First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

The ward was quiet for a long time.

Song Jianchu opened his eyes and met Mu Ye's eyes.

He had already been able to easily see through Mu Ye's emotions, but this time he couldn't analyze anything.

Those gray eyes are cool in themselves, but they look gentle because they usually smile a lot.

Appears cold and distant without any emotion.

This kind of Mu Ye is a little strange.

Song Jianchu only looked at it for two seconds before looking away.

Mu Ye held his wrist and lifted his sleeve up a little.Looking at the small bruises and blood spots on his fair arm, Mu Ye asked in a low voice, "How long has it been since you were diagnosed?"

Song Jianchu curled his fingers, his voice was hoarse: "Two months."

Mu Ye nodded, and hooked his lower lip in an unclear manner: "Before you took care of me."

"..."

Not knowing what else to say, Song Jianchu could only repeat in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Mu Ye looked up at him peacefully, and asked again: "I'm sorry for what?"

Mu Ye's expression was considered gentle, and he didn't question him, but Song Jianchu's heart sank.

His throat started to hurt and he swallowed several times.

Mu Ye put down his sleeves.

The warmth on the wrist left, and Song Jianchu's mind cooled down again.

Song Jianchu closed his eyes: "I really never thought about falling in love with you before. I know that this kind of situation is not suitable for entering a relationship."

Mu Ye frowned, his eyes were dark.

Song Jianchu paused: "But I don't regret it, and I will be responsible for my mistakes."

He frowned slightly: "All the losses caused to you during this period, including spiritual losses, will be compensated to your satisfaction. Or you have any compensation you want..."

Couldn't finish.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and his lips felt dull pain.

Mu Ye clasped the back of his head and bit his lower lip tightly.

Song Jianchu was stunned for a while, and opened his eyes slightly.

Mu Ye bit it for several seconds before backing away, pinching the back of his neck, and chuckled lightly: "Baby, I seem to only ask you one question."

Song Jianchu was still stunned.

Mu Ye hugged him gently, and rubbed his shoulders as usual: "From now on, don't answer unnecessary questions."

Like being stabbed into the chest by a gentle knife, Song Jianchu's body stiffened: "...OK."

Mu Ye asked: "Two months after the diagnosis, have you done the bone marrow matching?"

Song Jianchu said in a low voice: "I have already applied for the bone marrow matching bank, and I am still waiting for the result."

Mu Ye stroked his back: "I went to your cousin earlier to find him for a match?"

"Hmm... No communication was successful."

Mu Ye paused for a few seconds: "Is there any family members who can be matched?"

Song Jianchu shook his head.

Mu Ye hugged him tightly, and patted his back comfortingly: "It's okay, let's figure out a solution together."

Unconsciously leaning on Mu Ye's shoulder, Song Jianchu gave a low "hmm".

Mu Ye continued to ask: "What did the doctor say, do you need to be hospitalized?"

"Go to the previous hospital for examination first."

"Send me the contact information of the attending doctor."

"……it is good."

After asking, Mu Ye hugged him for a long time before letting go, his gentle expression faded: "Since you know you have done something wrong, be good from now on. When the disease is cured, I will punish you together."

Song Jianchu looked hesitant, and said hesitantly: "Teacher Mu..."

"I'm not angry yet." Mu Ye said lightly, "Don't say anything that makes me angry."

Song Jianchu could only swallow the words back.

Mu Ye stood up, rubbed his head, and said softly: "Lie down and rest first, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

Yin Chi leaned in the corridor, sent messages to the doctors he knew, asked about the treatment of chronic myelogenous leukemia, and glanced anxiously at the closed door of the ward from time to time.

Seeing Mu Ye coming out, he stood up nervously: "Teacher Mu."

Mu Ye frowned slightly: "You were looking for Song Yan just now?"

That's it.

Yin Chi sighed helplessly, and looked at Mu Ye's expression with trepidation. He didn't see much emotion, so he was a little relieved.

Yin Chi recalled what he heard, and felt agitated: "That idiot doesn't want to do a type match, so he should have been tied up to the hospital just now, and he was forced to draw blood."

"You have to volunteer yourself." Mu Ye said lightly.

Because he had participated in charity activities related to leukemia before, Mu Ye knew about this aspect, and he had also heard of many medical accidents caused by the destruction of donations.

Yin Chi scolded in a low voice: "This father and son are really not human."

Mu Ye's attitude was so calm, Yin Chi was even more disturbed, and couldn't help explaining: "Mr. Mu, it's true that Jian Chu did something wrong, but..."

