serious problem for the time being, Xiao Hao stood at the door of the ward at a loss and cried again.

People are always like this, they never know what to cherish when they have it, and they don't understand the heart-wrenching pain until they are about to lose it.

He Chen managed to understand the ins and outs of some things from Xiao Hao's intermittent narration, and only then did he know that Cheng Han and Cheng Yifan were so close to Cheng Yue, but he didn't know what kind of life and death test he was going through now.

The huge blue curtains of the ICU have been neglected and opened. Through the transparent glass, Cheng Yue's face covered by the oxygen mask is still unclear, and even the ups and downs of his heart cannot be seen clearly. The medical staff inside are still in front of Feng Zhichu and Qiao Jiawen. He was busy under his command, but he also recovered orderly and unhurried.

He Chen took a long look at the child who had swallowed all the suffering and never complained or fallen, and finally made up his mind to turn around and walk away.

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