A weak attack dog blood essay

The air conditioner was turned on in the library, and after entering, He Juan quickly took off his coat and put it on a chair beside him.

During New Year's Day, there were not many people in the library, so he and Fu Xian could occupy a table for four.

The two sat opposite each other, and their movements of lowering their heads to write the paper were somewhat synchronized.

After He Juan enters the learning state, he will be very focused and will hardly be disturbed by the outside world.

So he didn't notice that Fu Xian didn't know when to focus on him.The cheeks of the young man who bowed his head to write the paper were flushed by the library's air conditioner, and the slightly raised eye ends were also tinged with rose color. The young man's thick and slender eyelashes drooped quietly, looking very cute.

Fu Xian couldn't help thinking about this period of time. He dreamed of the boy night after night. At first the two of them just walked together, and later they lay on the same bed. The boy would lean over and breathe on his neck. In the meantime, the two are inseparable...

He had never had such a dream before.

But now I'm addicted to it.

He Juan finished writing three papers before he got out of his study state. After taking a big sip of water, he still felt tightness in his chest, probably because the air conditioner in the library was turned on too much.

After thinking about it, he wrote a small note and handed it to Fu Xian, indicating that he would go outside to get a glass of water.

Then go out with a glass of water.

When he stood up, he felt that his legs were a little sore and limp. It was obvious that he was in an extremely warm room, but it seemed that there was a cold wind blowing up from the soles of his feet.He Juan suspected that he was about to catch a cold. He thought in his heart that he could find a pharmacy to buy some Ganmaoling granules to drink when he went back later.

Fu Xian opened He Juan's note, and after reading it through, there was a trace of worry in his eyes. He felt that He Juan's handwriting seemed a little vain today.

At this moment, the screen of He Juan's phone on the table lit up, and Fu Xian glanced at the caller ID, it was "Grandpa".

He paused, took the phone over, got up and went to look for He Juan.

He Juan took a glass of warm water, and when he walked back, he felt more and more powerless. The water glass in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making him unable to pick it up.

He took a deep breath, and wanted to go back to his seat and tell Fu Xian about his physical condition, but when he was about to walk there, his eyes went dark, and there was a piercing buzzing sound. To find a fulcrum.

What Fu Xian saw when he came out was the scene that broke his mind. This was the third time, and the third time he saw He Juan fall down without a sound.

Like a snowflake in winter, it is transpiring in the air and will disappear from this world in the next second.

……

In Fu's private hospital, a pale boy was lying in the intensive care unit wearing an oxygen mask.

Outside are Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia, Xia Sen, Aunt and Fu Xian.

Fu Xian was silent for a long time before asking a little stiffly: "What is it that may be a genetic disease?"

After a long silence, it was Mr. Xia who came out to answer the question: "It is a rare disease that is inherited in the family. The chance of getting it is very small. Even if you carry the relevant gene, you may not necessarily get the disease."

Speaking of this, Mr. Xia's voice was a little dry: "But once there are signs, the body will become a dangerous building, and problems will occur everywhere, and finally exhausted and died."

"His grandmother, and Xia An, his mother, all left because of this."

There was a faint redness in Fu Xian's eyes, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and he slid into an abyss that he didn't know where he could lead with uncontrollable panic. His brain was almost blank and he couldn't figure out his thoughts. Like the most annoying people, repeatedly asking: "Is there no other way?"

Mr. Xia had deep pain in his eyes. He didn't nod, but he didn't shake his head either. Instead, he said with some difficulty, "I don't know."

Fu Xian was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. His messy breath suddenly stabilized. Although his brows and eyes were cold before, there was still a hint of youthful youth, as if he had calmed down a lot in an instant. His back was straight and his eyes were firm: "I will definitely find a way."

I don't know if I am convincing others or comforting myself.

He looked at Mr. Xia and He Juan's aunt: "May I know what happened to Ah Juan's grandmother and mother back then?"

Mr. Xia didn't want to say it at first, but he met Fu Xian before. At that time, he was noble and indifferent. He was calm and generous among the seniors in the shopping malls who were much older than him. He was the pride of the Fu family and a wealthy family. The "heir of someone else's family" in the circle, at this moment, the arrogance and calmness engraved in the other party's bones seemed to be showing signs of collapse again, he paused, and nodded indiscernibly.

Fu Xian then learned that when He Juan's grandmother was 17 years old, she had a cold and a fever, and was ill for two months on and off. After that, her health was not good, but she was just ordinary and easy to get sick.

At first everyone thought she was weak, but after she gave birth it was clear that everything was going well, but she was getting weaker and weaker. At that time, they went to many hospitals, and the doctors could only detect that her body's function was declining day by day, like a house with walls The body is gradually collapsing.

Mr. Xia never gave up. Later, he accompanied his wife to worship his ancestors and learned that his ancestors also suffered from such a disease. They told the doctor about it. The doctor formed a special team to study for a while, and finally gave a diagnosis of some kind of unknown disease. genetic diseases.

The thing that He Juan's grandmother was most worried about before her death was whether her two children would be like her.

Fortunately, both of them have been healthy since they were young and grew up. Speaking of this, Mr. Xia suddenly remembered: "Xia An had a cold for nearly a month in the first two months. It was winter at that time, and we were all preparing for the college entrance examination, so It's normal to be unwell, I also had a cold, but it was fine in a week."

Mr. Xia interrupted Mr. Xia: "Xia An was 17 years old and had a cold for a month? Why didn't I know about it?"

Mr. Xia paused for a moment before saying: "At that time you were on a business trip, we didn't want you to worry, not to mention that Xia An recovered afterward."

But thinking about it now, since then, it seems that Xia An's body will be colder than ordinary people in summer.