Yin Chi paused for half a second: "It's because of you that he..."

Mu Ye interrupted: "I'm going to find a doctor, please take care of me for a while. I'll take Chuchu to another hospital later, thank you for your hard work tonight."

Yin Chi looked at Mu Ye's expression incomprehensibly, and nodded: "I'll follow, otherwise I won't worry."

Accompanied by Mu Ye and Yin Chi, Song Jianchu was transferred overnight.

In the early morning, Song Jianchu suddenly fell into a coma again, underwent a series of examinations, and was directly hospitalized.

When Song Jianchu received a blood transfusion, Dr. Zhao called his family members to the consultation room and told him solemnly: "Some organs have bleeding symptoms, and the disease has entered the acute stage, and severe treatment must be received immediately."

Mu Ye didn't sleep all night, his voice was low and hoarse: "Is there no news about the matching from the bone marrow bank?"

"The initial matching of the China Bone Marrow Bank did not match a suitable donor." Dr. Zhao said regretfully: "We can only accept the treatment in the acute phase first, try to prolong life, and wait for the matching results of foreign bone marrow banks, or wait for new entrants into the bank. of volunteers were successfully matched.”

Mu Ye fell silent.

Yin Chi asked: "Can I do matching?"

Dr. Zhao euphemistically informed: "Yes, but they are not related by blood. The probability of successful matching is not high."

Yin Chi didn't want to make the atmosphere too heavy, and said optimistically: "I want to try, maybe I'm the chosen one."

After adjusting his mood, Mu Ye raised his head: "Please help me arrange the bone marrow matching."

The condition is that the privacy will not be leaked, but the hospitalization cannot be concealed, and the hot search quickly made the list.

The matter of being investigated has just subsided, and the fans have not yet breathed a sigh of relief, and now they are all crazy.

[Smelly treasure is hospitalized?what happened!Are there any sisters who know? ? 】

【Ah, ah, baby, be well, my mother is so distressed [crying]]

【Last time I recorded the show, I didn't seem to be in good health. What's the matter with my brother? 】

【Hope it's not a big problem [prayer]】

【Can Heizi shut up? ! !It was you who made my son angry! 】

[Son get better soon, woo woo mother can't see you, I can only give you a loving hug [hug]]

【I hope my son just has a cold. If he is so good, he will be fine soon】

……

The blood matching was over, and because the hospital only allowed one family member to accompany him, Yin Chi could only go back and wait for the notification.

Mu Ye turned down all his jobs and received many messages of concern for his boyfriend.

[Gu Jiaming: Why didn't you answer the phone?Song Jianchu was hospitalized?I don't need to come to the studio for this period of time, so I should accompany him well. 】

[Pei Shinian: Brother, why did Jianchu get hospitalized?Is he all right?You don't have to worry about letting me raise you here. 】

[Bai Xingyu: What happened at the beginning?Are you in the hospital too? 】

[Mumu: Brother, is Brother Little Rabbit sick?Can I go and see him? 】

……

Mu Ye took a general look, turned off his mobile phone, and went home to get some necessary daily necessities for escorting.

He seldom touched Song Jianchu's personal belongings. When searching for Song Jianchu's clothes, he found a small iron box hidden under his clothes.

Mu Ye moved away the neatly folded clothes according to the colors, and opened the small iron storage box.

There are various medicine bottles arranged according to types, more than a dozen large and small, and several of the duplicate medicine bottles have been empty.

Mu Ye lowered his eyes and glanced indifferently, and took them out one by one to have a look.

Each medicine bottle has the same regular handwriting, writing the interval time of taking medicine.

Three times a day, two times a day...

Added together, each dose is a lot.

Living together for so long, he didn't notice it at all.

Mu Ye exhaled slowly, closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled several times trembling.

He put the medicine box back in its original place, and took away two sweaters that Song Jianchu often wore.

Carrying the luggage bag back to the car, Mu Ye opened the window.He lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it. He put his hand on the car window and sat in the driver's seat for 2 minutes.

After putting out the cigarette, he took out his mobile phone, turned it on and opened the communication list, and found a well-known leukemia treatment expert whom he had contacted several times because of public welfare activities.

When the phone was dialed, Mu Ye greeted politely: "Director Yan, hello."

Director Yan smiled and said, "Teacher Mu, what's the matter?"

Mu Ye asked: "Excuse me, is there a good cure for chronic myelogenous leukemia?"

