Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Today is the day when Cheng Han leaves the warehouse, although Cheng Yue would go around quietly to the door of the laminar flow ward every day, hide in the corner and look at the display screen hanging outside to see how energetic he is every day, Day by day, I spend more time getting out of bed and walking, and the medicine I take and the amount of water I hang are decreasing day by day, but I still feel that the scene seen through the wide glass window is not real enough and not at ease.

In any case, Yan Huachong knew that Cheng Yue wanted to know Cheng Han's physical condition the most. In addition to regular daily reports, he would also send him every physical examination to Cheng Yue. Naturally, he could understand that the young man In fact, the dean really wanted to see his reborn younger brother with his own eyes, so when the latest examination results showed that Cheng Han could leave the warehouse, he was even more excited than any previous surgery.

"Dean, don't you...won't you go in and take a look?" Seeing Cheng Yue's obviously impatient expression, Yan Huachong couldn't help asking while standing aside.

"No...my dad just went in, and it's not suitable for me to appear at this time."

Cheng Yue's eyes fell on the ward not far in front of him and he was stunned for a long time, but he finally turned around helplessly. I'm afraid that Ah Han and his father were unwilling to see him. They were still immersed in the joy of rebirth after the catastrophe. If he went in again, it would not be worth the loss if the physical condition that Ahan had finally stabilized would recur repeatedly.

"I'm going to go in for rounds later. According to the habit of more than a month, he will sleep for a while later, or you can sit in my office first, and wait for him to fall asleep later. The bell will inform you." After all, Yan Huachong couldn't bear to see Cheng Yue so lonely and sad, trying to hold on to his sick body and thinking of his younger brother who was obviously a hundred times healthier than him, seeing him consciously want Turning around to leave, he couldn't help but grab his sleeve and said.

"Really... Is it okay?" Cheng Yue asked cautiously, but the anticipation in his eyes couldn't be hidden from anyone.

"Of course, I'll come whenever I go. If you're worried about something wrong with him, I'll stand guard at the door of the ward and wait for you to come out."

"Thank you, Dr. Yan. I... I... I'll just wait at the corner ahead, just give me a quick call."

Cheng Yue was reluctant to leave first, and the obviously joyful tone made Yan Huachong's sourness intensify, and he didn't dare to look back at him as he walked towards the ward with the medical records.

Cheng Yue waited at the corner of the corridor, too much joy covered up the menacing pain on his body, but more than half an hour was a bit long for him now, and the pain that gradually gained the upper hand was raging unceremoniously , I couldn't tell whether it came from the heart or the stomach, the entire chest and abdomen seemed to be in a huge wave, and he groped for the little painkiller bottle left in his pocket and poured it into his mouth in one go, Cheng Yue thought, When it comes out, I have to go to the pharmacy to open a bottle of a stronger one.

Cheng Yifan's figure appeared in front of him without warning, Cheng Yue was leaning against the white cold wall and chewing the bitter pills in his mouth slightly, his eyes were so dim that he couldn't even see his feet clearly.

"A Yue?"

Cheng Yifan dared not call out his name with some inexplicable emotions, which made Cheng Yue a little bit overwhelmed, and finally realized that the place he was standing was exactly the only way Cheng Yifan had to pass when he left, so he held on Swallowing the innermost tablet, he barely raised his head to meet Cheng Yifan's questioning eyes.

"dad..."

"How will you be here?"

It wasn't "You're here", it wasn't "You came to see Ah Han", it wasn't "Why don't you go in" and it wasn't "You look very bad" but a blunt sentence of "Why are you here."

Just like back then, when he came out of Gu Jingyan's operating room, his tone was mixed with some unbelievable feelings.

Cheng Yue forced himself to get used to this questioning tone, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth raised.

"I was just passing by..."

"Oh, Dr. Yan is still doing an examination inside, and I'm going back to the company." Cheng Yifan somehow noticed that his questioning just now was a bit blunt, but he still couldn't shake his indifference all along, just watching Cheng Yue's forehead was soaked with sweat The hair, the tone of the speech is unavoidably softer.

"Don't worry, I won't irritate Ah Han. When he falls asleep, I'll just stand at the door of the ward and take a look." Thinking that Cheng Yifan's softened tone was displeased, Cheng Yue subconsciously explained.

"Forget it, you saved Ah Han's life, how could you provoke him... Let's go in and take a look later, my company is in a hurry, so I'll leave first."

"Thank you, Dad..." Cheng Yue hardly expected Cheng Yifan to have such an attitude, and the frown unconsciously relaxed, and the smile on his face was flattered.

"You...I see that your complexion is not good, are you sick?" Cheng Yifan stopped when he passed the side by mistake, obviously feeling that the stiff body of this person was a bit reluctant.

"Oh...no...it's nothing...maybe I've been a little tired recently..." Cheng Yue tried his best to keep his steady breathing and answered intermittently because his heartbeat accelerated due to such a sudden and inadvertent sentence of concern.

"Is it because I didn't have a good rest last night in the operation last night, didn't it mean that the recovery time of hematopoietic stem cells is about the same as that of blood?"

Cheng Yue did not ask Yan Huachong to tell Cheng Yifan about the change of the second surgery plan, so in his mind, Cheng Yue's surgery was no different from a simple blood draw, and he couldn't help asking with a frown.

"Maybe it's because I didn't have a good rest. I will pay attention to this matter."

"That's good, don't be too tired."

"Got it, Dad."

Cheng Yue looked at the back of Cheng Yifan leaving in a hurry, his heart was full of mixed feelings, he was at a loss, like the warmth stolen suddenly, this kind of seemingly extravagant thing, unexpectedly, he could feel it again in his lifetime arrive.

Yan Huachong's phone rang in his pocket, Cheng Yue hung up the phone, stood up straight and wiped the sweat off his face, then patted his unconscious cheeks and forehead, leaned on the wall and walked towards Cheng Yue Han's ward.

Just like the feeling of being closer to the hometown and being more timid, Cheng Yue stood at the door of the ward, looking at Cheng Han who was close at hand, and Yan Huachong who was waiting to observe various data, he was a little afraid to open the door.

Yan Huachong also saw his hesitation through the glass, put down the medical records in his hand, walked over and opened the door of the ward.

"Just fell asleep for a while, he may sleep for about 40 minutes, I will wait on the sofa outside, you go in."

Yan Huachong staggered his body to let Cheng Yue in, then closed the door gently and walked out.

Cheng Yueli stood at the end of the bed and looked at the face that was [-]% similar to him. It was no longer pale and thin as it was a month ago, with a few traces of healthy red, and his breathing was steady and strong. Due to chemotherapy, the hair that was plucked was faintly growing back. The trend, the dense black on the top of the head has unprecedented vigor and vitality.

Holding the edge of the bed and slowly approaching Cheng Han, Cheng Yue groped for the chair beside the bed and sat down. His outstretched hands trembled and flinched a little, curled his fingers, stretched them, stretched them back and held them back, but he didn't dare to reach them. Cheng Han's arm.

It was already past the early summer season, the grass was growing outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the long-sleeved white coat was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but he still felt that his body was very cold, and he instinctively thought that Cheng Han was naked in the sick. The arm on the outside of the uniform would also be cold, so he carefully rolled down his rolled up sleeves, and then pulled up the thin quilt covering his chest, and then he curled his mouth in satisfaction.

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