The aunt said from the side: "When Xia An first married my brother, she looked quite healthy, but after giving birth to Ah Juan, she became a little bit unwell. We all thought that she had a child and broke her body, but later on Know that's not the case."

"I went to the hospital for an examination, but nothing was found, but my body is not good, my heart hurts, my hands hurt, my feet hurt and I have a headache. Wherever I hit it later, I can't get better in a month. I can cough for half a year after a cold, and my lungs are not good after that. Later, Xia An dragged on and began to explain the funeral."

Fu Xian's throat seemed to be on fire, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had been drawn out of the gravel: "Ah Juan, not long ago, in order to save a diving person, he jumped into the pool in a few degrees of weather. Afterwards, his health became worse and worse. He said he had heart pain, but the hospital did not find out the cause. He started to be allergic to many things, the bleeding would last for a long time, and he needed blood transfusion, but his blood type was very rare."

"Hands are cold even in an air-conditioned room."

Even though he was so sad that he was about to be speechless, he still maintained a semblance of reason, and concluded: "This disease has at least one similarity, that is, everyone will suffer from a serious illness before."

President Xia nodded: "That's right."

Then he asked Fu Xian again: "What do you mean by saving people from getting sick?"

Living in such a family, Fu Xian knows best the shallow affection between relatives, and also knows what they will be touched by. He hopes that He Juan will get more care in this family.

He may have wished for countless times that he could monopolize He Juan, but he always feels that He Juan is like a kite, with no attachment to anything, only a precarious thread pulling him to prevent him from completely flying to an unknown distance.

This kind of thinking made Fu Xian terrified, so no matter how much he hated Guan Shijing, he saw Fu Lin's intentions that he didn't even notice, but he only warned and didn't stop him. He hoped that there would be more threads in this world to keep him tired.

Including the Xia family.

Fu Xian told Xia's family about the campus violence that He Juan encountered at school, and how he did not hesitate to save someone's life, and was even threatened for it.

This is something they didn't investigate.

The young man who had been depressed for a long time because of the loss of his parents, the young man who would not hesitate to save others even if he let himself go, really touched the adults present.

They have experienced more timidity and darkness, so they know how precious He Juan is.

He knew that he was already in the dark swamp, but he still insisted on using his own afterglow to warm others as much as possible.

……

The Fu family, the current head of the study.

"You have been very close to the grandson that Xia Jiaxin recognized recently. This is your freedom. It is also my right to use the resources of the Fu family. But what medical team are you talking about with me now? Fu Xian, You are not qualified to talk to me about this right now."

Fu Xian's eyebrows and eyes were calm, and there was a little red mark on his forehead. At that time, after hearing his intention, the head of the Fu family smashed the teacup in his hand and bumped into it: "The Xia family has developed very rapidly recently, and their family is in the field of information technology. Some resources in the field, are you needing recently?"

The owner of the Fu family said lightly: "They will choose to cooperate with the Fu family, so that they can maximize their benefits."

At this moment, Fu Xian was well aware of his own powerlessness, and there were fewer things he could do than he thought. He knew in his heart that what Patriarch Fu said was reasonable.

But he was still not reconciled.

Master Fu said indifferently: "I know, it's rare for you to make a friend, and it's hard to avoid finding it novel, but you don't have to take him too seriously. You can have as many friends as you want."

That's not his Ah Juan.

Fu Xian didn't say this, he couldn't let Patriarch Fu notice any abnormalities at all, and Patriarch Fu would never allow his son to like a man.

If he wanted to protect Ah Juan, he couldn't allow him to suffer any danger.

The undercurrents in Fu Xian's eyes suddenly quieted down, and his tone was calm, as if he was persuaded: "Okay father, I understand."

The head of the Fu family saw that the most satisfied eldest son was calm, he nodded, and didn't mind showing a little kindness: "You can use the resources of the Fu family hospital as you like, but the medical team doesn't have to think about it."

Fu Xian neither nodded nor shook his head: "I'm going out first, father."

The owner of the Fu family knew that he was not convinced, but so what, what the Fu family needed was such an heir.

He knew what Fu Lin was thinking about with his pillow, but they were too immature and not qualified.

He Juan felt like he was lying on a cold river. He wanted to leave, but he could only follow the direction of the water flow all the way down. Although he couldn't see anything, he knew what kind of abyss lay ahead.

At this time, there was a clear breath like butterfly wings falling on his forehead, eyes, lips...

He saw a little light, so he stretched out his hand, the warmth surrounded him, he finally got rid of the heaviness, and opened his eyes.

"Fu Xian."

This is not a question, He Juan suddenly recalled that every time before he lost consciousness and woke up, the first person he saw was always Fu Xian.

At this moment, Fu Xian still maintains the posture of kissing, and the two are very close. Even when He Juan opened his eyes, Fu Xian still didn't retreat.

"Ah Juan, I have something to say to you." Fu Xian's breath was right on He Juan's cheek, and if he moved a little lower, their lips and teeth would touch together.

He Juan felt that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, but out of trust in Fu Xian, he did not avoid it.

He opened his eyes, with some doubts: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Xian put his finger on the corner of He Juan's eye and pressed it lightly. After two seconds, there seemed to be a slight movement outside the door. Fu Xian got up slowly: "I hope you will get healthy soon."

He Juan looked at Fu Xian with light in his eyes: "I hope too."

The author says:

Xiao Fu is still a little immature now, now that he realizes that he can't protect Ah Juan, he will become even more powerful in the future! !

I'm going to start the Dafa of Time!The high school plot line is coming to an end!Because I want them to do something grown-ups can do—

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Update on January 1, this time I am not stuck!This chapter was almost completely rewritten twice, and finally I got it right, and the next chapter is already being written! !