Director Yan said: "Chronic granule type, the general drug treatment in the chronic phase can be well controlled, and now most patients can effectively prolong the survival time as long as they take the medicine on time."

Mu Ye leaned back on the driver's seat, propped his elbows on the car window and pressed the frown between his eyebrows: "What if it's already turned into an acute stage?"

"The acute stage is mainly treated with combined chemotherapy, combined with symptomatic support, and hematopoietic stem cell transplantation must be performed as soon as possible to achieve complete cure. If there is no successful matching, the average survival period of the patient is two months."

Mu Ye closed his eyes: "Can you accept patients?"

"Yes." Director Yan reminded: "However, if your friend has already transferred urgently, it is recommended to relieve the symptoms before transferring to another hospital. If you need to transfer to another hospital, I can accept it at any time."

Mu Ye thanked politely, with a deep voice: "Thank you, I will contact you after I make a decision."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Ye turned off his phone again and threw it to the co-pilot.

Back in the ward, Mu Ye put down his luggage on the accompanying bed, and sat on the chair beside the bed.

He held the cold hand outside the quilt, and quietly looked at the boy's face which had turned pale due to blood loss.

Song Jianchu was still in a deep sleep, breathing very quietly.

The boy's eyelids are thin and his eyelashes are long. When his eyes are closed, his facial features are extraordinarily delicate, exuding a clean and youthful aura.

Mu Ye leaned over that hand and pressed it to his face nostalgicly, and called out weakly: "Chu Chu."

got no response.

Mu Ye closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead hair with the palm of his fair hand, and lay down beside the bed with that hand.

I don't know how long it took, it was already dark, and only a very weak night light was turned on in the ward.

Song Jianchu's fingers moved slightly, and the cool fingertips touched his face lightly.

Feeling the touch, Mu Ye slowly straightened up.

Song Jianchu slightly opened his eyes and looked at him, his voice was weak: "Teacher Mu, go home and sleep."

Mu Ye's face was exhausted, the tails of his eyes were inconspicuously red, and he raised his eyebrows: "Chasing me again?"

Song Jianchu said, "Go back, I'm fine."

After staring at him for a few seconds, Mu Ye turned cold on purpose: "Song Jianchu, do you just want to see me angry?"

It was the first time Mu Ye called him by his name.

Song Jianchu couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, and frowned again: "I'm afraid you're tired."

Mu Ye squeezed his fingers: "I'm not tired."

Song Jianchu looked at his face: "But you look very tired."

"That has nothing to do with you." Mu Ye said thoughtfully, "Don't tell me when you're sad, and I won't tell you if I'm tired."

Familiar feeling, dispelling some heavy atmosphere.

Song Jianchu smiled helplessly.

Mu Ye still couldn't bear to show his expression, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, he lay on the side of the hospital bed and looked at him with his head tilted, reached out and rubbed his ear tips: "Why are we so good-looking at Chuchu? We are also sick and weak beautiful men when we are sick."

"Teacher Mu." Song Jianchu suddenly called out in a low voice.

Mu Ye picked up his fingertips, put them to his lips and kissed: "En."

The weak light softened the boy's clean eyes.Song Jianchu said in a low voice: "Our agreement is still valid, you can't find another benefactor."

Mu Ye smiled and said, "Now you know you're afraid?"

Song Jianchu added in a serious tone: "But you can find another boyfriend."

The corners of Mu Ye's mouth stiffened slightly.

Song Jianchu paused, and looked away: "Or girlfriend."

Mu Ye's eyes darkened, he was silent, and pretended to be relaxed and chuckled: "It took me 25 years to find this one, where do you want me to find it?"

Almost without thinking, Song Jianchu looked at his face and said firmly, "We will meet."

Mu Ye pinched his finger in retaliation, the corner of his mouth forced a smile, but his tone was still a bit cold: "Will there be someone who will go bankrupt and want to fall in love with me?"

Song Jianchu said, "There are many."

Mu Ye sat up slowly, the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back a smile: "Is there anyone else who likes me more than you?"

Song Jianchu twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "Be more confident, Teacher Mu."

Mu Ye stared at him with a faint expression, "Then can I go look for it now?"

Song Jianchu's eyes darkened: "No."

Suddenly there was more strength in his hand, Mu Ye lowered his eyes, looked at the thin white fingers held by him, and in turn grasped his hand tightly.

"Not now." Song Jianchu said coldly, "I haven't let go yet."